WAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP! How you doin'. Well I just really want to thank you guys for leaving reviews you have no idea how much that means to me. Well without further ado...CCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPTTTTERRR EEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNN! (Eleven)
Scene cuts to Darry's truck pulling up to the Curtis house. Darry picks Ponyboy up, "Let's go little brother. We're home." "Whoa!" Soda laughs. "He's getting pretty big to be carried." Scene cuts to the morning and Ponyboy sees Tim on the couch, "Hi, Tim."
"Huh?" TwoBit says. That doesn't look like Tim.
"Tim Shepard." Ponyboy says.
TwoBit still looks confused, and shakes his head.
"That's Tim Shepard."
Two raises an eyebrow, giving a Are You Fucking With Me Look.
"Yeah! That's Tim Shepard! He's played by Glenn Withrow or something! He may not look like him, but it is him."
TwoBit's silent for a minute "Huh..."
"Hi, kid." He says, still not looking up from his newspaper. "Can I get you some breakfast or something?" Pony asks. "Nope. Thanks for letting me use your couch." And he leaves. "Sure. Any time."
"Good thing you weren't naked, Ponyboy." TwoBit winks.
Ponyboy turned a shade of dusty pink, "I-I don't walk around naked in my house. There's no privacy God can give to this house, without y'all breaking it."
TwoBit eyebrows raises in surprise, "Not even when you're cooking?"
Sodapop frowns, "Do you cook naked in your house, TwoBit." Saving his from the embarrassment shown on his cheeks.
"No! Of course not!"
Soda sighs in relief, "I don't cook!"
Ponyboy walks into the kitchen and makes breakfast. TwoBit and Steve walk in, "Anybody home?" TwoBit asks. "Yeah in here. Don't slam the door." The door slams shut.
"I swear you tell them something, and they do the exact opposite of what you tell them." Darry says.
"Hey," TwoBit says. "It's what I do."
The two sneak up on Ponyboy, and TwoBit grabs Ponyboy and swings him around. "Ponyboy, hey!" Pony drops the eggs on the floor, and glares at TwoBit, "Whoa!" "What are you doing? Look at what you did! You ruined my eggs." "Look at the blonde headed monkey!" Steve says. "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it in the paper." Says Steve. "So Ponyboy tell me about being a hero, huh?"
"Huh?" Ponyboy says.
"You're a hero, Pony." Johnny tells him.
"So are you Johnnycakes," Sodapop says.
"HA! Even Dally's a hero!" TwoBit says, "We got a house full of 'em!"
"What?" "A hero, man. You know, like a, like a big shotie." Steve hands Ponyboy the newspaper. "Beer for breakfast, TwoBit?"
TwoBit grins, "Always." And lifts his drink up.
"What I like is the "turn hero" bit," TwoBit told him. "They're charging Johnny with manslaughter?" Ponyboy mumbles.
"Shit." TwoBit says. "They still gonna?"
"Of course," Dally snarls. "We're Greasers, of course they ain't gonna forget it." They ran out of Cokes and Pepsi's, Dallas has a beer. He takes a sip.
"The amazing life of a Greaser," Steve adds.
"What do they means "if he recovers"?" Pony asks. "Them kids, they'd have been burned to death, if it hadn't been for you." Steve says. "Boy, Dallas will be mad, when he realizes they didn't mention his police record."
"They did what!" Dallas says, spitting his drink in the process.
Soda clenches his jaw, "Are you kidding me!" He glares at Dallas, "Again! Again!" He wipes off the liquid with the towel Ponyboy gave him.
"You've gotta be kidding me. What am I supposed to be some kind of hero or something too?" Dally says, completely ignoring the popped Soda that is cursing at Dallas under his breath.
TwoBit sips his beer, "Told ya."
"It's all about us." Ponyboy says.
"Who?" TwoBit asks. "There's different kinds of us. It could be all of us. You, Dallas, and Johnny us; you, Sodapop, and Darry-"
"Jesus Christ, do you ever shut up?!" Steve asks.
"Nope," Two says, popping the p in the process.
"Darry, me and Soda. Not a thing about putting me and Soda in a boy's home?" Pony asks. "No way." Ponyboy throws the paper down, "They ain't putting me in a boy's home." He says.
"Damn right, Ponyboy." Darry says. "Damn right."
Ponyboy goes into the bathroom, and Soda opens the shower curtain. "Whoa!" Soda says. "Good morning." Darry grabs Steve picks him up and throws him down. "The what?" Steve grunts. "All brawn no brains."
