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Chapter 5
Darry's POV
Where in the world were Johnny and Sondra already? And what about Dally for that matter? Lord, I hope that he didn't manage to get his rear end thrown back into the slammer just after he got released for slashing some Soc's tires this morning. Knowing Dallas, he must've been out robbing some alcohol or jumping some little kids, or he was possibly caught by the fuzz doing something else illegal. I swear, Dally must've been tossed into the cooler over one-hundred times just this month, all over different types of crimes that I didn't want to know about. To be honest, I don't care at all about any trouble that he gets himself into, because if there is one thing I know for sure, it was that Dallas Winston could look out for himself. As long as he doesn't horribly influence Pony and Soda, or the Cade's and Sondra and Iris for that matter, I'm happy.
I got home about thirty minutes ago, ignoring the pain that was digging deeply into my spine and shoulders from carrying too many bundles of roofing at a time the best that I could. When I entered through the front door, I was instantly greeted with the view of Ponyboy sitting on the couch, reading a kiddie book to Jocelyn. As for Pepsi-Cola, he was busy having a blast with an arm wrestling match with Steve at the coffee table. Cassidy was watching, smiling widely and giggling at Soda and Steve's strange outbursts and teasing insults that they were playfully throwing back and forth at each other. Kitten, on the other hand, was arranging Sondra's presents that we all chipped in to get on the fireplace, and since Two-Bit's date with Kathy wasn't until later on tonight, there he was, having his eyes glued on the dancing and singing mouse that was on TV and drinking a bottle of beer.
Since today was Sondra's first ever birthday with us, Charlie told me that he was going to take over my shift at the site on top of his own so the whole gang could be together to celebrate. I attempted telling Charlie that I couldn't allow him to do so much work, but all he did was smirk at me and say that he would not take no for an answer. That Regular knew how to set things the way he wanted 'em to be.
After I took a hot shower for maybe fifteen-to-twenty minutes, I started to whip up one of my mom's old famous recipes to celebrate Sondra's birthday. A double chocolate fudge cake that was covered with creamy icing, and a hint of mint applied in the center. That was my mother's signature to her tasty desserts...and to even make Sodapop proud, I was going to add food coloring to make the white icing all kinds of different colors.
Getting all of the ingredients together and mixing it up probably took ten-to-fifteen minutes, and after I was finally able to poor the batter into the cake pan and slide it into the oven, I kicked back against the counter and released a deep breath that was full of both relief and slight exhaustion. Since Sondra, Johnny, and Dally still never showed up, I began to grow concerned.
"Hey, Pony!" I called out, my eyes narrowed with suspicion.
At first, all I got in response was the noises of Pepsi-Cola and Steve still firing back friendly taunts at each other, along with Mickey Mouse's high-pitched voice singing on the TV. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited, rolling my eyes. God, that kid can't even take his nose out of a kiddie book. I probably waited ten seconds before I heard Kitten's voice telling Ponyboy that I called out for him.
"Yeah, Darry?" I then heard my youngest kid brother's voice. Again, I rolled my eyes.
"Come here for a moment!"
I heard the sound of footsteps instantly standing up on the carpet floor in the living room, followed by Pony politely telling Kitten to keep reading to Jocelyn so she wouldn't start crying out of nowhere. Then I saw Pony, who decided to have a lazy day with Soda after they both got home from school and work, even though they knew that today was Sondra's fifteenth birthday. That didn't stop them from wearing baggy sweatpants or worn out muscle shirts, but I didn't bother to tell them to drop their lazy day. I knew that Ponyboy would only complain, and Sodapop would back him up and tell me to just let them have fun for this lazy day that they've been planning 'for so long' when they've only planned to do it the night before. I just pretended that they weren't having a lazy day.
"What is it, Darry?" Pony asked me, his head tilted like a confused puppy.
"Do you know where Johnny, Sondra, and Dally are?" I questioned.
Without any hesitation, Ponyboy shook his head. "No, I don't. All I know is that Dally must be out getting in trouble with the law yet again, and since Johnnycake played hooky today, he must've headed out so he could be with Sondra or somethin' like that."
"Do you have any idea where any of them could've went? It's been awhile and they'd usually be here by now." I said.
Again, Pony shook his head. "If Dal got in trouble with the fuzz again, he's either back in the cooler or hiding out at the Shepard's house. Who knows, maybe he and Sylvia got back together and he took her somewhere. As for Johnnycake and Sondra, I have no clue where they could be."
