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Ponyboy's point of view.
A/N: Since everyone wanted me to make this a two-shot, I saw no reason not to, so here it is! Hope you guys like it!
After Tim went inside, he quickly found out on his own that Darry and Soda weren't home. My parents also weren't home. Dad was at work, and Mom had went grocery shopping. I wasn't sure why he wanted to see Darry and Soda, but he didn't feel like waiting around for them.
"C'mon Curly," he said, walking out of my house. He still sounded a little angry. "I wanna stay with Ponyboy tonight," Curly argued.
"Are your parents gonna care Pony?" Tim asked me. I shook my head. "Nah, they won't care." I told him. Mom and Dad never cared if me, Soda, or Darry had friends stay over. Tim stepped closer to us, with a serious look on his face.
"Well I don't care either. But you two listen, and listen good, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once. If you two do somethin' stupid like that again, I'll skin ya both." Me and Curly just stared at him. "Ya hear?" He said loudly.
"Yeah, I hear ya," I said. I didn't exactly regret what we did, but it was okay to make Tim think I did. "Sure," Curly said.
"Alright. You two have fun, but not too much fun." Tim called over his shoulder, as he walked out of my yard. Me and Curly went inside, and into my room, so we didn't wake up Johnny. We played cards for a while, and smoked a few cigarettes.
We talked about how crazy we were to have done what we did, but in the end, neither one of us regretted it. It was something tough that we could brag about to our gangs.
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A few hours later, Darry, Dad, and Soda were home from work, and Mom was home from the grocery store. Johnny had woken up, and he was feeling better, so he decided to take a chance at goin' home for the night. He said his old man usually wouldn't beat him real bad two nights in a row.
At dinner time, me, Curly, Dad, Mom, Darry and Soda sat down at the table, and talked about our days. Darry and Dad got into a conversation about roofing houses, and Soda was telling Curly some tricks for fixin' cars. I noticed Mom was staring at my hand. Oh crap! I thought. She's gonna kill me! Me and Curly hadn't thought about how many people would be after us for burnin' each other.
I tried to hide my hand from her, hoping she hadn't seen the burn. But, of course, I was too late. "Pony, what happened to your finger?" She asked me. As soon as she said that, everyone at the table turned to stare at me. I usually didn't get hurt, and when I did I definitely didn't whine about it, so nobody ever expected to hear that somethin' was wrong with me.
I looked at Curly, hoping he had something to say in the matter, but his mouth was practically sewed shut. "Um..." I said, looking down. "Meandcurlyplayedchicken." I said as fast as I could. I bent my head over my plate and started shoving food in my mouth as fast as my hands would move, so I wouldn't have to say anything else.
"Excuse me?" Mom said, still staring at me.
"Meandcur-" I started to say it fast again, this time with my mouth full, but Mom put up a hand.
"Ponyboy, swallow your food and speak up," she said. I sighed, and did as she instructed. "Me and Curly played Chicken today.." I said, still in a low voice, but loud enough for everyone to hear. I saw Sodapop trying to hide a smile. I knew he would be the only one that was proud of us.
At first Mom looked confused, but Dad quickly explained to her what Chicken was, and then she glared at me. "Ponyboy, why would you do something stupid like that?" She asked. Dad started in on us too.
"Yeah, son, why did you two do that?" I looked at Curly, and he stared back at me, his face expressionless. I wished he would pipe up with something smart to say, but he didn't. "I'm sorry, we were just playin' around..." I explained.
"Ponyboy, you must be crazy to inflict pain on yourself," Darry said. I sighed. I guessed everyone was going to start in on me. "You too Curly."
"Listen son, you ever pull a stupid stunt like that again and your in deep trouble, ya hear?" Dad asked. I nodded slowly, looking down at my scarred finger. I had stopped hurting alot, but it still felt weird.
"Yes sir," Curly said. I glared at him, thinking, NOW you say something!
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