A/N: I apologize for not up-dating for so long. So much was going on recently, good and bad. I graduated and had to write a Valedictorian speech for one. Well, now that's over and I'll be writing a lot more, including finishing my other Outsiders fic in the next week or so! I hope you like this chapter which was, unfortunately, based on real events. More are coming!

After their parents had died, many of the rules in the Curtis house had changed. Cake was served for breakfast, beer was permitted, smoking was allowed inside, wrestling was not scolded, nor was running, and so on. Some rules, however, held fast and true. These were things like: homework must be done as soon as you come home, no messing up grandma's piano, and under no conditions (except illness) will food ever- EVER- be brought into the bedrooms. Soda never liked that rule.

He was constantly inventing new ways to break it and, as Pony was laying in bed late that Friday night, he heard a really terrible noise that instantly reminded him of this terrible habit his brother had.

Crunch.

"Soda, what have you got?"

"Shh. I snuck a piece of toast in here. I'm hungry, man!"

"But how'd you get it in here? All your wearing is pants."

Soda chuckled softly. Pony rolled his eyes and rolled over. Soda was trying to be quiet, but the slow, tortuous sounds of crunching were slowly driving Pony crazy.

"Soda, quit crunching, would you?"

"Sure, Pony. I mean there are lots of other way to each toast," he answered sarcastically. "I'll just slurp it up."

Pony covered his head with the pillow, and was about to block out the noise completely, when Soda began wildly thrashing beside him.

"What's wrong? You having a fit or something?"

"No, man. I got crumbs all in my boxers," he laughed.

Pony tried not smile, but failed pathetically. "Well that's what you get for sneaking toast in your pants."

The strangeness of this comment made both boys laugh-with disastrous consequences. They heard Darry's foot steps headed their way. If Darry found out they had food, in there on top of waking him up, he'd really be ticked.

"Hurry Pony! Eat this!" Pony felt a dry piece of cardboard flung into his open mouth and he turned over to feign sleep. He quickly chewed and swallowed the whole piece. It tasted like buttered sandpaper. Just then, the door swung open.

"You two quiet down! I still gotta work tomorrow, you know? I can't sleep with that giggling going on in here. It sound like a bunch of little girls are having a slumber party!"

Soda laughed, "That's uncanny Darry, you just missed them."

"Ha. Ha." Darry said, though he didn't sound too amused. "Get to sleep."

"Aye. Aye." After Darry left, he turned to Pony. "Well, enjoy my toast, thief?"

"No. It tasted like crap."

His eyes were almost closed when he realized: "Soda, did you just make me eat toast that was hidden in your pants?"

Soda cracked up. Pony moaned and gagged. In fact, they were still doing this when Darry barged in and began swinging at them.

A/N: As always, reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!