Just thinking about how Johnny and Sondra were such a tuff couple made me start to think about how Ponyboy and Kitten started going out not long after the night of their formal. My baby brother was growing up; it seems just like yesterday he was in diapers, but now he's fourteen and he has his first ever girlfriend...and neither Soda or I gave him 'the talk' yet. I got to tell Pepsi-Cola to make time for that.
"...Pony, aren't you supposed to be working on a project for your science class with some partner or something?" I asked, changing the subject. The last thing I needed was to worry Ponyboy and then the rest of the gang about where Sondra, Johnny, and Dally were and if they were okay.
"Yeah, I invited her over. She should be here any moment, and I assure you that after you and the others see her, you'll instantly know who she is." shared Ponyboy.
I raised an eyebrow, digesting my youngest kid brother's words about some girl, and I studied him from his heavily greased; almost red hair, to his bare feet.
"A girl from your science class is comin' over...and you're wearing that?" I asked.
A smirk that reminded me a lot of Soda and our father swiped across Ponyboy's face.
"It's a lazy day for me and Soda, Darry."
Hearing the actual words about the lazy day had me rolling my eyes yet again.
"Do you know who this girl actually is, Pone? Or are you just in the same science class as her?" I asked with both interest and concern mixed in my voice. I better be careful though. The last thing Ponyboy and I need is Kitten overhearing us talking about some other girl and have her getting the wrong idea.
"I know her, Darry. Johnnycake, Two-Bit, and I all know her, and I think Sondra knows who she is, too. She's actually very nice and sassy when she needs to be, but we never talk to each other in school often." explained Pony.
I took a moment to think about every word that just came out of Ponyboy's mouth, scratching my chin a little and nodding my head a few soft times. I had no idea about who he was referring to, but apparently, I guess that I would after she arrived.
"All right, she sounds reasonable to me," I approved. "Just remember that it's your and Soda's job to do the dishes after everybody has a slice of Sondra's birthday cake later on."
"Aw," a pout instantly flashed across my youngest kid brother's face. "But, Darry..."
"No buts!" I tried my best to sound stern, but my small grin that was tugging at the edges of my lips was giving me away. Pony must've noticed, because I could see that he was attempting to keep that childish frown plastered on his face, but he was miserably failing.
Suddenly, there was a couple of knocks coming from the front door, followed by Two-Bit calling out loud enough for the whole neighborhood to here: "Somebody is at the door! Better answer it!"
My small grin took no hesitation to fade, and I couldn't help myself to roll my eyes at Two-Bit's outburst. Though, Ponyboy's smile remained straight on his face.
"Oh, that's probably her," he said to my face, but then turned away so he could leave the kitchen and answer the door.
I took a small peek into the oven, instantly being hit with the delicious aroma of the baking chocolate cake, but before I could study how it looked for more than five seconds, I heard Soda's voice calling out for me from the living room.
"Uh, Darry...some brunette is here to see us!"
Confusedly, I raised an eyebrow and scratched my chin. Ponyboy didn't speak of any girl with brunette hair, so I knew that this couldn't have been the girl that he was supposed to be working on his science project with.
I took no hesitation to close the oven again and jog over to the arch doorway, where I froze in my tracks after my eyes met the girl that Soda was talking about. She was standing there at open doorway, smiling widely with her long brunette hair, which had some lime green highlights applied in, pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were shimmering green, almost like Ponyboy's, and they were glowing off what felt like everlasting life to me, just like Soda's. Her skin was just like Johnny's, but just a little bit lighter, and by the way she was dressed in an ordinary pair of faded jeans, yellow tennis shoes, and a white T-shirt that said "I Love NY," I could tell that she was a Regular.
"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She began to talk in this New York like voice, which reminded me a lot of Dally.
"No, you're fine. Is there somethin' that you need?" I asked, staying where I was, leaning in the arch doorway with my arms now crossed over my chest.
"Actually, I was wonderin' if Sondra was here," the brunette's smile grew at the mention of Sondra.
Instantly, my eyes went wide with suspicion, just as the rest of the gang began to gaze around at each other with just as much concern written all over their faces.
"Um...Sondra actually isn't here at the moment, but she should get here any minute now. Same goes for two of our other friends." Ponyboy spoke up to break the somewhat awkward silence.
