Hello people's. I am back with a little but shorter chapter that is mostly fluff and humor. Hope y'all enjoy! If you do please leave a review!

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Ms Sassy

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"And that, my friends, is how I defeated twelve giant hoods!" I finished with a cocky grin.

"I thought you said there were ten hoods?" Ponyboy questioned with a doubtful look in his face.

"Did I say ten? I meant twelve, you know it's hard to count when your trying to defend a little old lady in a cold dark alley!" I exclaimed with and exasperated eye roll. So I added a little flare to the story, but it's my story! I can tell it how ever I want, right?

"Why was the alley cold dark if you got jumped during the daytime?" Tim crossed his arms over his chest as he raised an eyebrow questioningly.

I paused, mouth open, trying to think of the best way to pull this off.

"The alley was shaded by the buildings, duh!" I said quickly.

"Okay then what was the little old ladies name?" This came from Steve.

"It was... Um... Vivian!" I said the first name that popped into my head.

Darry shook his head before standing up from his recliner, "alright, that's enough questions. Two-Bit needs rest."

As everyone cleared out, either going outside or to the kitchen, Darry walked into Soda's and Pony's room and came back out with a blanket. He held it out to me, giving me a skeptical look.

"Vivian? That's the best you could come up with?" He asked, his mouth quirking up at one corner.

I just sent him a half hearted glare as I took the blanket from him, spreading it out over me as I laid on my back, legs stretched out over the length of the couch.

"Hey Dar?" I said tiredly, my heavy eyelids threatening to drift closed at any moment.

"Yeah Two-Bit?"

"Thanks," I said simply, my eyes closing.

I stayed awake just long enough to hear Darry whisper, "always."

CRASH! My eyes flying open, I sat bolt upright, looking around frantically for whatever had caused the loud crash.

Darry came running out of his room, hastily pulling a shirt over his head, Pony hot on his tail. I could hear arguing voices, it sounded like Steve and Soda, coming from the kitchen but I couldn't tell what they were saying.

They ran into the kitchen and I heard voices talking rapidly before someone started laughing, others quickly joining in.

Determined to find out what was going on, I painfully pushed myself to my feet. My whole body was stif and sore, incredibly so. I groaned loudly before straightening and limping toward the kitchen. Why was I limping? I don't know. All I know is everything hurt!

My walk was short lived as I was soon doubled over in a coughing fit, one arm wrapped around my chest and my other hand gripping the back of Darry's chair.

Darry magically appeared at my side and directed me to sit down in his chair, to which I eagerly complied.

Pony and a flower covered Sodapop and Steve were idly standing a little ways behind the recliner with concerned expressions on their faces.

"Pony, go get a glass of water for him," Darry said as he knelt down beside the chair.

I heard Ponyboy quickly rush off to do as he was told and he was soon standing in front of me handing Darry a glass of water.

My coughing calmed down and Darry offered me the water.

"Thanks," I croaked as I accepted the glass and took a drink. I noticed Pony was still standing in front of me with a shocked look on his face.

"Is, is that blood?!" Ponyboy gaped.

I looked down at the glass, where my lips were was a ring of blood.

"It's just lung trauma, nothing to be worried about," I quickly waved his concern off.

Ponyboy bit his lip, concern clearly written all over his face, but he moved off and sat down on the couch.

"What happened to you two?" I asked Steve and Soda, the later of which broke out into a bright grin.

"Someone dropped the flower all over our heads while he was trying to cook breakfast," Steve said, looking pointedly at Sodapop, who was still grinning cheekily.

I snorted, "well at least he didn't spill the food color on you like he did to Tim!"

Pony and Steve both laughed at that, while Soda grimaced.

"I though Tim was gonna kill you!" Steve said between laughs. At this, even Darry snorted.

Darry stood, "hurry up and get ready, Pon, you'll be late for school." He ruffled Pony's ungreased hair before walking off to his room.

Pony jumped up and ran to the bathroom to grease his hair.

"Come on Steve, you can borrow one of my work shirts," Soda said as he walked off toward his room, Steve following close behind, leaving me all by myself.

Sighing in utter boredom, I leaned back in Darry's recliner and stared at the wall, this would be the start of another boring day.

Wait! No, I take that back. The last time I though I was having a boring day I got beaten to a pulp.

It would be the start of a... slow day.

As I sat, staring into nothingness, the scent of something burning drifted through the air.

"Something's burning!" I yelled.

Soda, Steve and Darry barreled past me and into the kitchen. I heard the clanging and rattling of pans and the gushing of the sink being turned on.

A few minutes later Steve and Soda walked back into the living room grumpily and plopped down on the couch in unison, both of them still had flower in their hair.

"I can't believe you burned breakfast," Steve grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh you'll be fine, we can stop and get something on the way to work," Soda said, rolling his eyes as he too crossed his arms. They looked pretty funny setting there, both of them in their DX shirts, in the same position, with the same disappointed look on their face and flower in their hair. It was really quite comical.

"What are you lookin' at?" Steve glared at me.

"Not much," I retorted with a smirk.

Darry walked past the living room and banged on the bathroom door, "come one Pony, your gonna make us late!"

"One minute!" Came Pony's muffled reply.

"Oh and Two-Bit, Michael called last night and said you had forgotten your switchblade so he's going to catch a ride with his mother this morning and drop it off," Darry yelled from his bedroom.

"Okay, thanks," I yelled back, wincing as i put a hand to my ribs. I knew I had forgotten something!

"Who's Michael?" Ponyboy asked as he finally came out of the bathroom, his hair greased and slicked back perfectly in a pompadour style.

"Michael is... My brother. Half brother really, but... Yeah." I look around awkwardly with my lips slightly pursed.

Pony stared at me, mouth open slightly. I thought he was going to say something but he just shut his mouth and shrugged before turning and walking off into the kitchen.

I shrugged and leaned back into the recliner.