Disclaimer: I've got a whole bag of chocolate covered pretzels, but I don't got the Outsiders. Darn.

Snow

"Darry! Darry, come on! You're gonna be late for your date!"

"I'm comin', I'm comin'." muttered Darry. He was currently dressed in nice clothes- at least, as nice as a Greaser could be- and came out from his room. His brothers were grinning. Pony was leaning against the counter in a calm manner, while Soda was literally jumping up and down. A knock was heard upon the front door, all boys turned. Smiling even wider, Soda opened the door and-

"WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAWWWW!" Darry snapped awake. He glanced at the clock and groaned. 6am. Not exactly late for him, but it was his day off after three weeks of straight work. And his dream was starting to get good. He shoved the blankets off and proceeded to find out exactly why someone screeched this early in the morning. He opened his brother's door only to be bombarded by a hysterical Soda.

"Ooffff!" said Darry. He was knocked to the other side of the hall.

"Darry! Darry!" shrieked Pony.

"What?" snapped Darry.

"Look outside!" The eldest Curtis craned his neck toward the window. Snow. And lots of it. The outside world was covered with the white fluff. The trees, bushes, houses, all white and held small icicles. The window itself was frosted, making everything outside a little blurry.

Soda and Pony left Darry and ran to the front door. Darry slightly groaned and followed them. The two boys seemed more excited than before, if that was possible. The door was flung open, only to have two feet of snow fell inside the house. Soda jumped back, but Pony ignored the cold and stepped outside- barefoot no less.

"Ponyboy—"

"Darry just let him go. He'll come inside soon, the cold'll get to him." said Soda, trying to step outside as well. Darry rolled his eyes, but smiled. Those two seemed like real kids sometimes.

Meanwhile, Pony was on the porch, gazing at the scene in front of him, his face with an awed expression. Everything was so… pure. Untouched. Fresh. That is, until Steve and Two bit came screeching down the road, leaving irregular shaped in the snow. At least, Two bit was, he wasn't even running straight, which made it worse. Probably a bit drunk. Pony mentally face-palmed. Leave it to those two to ruin the picture.

"Hey Pony! Why you outside in your jammies and barefoot?!" shouted Two bit. Pony suddenly realized the burning at his feet.

"Aggh! Oww!" he muttered. Ponyboy quickly ran back into the house, wincing from the cold. The two boys quickly followed him inside. Steve started chatting to Soda and Two bit flopped on the couch. Darry looked at Pony concerned. He was about to speak when Pony interrupted.

"Yeah, I know. I could have gotten sick." But, trust me, I'm pretty sure I'm not doing that again." Darry grinned in spite of himself and slapped his younger brother on the back.

"Want some hot chocolate?" Pony was about to agree when—

"Darry! Are you crazy? You drink that after playing in the snow! C'mon guys!" said Soda.

"Woaw, woaw, woaw, wait. I'm pretty sure you need better layers than pjs to go in that winter cold." said Steve. The energetic teen rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Fine." He darted to the bedroom.

Two bit, seemingly drunk, watched happily. Maybe he couldn't tell why Darry looked purple right now but one thing was clear to him. 'Today is gonna be fun' he thought.

It's a holiday, so I wrote two chappies today. Tell me what you think.

~Lunarlilies