"Oh..." the brunette girl wiped her grin off from her face, but after maybe three seconds, it returned. "Would you guys mind if I just waited 'round for her to show up?"
Again, everybody took their time to glance around at each others faces, just as I ran my hands through my hair with the heavy question of who this girl was weighing down on me.
"...Sure," I finally said. "Come in and take a seat. We're all actually waitin' up for Sondra and our other two friends."
"God, you all have no idea how nervous I was when walkin' up your front porch," shared the brunette as she entered the house and took a seat down on the other side of the couch, a little away from Two-Bit, Kitten, and Jocelyn.
"Why's that?" Soda questioned, getting up and closing the door since it didn't close behind the brunette girl for some reason.
"Well, I didn't know if this was the right address by heart. It's been awhile since Sondra and I last wrote to each other, and when she told me 'bout this house and this new gang of greasers that she friended, I didn't completely recall the address." the brunette explained as she fiddled around with her heavy yellow painted nails.
Kitten suddenly took in a deep breath for everyone to hear, but instead of saying anything, all she did was blow her bangs out of her face.
Ponyboy locked his eyes on me, the room now only being full of the noises coming from the TV with Mickey Mouse. Quietly, Pony mouthed the words to me: "Should we be concerned?"
In return, I hesitated a little before shrugging. Though, I must admit that I should've asked the brunette then and there how she knew Sondra and who she was.
"Oh, I love Mickey Mouse!" the brunette girl suddenly said with absolute cheer in her voice, which instantly made a huge smile swipe across Two-Bit's face. Of course. I rolled my eyes and quietly mumbled on about how that didn't surprise me.
I noticed that Steve rolled his eyes too, but just as he finished whispering something to Pepsi-Cola, Soda ended up giving him a hard nudge in the ribs. Whatever he said must've been not kind at all. Again, doesn't surprise me.
"How big of a fan are you, girly?" Two-Bit playfully winked at the brunette, which had her giggling a little to herself.
"A huge one! I've been watchin' Mickey Mouse since I was three!" the brunette girl shared.
Two-Bit's eyes narrowed, jokingly. He then snickered. "You're an all right girl in my book, emerald eyes. You beat me by a year," Two-Bit stopped to take a drink of beer, swallowing what he took in before going on. "Say, how old are you?"
"I'm eighteen, but I'll be turnin' nineteen in August." replied the brunette.
"I'm eighteen too, but when I was sixteen, I had been eighteen for two extra years." Two-Bit shared, and I knew that that wasn't a joke. Everybody in the gang knew that he wasn't kidding around there, but that didn't stop them from playfully rolling their eyes or exposing small grins.
"Two-Bit, stop trying to poison the rest of the youth of Tulsa, would you?" I asked, but all that Two-Bit did was shrug his shoulders at me and smirk before he took down another gulp of beer.
"Don't worry 'bout it," the brunette assured as she offered me a pretty grin. "If you must know, I'm used to being 'poisoned.' I may not seem like it, but I've been arrested quite a bit back in New York."
"What?" I asked, thinking that I must've misheard her, but she actually nodded her head at my startled question. "How could such a gal like you get into any trouble with the law?"
A smirk peeled across the brunette's face, and she slowly stood back up from the couch. Her eyes wouldn't remove from me, but I didn't show any emotion in return.
"What are you saying? Are you sayin' that you don't believe me?" She challenged, snickering.
I hesitated a moment, hiding my own smirk from my face as I shrugged. That's when nothing but quietness filled the room, but it ended about ten-to-fifteen seconds later when the brunette girl gripped the bottom of her shirt and began tugging it up. Without any hesitation, I quickly clenched my eyes shut and protested, just as the rest of the gang did the same.
"Oh, relax," the brunette girl hissed, mockingly. "I just wanted to show you proof."
I slowly reopened my eyes, only to be greeted with the view of how red Ponyboy's ears now were. Soda's face was just as red, and Steve and Two-Bit were peeking through their fingers. Kitten wouldn't remove her hands from blocking Cassidy and Jocelyn's eyes, and I felt a startled jolt run up my spine after I fixed my eyes on the brunette girl's flat stomach. There was this long, red, nasty looking scar from bellow her bellybutton, to all the way down to meet her right hip.
I honestly wanted to gag, but I didn't. I've seen worse in rumbles and when the gang and I found Johnny all beat up that one night, but this scar...I just didn't know how to explain it.
