I'm not a fan of this one like I am the other ones. I couldn't think of anything to do for Darry's birthday, which is why this one is a day late. But Happy 61st birthday Darry, we all love you. :)
P.S. I do sing in spanish again at some point, but this computer once again can't make the marks I needed, so I'm sorry to any native speaker that me be appaled by that.
Surprisingly, Darry found that someone was actually up before him. The loud music from the next room had been a big hint, of course. Apparently, the sisters were awake, and ready to sing and dance. Badly. Usually he didn't mind, but they and the gang had kept him up later than usual and he wanted to sleep for once. He didn't want the girls to get mad at him though; they got pretty crabby when someone told them to turn down their music. He remembered when Ponyboy had asked them to turn it down once. The sisters had gotten downright vicious and Ponyboy came back more upset than Darry had seen him in awhile. He had wanted to tell the girls off, but Pony warned him against it.
"They'll just attack you too, don't bother."
Darry had finally gotten used to the noises of two girls belting it out so early in the morning; it was the sound of what he guessed was someone trying to break through the floor that finally let him know he wouldn't be sleeping any longer.
After getting dressed and quickly running his fingers through his hair, Darry wandered into the hallway. He had to back up into the doorway of Brandi's bedroom when Magen came dancing by, playing air guitar and generally being a nuisance.
She stopped when she was closer to the bedroom at the end of the hall, where the railing of the stairs formed a kind of balcony. With a dramatic flourish, she announced herself to who ever happened to be in the living room.
"Hello living room!" She screamed loudly. She looked back at Darry. "And Darry! It is a lovely morning!" Magen sang in the worst imitation of an opera singer Darry had heard in a while. "How are you?"
"...I'm tired and confused. Why the hell are you up so early?"
"Because my second favorite number is seven," Magen answered, still singing. And with that she walked halfway down the stairs and jumped the steps, dancing her way into the kitchen. Darry stood in the hallway, looking at Soda, Steve, and Dallas, who were playing a game of cards in the living room. They seemed completely unphased.
"Darry! I don't know how to make anything but scrambled eggs. Help me."
"Only if you stop singing," Darry muttered as he walked down the stairs. "This ain't a musical ya know."
"I know."
"Then why are you singing everything."
"I don't know! But I know that everyone wants breakfast and they don't want scrambled eggs and Brandi's out riding her scooter," Magen sang rather quickly. "She better not get hit by a car."
"Do you really have to keep singing everything? It's getting a little annoying," Darry said, watching Magen root around in the fridge for any breakfast food product she could find.
"I'm not allowed to stop singing, I just remembered. Sorry!" She sang, pulling out a carton of eggs and handing it to him. "I like chocolate chip pancakes. If I get the mix will you make me some?"
"Will you stop singing?"
"I already told you, I can't do that," Magen sang, sounding a bit exasperated. "Tim told me to keep singing. His theory is if I sing all day I won't want to sing ever again. And I'm not risking a punch to the ovary because I didn't listen to Tim."
"Tim's not here."
"No, but Dally is."
Darry glanced back at Dallas who smirked at him. "Hey, I want her to stop singing as much as you do, but I can tell she's already getting sick of it, so if it works, it's worth it. So I'm the guy who has to make sure she follows through."
"I'm going to stab you in the eye with a fork when you are sleeping," Magen announced.
"I'll kill you if you even try," Dallas said flatly, tossing a dollar into the large pile of change in the middle of the coffee table.
"Why don't you go watch a movie or something," Darry said, directing Magen towards the basement stairs.
"Fine, but you have to try and burn the chocolate chip pancakes a little, or I won't eat them."
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Brandi returned home a few hours later, her face red from the cold, with a paper bag in her arms. Emblazoned on the front was "Burger King". Darry frowned at her, and she stopped in mid-walk, looking at everyone else eating breakfast food. Even Magen was nibbling on a slightly burnt pancake.
"What? I didn't want breakfast food," Brandi said with a shrug. "I would have gone to Taco Bell, but it's too hard to get there on a scooter," she said, sitting down at the kitchen table across from Magen. The three boys were eating in the living room, still playing their card game.
"Where are the others?"
"Tim took them somewhere," Magen sang, earning a glare from Darry. "But I'm not supposed to say where, and I won't, so don't bother asking."
"Why are you- oh yeah," Brandi said with a grin. "I forgot about that. And you still have all day left."
"I know. I think I'm going to kill myself before then though."