"Golly..." Steve softly gasped, surprised.
"How did you get that?" questioned Kitten, who was still blocking Cassidy and Jocelyn's eyes so they wouldn't be able to see such a disturbing injury.
The brunette girl shrugged her shoulders, still smirking. "My ex and I got into this argument one night at this pub back in New York. I ended up gettin' into a fight that was more physical with him, and that's when he pulled out a blade. The fuzz got there with enough time to spare before I bled to death from this awful slash that he scarred me with."
"Were you arrested?" Pony questioned as the brunette pulled her shirt back down. That's when Kitten finally removed her hands from resting over Jocelyn and Cassidy's eyes.
The brunette girl rolled her eyes, but she continued to grin. "What do you think? Of course I got arrested! It's New York! After I got all healed up in the hospital, the fuzz took me away to serve a few weeks in jail for fighting. As for my ex, he never spoke to me again, and he had to stay in the hospital longer than me since I got him good before he yanked out his switchblade and the cops showed up."
"...By any chance, do you know Dallas Winston?" I scratched my chin.
Surprisingly, the smile instantly washed away from the brunette's face, and confusion detailed all over it as she raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know him, but I've heard of him. He's the New Yorker who has a police record over a mile long, right?"
"Yeah, why?" Pepsi-Cola asked.
Not surprising me, the brunette girl smiled yet again, and she laughed out: "Well, believe it or not, my police record is probably five times longer than his! I've been arrested for bar fights, cursing at the cops, littering, smoking in places where you're not allowed, 'borrowing' things without asking, and even hotwiring different cars and takin' 'em for a spin one by one! I swear, the fuzz has a cell reserved just for me whenever I get hauled in!"
This girl seemed awfully cheery for some criminal like Dallas, but that didn't stop my blood from feeling as if it froze over right on the spot. How could such an innocent looking girl be full of so much sneakiness? Although, she was a New Yorker, just like Dally...
"Lordly, how in the world couldn't you have met Dallas Christopher Winston after goin' through all of that in New York?" Two-Bit blurted out, surprised and for some reason happy, too.
"Don't know. I guess that since I'm more trouble, we go to different jails or somethin' like that. But the difference between me and other badass New Yorkers is that I can actually control my rebelling ways and keep them inside until needed." shared the brunette, who was smirking widely with proudness gleaming in her eyes.
I was beginning to question even harder about how such a rebelling girl like this brunette would know who Sondra Prescott, a kind and caring Regular in Tulsa, was.
"...Um..." I bit down on my thumbnail for a moment or two, listening to my heart beat rapidly in my chest for a bit before I went on. "How exactly do you and Sondra know each other?"
"Oh," the brunette said. "I take that Sondra never brought me up, huh?"
I hesitated, studying her from her yellow tennis shoes, to the top of her ponytail. I think the gang and I would know her if Sondra told us about some somewhat rebel from New York.
"I don't think so." I then shook my head.
The brunette girl placed her hands on her hips. "Well, I'm sorry that I forgot to introduce myself, but now that it's come to my attention, my name is..."
Everybody didn't move a muscle, paying absolute attention to the brunette girl so we could catch her name, but before she could finish, the door flew open. The brunette shut her mouth, and everyone fixed their eyes over towards the front door. It was only a matter of seconds before relief met the room, because here came Johnny and Sondra, standing side by side with Dally walking behind them. He looked pretty sick, rubbing his temples and muttering every word in the book under his breath. Wherever he was, he must've gotten drunk again.
The brunette girl's eyes lit up with joy after they met Sondra.
"Sondra!" She cheered out and held her arms out wide, as if she was waiting for a hug.
Without any hesitation, Sondra snapped her attention back on the brunette. Sondra's eyes were now wide, and her mouth fell open to form an 'O' shape.
"Kendra?" Sondra gasped, sounding both surprised and joyful, and it wasn't long before the brunette girl rushed over to her and threw her arms around her.
Kendra? Who was Kendra? I don't remember Sondra speakin' about any Kendra, and I could tell by the concern that was detailed over the rest of the gang's faces that they had no clue who Kendra was either. I took a moment to stare at Dally, who rolled his eyes in response of this Kendra hugging Sondra. I then fixed my eyes on Johnny, who for some reason caused this strange feeling to form inside of me, and he shrugged his shoulders at my look before gazing down at the floor.
"Would you care to explain who this girl is, Sondra?" Cassidy asked after this Kendra and Sondra released each other from their hug.
Still grinning a little, Sondra raised an eyebrow. "What are you guys talkin' about? I told you 'bout her a lot!"
"Um, I don't recall any Kendra, Sonny." shared Steve, and I nodded with agreement.
Sondra looked at all of us, absolutely confused, but after a couple of silent seconds, she exclaimed out: "Oh, that's right! I never told you guys that her actual name is Kendra!"
"...Who in the hell is Kendra?" Dally blustered, obviously not in the mood to play any guessing games.
"My cousin Kenny!" Sondra took no hesitation to answer after Dallas' outburst.
As if it was a flash of lightning, everybody grew startled. My eyes, along with Dally's and Ponyboy's were now huge, and Two-Bit had ended up choking on his next slurp of beer from being taken off guard. As for Cassidy and Kitten, they exchanged their facial expressions; and lasty, Pepsi-Cola, Steve, and Johnny's mouths seemed to drop down to the floor.
"You mean...this is the cousin that you told us about?" Kitten asked, gesturing towards the widely grinning brunette.
"Yep," Sondra nodded, smiling a tiny bit herself. For some reason, that strange feeling I got from looking at Johnny seemed to feel as if it was only expanding after I locked my eyes on Sondra.
"But...she's a girl!" Steve blurted out, obviously surprised.
Kendra placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks for noticing."
"Can't blame me!" Steve flew his hands up to his shoulders in a defensive manner. "Kenny is a boys' name!"
Again, Kendra rolled her eyes. "Well, it just so happens to be my nickname since I hate bein' referred to as my real name."
"Join the club, emerald eyes," Two-Bit suddenly chuckled, as if he was never surprised.
Kendra crossed her arms over her chest and smirked a little. "Let me guess...you're Two-Bit Mathews, right? The wisecracker of this greasers gang that Sondra friended?"
Two-Bit snickered and nodded his head, but not without giving Sondra a little playful wink that had her grinning again.
"That's me, all right," Two-Bit pretended to take off an invisible hat and bow a little before placing it back on his head.
Just like she did a bit earlier, Kitten took in a deep breath and blew out her bangs from her face. "...And I'm Kathryn, but nobody ever calls me that. I prefer Kitten, Kitty, Kit-Cat, or Kitty-Cat. But if anyone ever calls me Kathryn or Kathy, they'll be waking up very confused underwater."
Understandingly, Kendra nodded her head a single time, right before she glanced over at Sondra again and said: "I came here during my vacation from college so I could surprise you. Happy fifteenth birthday, cousin."
"You remembered!" Sondra happily sang, this feeling of surprise now being held in her eyes.
"We all remembered, Sondra! How couldn't we?" I asked, now smiling my rare grin as I gestured over to the fireplace where all of the presents were at. "Happy fifteenth birthday!"
"Happy birthday to you! You live in a zoo! You look like a monkey!" Two-Bit began to childishly sing, choking back his laughter the best that he could, but before he could finish singing, he was swatted in the face with a pillow by Ponyboy.
"And Two-Bit acts like one, too!" chuckled Pony, which had him receiving a punch in the arm and a smack with the same pillow by Two-Bit, and getting his hair playfully ruffled up by a giggling Sodapop.
I could've sworn tears of happiness were beginning to prickle up in the edges of Sondra's pale blue eyes. Sometimes she reminded me a whole lot of mine, Ponyboy, and Soda's mother. It was as if she had the exact same smile and hair and laugh...you name it.
"Well, what are you waitin' for, birthday girl?" Kitten asked, smirking at Sondra. "Let's have you dive into those gifts!"
"But you guys really didn't have to..." Sondra began talking, but she instantly stopped when I shook my head.
"Save yourself the crappy lecture, Sondra. We wanted to do this for you." informed the madly grinning Soda.
"But...don't you guys need your money for the bills and grocery shopping and whatnot?" Sondra began to look guilty, so I knew that we had to snap her out of it before she became upset on her birthday.
"You don't need to worry 'bout that, Sondra," I said. "I recently got a raise and Soda's working extra shifts with Steve at the DX. You don't need to worry 'bout anything like that. Today is your day, so let's have a blast and watch you open your presents."