"Hey, Magen... Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles," Brandi sang, grinning. Magen sighed, stood, and proceeded to belt out the rest of the song, dance and all. After she finished, and posed, she sat back down and finished her pancake. Brandi sighed happily.
"I love that. Go go Power Rangers!"
Sighing again, Magen stood again and started the entire four minute song, guitar solo included. She eventually had worked her way into the living room and jumped up onto the couch next to Dallas, playing air guitar and jumping around. Dallas shooed her away, so she danced back into the kitchen. Brandi eventually stood up and joined her, so the two sisters now stood back to back, playing air guitar and singing loudly. They even sang the rather long second guitar solo in the middle.
When the song was finished, Two-Bit walked in through the back door, said hi and walked downstairs.
"That was weird. Two-Bit usually stays to talk," Brandi muttered, pulling her 'breakfast' out of the paper bag.
"You waited until ten so you could eat something other than breakfast food?" Magen asked. Singing, of course.
"Yup. And I'm gonna love it. Havin' it my way baby!" She said happily, eating her french fries. Magen watched her, nibbling on her pancake and looking a bit forlorn. Brandi frowned in return, stopping mid-chew, and Darry watched with only a bit of interest. "Wassup?" Brandi asked, taking a sip of her frozen coke.
"I'm really sick of singing," Magen sang sadly, slumping over until her head hit the kitchen table.
"Sucks," Brandi said, proceeding to devour her lunch. Magen sighed and remained like that for most of the day.
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Eventually, Soda and Steve announced they wanted to go somewhere, and insisted that Darry take them, so, saying goodbye, he closed the door on the teens he left behind. Once the door was closed, Magen lept up from her seat at the kitchen table and ran downstairs, Brandi right behind her. Two-Bit handed them the bag he had brought in earlier and the two girls got to work, with Johnny helping.
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Darry pulled back up to the house, a little worried because the house seemed surprisingly... empty. Usually he could see people walking around inside or, if they were loud enough, be able to hear them. But the house looked a bit dead. Soda leaned forward, his face nearly pressed against the windshield.
"That's weird. It's only 9:00, they shouldn't be sleeping yet."
"Maybe they went somewhere," Steve said, leaning forward so he wasn't alone in the back of the car.
"That's stupid, where would they go?" Soda asked, looking at his friend. Steve just shrugged.
"Dunno."
"Well, let's cut the chatter and get out of the car, huh?" Darry said, shutting the car off and opening the door. The two teens rushed to get out of the car as well, and practically pushed Darry to the front door, which he struggled to unlock with them hasseling them like they were.
He pushed the door open and was immediately attacked by... someone. Soda flipped the lightswitch on and Darry saw that Brandi had latched herself onto him.
"Surprise!" She yelled in his face. "Happy birthday!" She screeched, tilting her head back. Darry, stood, stunned. Magen, Two-Bit, Johnny, and Ponyboy were sitting on the stairs, grinning and blowing those really annoying noise makers. Tim and Dallas were simply sitting on the couch.
"What?" Darry croaked.
"It's your birthday! January 5th, or did you forget?" Brandi asked, releasing Darry.
"I made brownies!" Magen sang happily. "You're officially older now! Hurrah!"
"...Did you do something to them?" Darry asked, narrowing his eyes at the girl. She shook her head.
"Magen figured she shouldn't ruin your birthday," Brandi explained.
"Yeah, said you didn't deserve it like those two did," Two-Bit said with a grin, nodding to Dallas and Tim.
"So hurrah! Feliz cumpleanos a ti!" Magen sang, throwing confetti at him. "Bless the day I don't ruin a birthday!"
After the confetti was thrown at him, he was bombarded by everyone in a rather messy group hug with a lot of pats on the back and obnoxious singing and a birthday hat was snapped on his head.
"This is worth a drink!"
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So, instead of a ruined party, Darry received a crazy party, one which Brandi, who couldn't handle drinking anything, caught on video. A crazy night indeed. So crazy, in fact, that many an item was broken and many neighbors complained, to the point that the police came and told them to quiet it down or there were going to be serious problems. And Dallas, unfortunately, spent the rest of the night in a holding cell, because he just couldn't control that smart ass tendency he has. And no one bothered to try and bail him out; the police would have to let him out sometime anway.
So the party continued without Dallas and Magen was allowed to stop singing, but that didn't stop her from singing anyway and getting on Tim's nerves, so under Brandi's instruction, Magen was duct taped to a chair, where she spent the rest of her night.
But Darry enjoyed himself anyway, because so far, he was the only one lucky enough to have a good birthday.