Sondra's POV
I honestly couldn't believe it...I mean, not only did Johnny and I go to one of Buck's parties with Dally, get drunk, and give away our virginities to each other, but now I had my cousin visiting from New York and the gang actually chipped in to get me these gifts for my birthday. Today was certainly one heck of a day, but there were still hours to go before midnight struck to announce tomorrow.
I honestly still felt pretty guilty on the inside about how the Curtis' spent their money on me when they needed it more on other stuff, but Darry told me to not allow it to effect my birthday. He assured me that everything was fine, but for some reason, I couldn't believe him. Maybe that was because I still couldn't stop thinkin' about how Johnny and I ripped off the chain at Buck's party and now not only did I have to keep it a secret from the rest of the gang, but I had to hide it from my own cousin.
Johnnycake sat next to me on the floor, having one to his arms wresting around my shoulders and giving my cheek a few kisses here and there as everybody watched me rip off the wrapping paper and toss it all around, gift after gift. Well, except for Darry and Dally, I mean. Darry said that he had some more work to get done in the kitchen, and Dally headed off to the garage for some reason.
I ended up getting so much:
1) A new switchblade and a stuffed toy horse from Soda.
2) A pair of Mickey Mouse pajamas and the Mickey Mouse series on DVD from Two-Bit.
3) A pair of cowgirl boots and a matching cowgirl hat from Kitten.
4) Gone With The Wind and a couple of poems from Ponyboy, one of them being Natures First Green is Gold.
5) One of those heart necklaces from Johnnycake, him wearing one part of the heart while I wore the other.
6) Some hair grease, a medium-sized SUV toy car, and some new pairs of tennis shoes in all kinds of different colors and patterns from Steve.
7) Some new pairs of jeans and new shirts from Darry, most of them having Elvis on their fabric.
8) A new jean jacket and leather jacket from Cassidy.
By the time that I finished opening up all of the gifts, I couldn't help myself to cry from being so happy. I've never been so joyful in God knows how long, considering Gabriel was gone from my life and this was my first birthday without my mini 'gang' being able to celebrate it all together. Plus, I had Johnny as my new boyfriend and the Curtis' gang by my side, along with my cousin, too.
"How did you like your gifts, doll?" Johnnycake asked, offering me that sweet smile of his.
"I loved them!" I sniffled with absolute happiness as I wiped away my joyful tears from my face and eyes. "You guys are just the best!"
"We know, we know," Two-Bit playfully teased, and not long after he said that, he cheered out: "Group hug!"
Steve rolled his eyes and attempted sliding away, because I knew that he wasn't the hugging type, but Soda grabbed him by his wrist and yanked him over to me. Everyone locked their arms around each other and squeezed, which had me crying some more, just a little bit though. Though, Kenny stayed out of the group hug since she just met everyone and she still didn't give me my gift because she honestly forgot to get me one. I didn't mind; I loved my cousin. She felt like another sister to me, but I honestly didn't adore that pig that she called her so-called boyfriend. I hope that she ditched him by now, but if she didn't...god, I feel so sorry for her then.
"Hey, everybody!" Darry suddenly announced from the kitchen. "Dal says that he wants us all out in the garage so he can give Sondra his gift!"
At the mention of Dally actually getting me something, my eyes shot huge. Dallas Christopher Winston? The roughest male greaser in all of Tulsa? Getting somebody a present? I can only imagine him doin' that for Johnny, Cassidy, and Jocelyn! I have a pretty difficult time picturin' such a hard and tough greaser like Dallas Winston getting me, a Regular, a gift!
Without any hesitation, everybody pounced back up onto their feet and bashed out of the living room, except for Kenny, who playfully rolled her eyes at the sight and casually followed like it was no big deal.
Nobody's POV
Dally casually leaned against the cold wall of the Curtis' surprisingly organized, but very old and dusty garage. He was trying his best to ignore the massive pains that were stabbing him in the head over and over again after he got drunk like that at Buck's party, but he wouldn't stop cursing under his breath. All he remembered from Buck's party was drinking and smoking it up with Tim Shepard, right before everything seemed fuzzy to him.
"Oh my god!" Sondra gasped after she and the rest of the Curtis' gang packed into the garage. As much as Dallas hated to admit it, he was trying to hide a small smirk from spreading across his face after he saw the joy sparkle in Sondra's eyes after she noticed his gift. An extremely tuff, cherry red, brand-new looking motorcycle.
As if it was no big deal, Dallas shrugged his shoulders. "I was bored and decided to go gambling one day. Tim Shepard lost a bet, and he had to help me get this. I have no use for it, so it's yours now."
"Dang, Dal!" Johnny proclaimed, both startled and happy at the same time. "I never imagined you'd go this far for somebody's birthday!"
Again, Dally shrugged. "Well, don't get used to the thought. This was a once in a lifetime thing."
Before Dallas saw it coming, he was attacked by a giant hug. He gazed down to see Sondra grasping him, tears of joy trickling down her face as she repeated many thank you's into his shirt. Though, Dally was the number one member from the gang who wasn't the hugging type, so he didn't hug back. All he did was roll his eyes like he didn't care, and he scanned the rest of the gang to notice how they were now exchanging small smirks and smiles, while giving him a few teasing winks here and there.
"...You can do this for two more seconds," Dally warned Sondra, who still had him wrapped up in a huge hug. "And consider this a once in a lifetime thing, too, Sonny."
"One...two..." Sondra slowly counted to herself before she removed her arms from Dally and leaped back, taking in his blank expression before glancing back at the motorcycle. "How'd you know that I wanted my own set of wheels?"
Dally hesitated and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't, but I remember when I was younger, I always loved motorcycles. Though, I'm more into actual cars at my age now. So, I have no use for the damn thing."
"That's very nice of you..." Kenny spoke up with a soft smile on her face, but it wasn't long at all before Dally narrowed his eyes and shot her a glare.
"I'm never nice," He snarled like a junkyard dog, but that didn't stop Kenny from smiling. She could tell by his attitude that he must've been thee Dallas Winston that the gang was previously chatting about.
"It's nice to meet you too, Dallas Winston!" laughed Kenny.
At the sound of her laughter, Dally acted careless and rolled his eyes again, but he was truly hiding a small grin as he muttered: "Whatever, wiseass."
"All right, everyone! The cake is done!" announced Darry, who was now standing in the doorway of the garage, which entered the kitchen.
"Cake?" Sondra's eyes lit up and she turned around to see Darry's smile as he nodded his head. This day was just getting better and better!
"Just for you, Sonny! Come on in and have a slice everybody! But remember to use an actual plate! Two-Bit..." Darry began to warn.
"I know, I know!" Two-Bit sighed in an over dramatic tone, and everyone flooded back into the kitchen to watch Darry light the fifteen different colored candles on the delicious looking cake.
After everybody sang the happy birthday song and got themselves a slice of cake, along with some Pepsi; Coke; or milk, everything seemed perfect. Sondra couldn't stop laughing along with Ponyboy, Cassidy, Kitten, and Johnny when Soda swiped up some of the rainbow icing from his slice of cake and made it look as if he had a mustache. Two-Bit, on the other hand, was dared to smash his head deep into his piece of cake, and of course being the wisecracker that he was, he did just that. Darry then ended up lecturing everyone that if they made a mess, they were cleaning it up, even if that meant staying in the kitchen all night. Just to act like nothing was going on, Johnny and Sondra fed some of their chunks of their slices of cake to each other, which had Kitten and Pony doing the same a little after. Dallas and Kenny kept looking at each other, Kenny being the one to grin at him while all Dally did was roll his eyes and go on eating his slice of cake.
Suddenly, just as Sondra finished eating her piece of cake, it felt as if a bomb just went off in the pit of her stomach. Without any hesitation, Sondra's eyes went wide, and she quickly placed her hand in front of her mouth.
"Are you alright, Sondra?" Kenny questioned with absolute concern now exposed all over her face. Everyone instantly shut themselves up and locked their eyes on the now fifteen-year-old tomboy, who was trying her best to force an assuring smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine...I just need to use the restroom..." Sondra could've sworn she was about to explode from holding the returning food back. "I'll be right back!"
Without waiting for anybody to respond, Sondra bolted as fast as she could go, rushing into the Curtis' downstairs bathroom and closing the door behind her. After that, she locked it and turned on the water in the sink, right before she finally fell down onto her knees and emptied her stomach all over again.
Why was she still sick? Johnny wasn't sick anymore from Buck's party and he drank more of the spiked punch than what she did. Sondra held her hair back and continued vomiting, trying to think about why she was still feeling ill. It couldn't have been from Buck's party...but if it wasn't from the alcohol...why was she still sick to her stomach like crazy?
A/N: Cliffhanger!
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