Darry glares coldly at Steve and he squirms uncomfortably. Good. That was still a touchy subject for Darrel.
"Darry have you seen my DX shirt?" Soda asks.
"Over in the hall, in the corner next to your room door." Darry and Ponyboy say at the same time.
Soda looks at those two weirdly, "How do you both know where my shirt is at?"
"You throw it in the same place everyday, Soda." Pony says, "It's like it's fate."
"How about my jeans?"
"In the Darry's/my closet Darry/I probably already ironed them." They say again.
Soda looks at the two, "Okay that was cool at first, but now this is just getting freakish."
"Hey, hurry up. You're gonna be late." Darry says.
"Does anyone else find it weird that these random strangers have our morning routine down to perfection?" Ponyboy asks. "They even have The First One Up Has To Make Breakfast rule."
There was a murmur or confirmation.
"Yeah," Soda says. "This guy- Rob Loan? What's his name again?"
"Rob Lowe, Sodapop." Ponyboy corrects. "Rob Lowe, say it with me, Soda. Rob Lowe."
"OKAY-Okay! Rob Lowe. Rob Lowe can do a Sodapop like he's not even trying." Soda says, "It's creepy really. Taking someone else's life."
"Yeah these guys are really spot on," Ponyboy says. "Tom Cruise is just like Stevie-"
"W-W-Wait." TwoBit puts a hand up. "Tom Cruise?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Ponyboy frowns, innocent of what's to come. "Tom Cruise-"
"Sh-Sh-Shh! I'm pretty sure his name is Tim. Tim Cruise." TwoBit says.
"What! No-"
"Thought the guy's name was Crude," Dally puffs out a smoke.
"Why on earth would it be Tom Crude!" Ponyboy exclaims.
"I have no idea Ponyboy." Soda shakes his head.
Ponyboy takes a breath, "Thank you. At least someone has some sense-"
"I thought his name was Ron." Soda says.
"Okay now your just making up names!" Ponyboy exclaims.
"Hold up! Hold up!" Steve says, "I know his name aren't any of those."
Ponyboy looks at him pleadingly, but loses all hope when he sees the small smirk appearing on Steve's face.
"His name's Rob."
"THAT'S SODA'S GUY!"
"Wasn't his name Glenn or something?" Johnny says silently, "Glenn Cruise?"
"Not you too, Johnny." Ponyboy puts his head in his hands. "Darry! Please!"
Darry puts his hands in air, "Don't worry about me little buddy. This is just too entertaining to stop."
"Hey! It's my guy, and I decide what his name is." Steve says.
"You can't just name a guy-"
Steve puts a finger up to Ponyboy's mouth, "Sh-Shhh-Shhh. No talking."
Ponyboy's eye develops a tic.
"I'm gonna name him...Tom. Tom Cruise." Steve says.
"Congratulations! You have a new baby boy!" TwoBit says.
Sodapop pats Steve on the back, "Congrats, buddy. Nice name."
"Thanks, Soda."
"Yeah it suits him." Johnny compliments.
"Congrats. Hey, and I don't it to be drooling on me and shit, so train it then I can see it." Dallas says, giving Tom Cruise a warning glance.
"No problem. Thanks, man."
Ponyboy throws his hands to the sky, "I give up." Ponyboy takes a deep breath.
TwoBit tape his chin, deep in thought, "You know the one thing they don't have, are these arguments we have with-"
"Shut it, TwoBit!"
"Darry, did you hear about that juvenile court thing?" Ponyboy asks. "Yeah the cops told me last night." Darry says. "Hey, after we stomp those Socs good, me Steve are gonna throw a party and everyone's gonna get ripped!" "Whoa!" They yell! "Hey, where are you gonna get the dough?" Darry asks. "I'll think of something." Two assures.
"Yeah, that means you'll shoplift the stuff you need." Ponyboy says.
TwoBit smiles, "You know me so well. 'Cept it's not stealing, I'm borrowing it."
Pony rolls his eyes, "Never heard of that before."
"Hey, TwoBit Mickey's on TV." Sodapop calls. "Pony?" Darry calls. Ponyboy walks back inside. "I hate to leave you here by yourself. Maybe I should take the day of..." He says. "Why not, I stay by myself plenty of times. Besides we can't afford it." "Don't worry about it, Dar. I'll babysit him." TwoBit says and wrestles him. "TwoBit, lay off." Darry says. "Pony, you smoke more than a pack today. I'll skin ya, you understand?" "Yeah, and you carry more than a bundle of roofing, I'll skin ya you understand?"
"Ha! Oooh! Burn!" TwoBit says, cracking up.
Everyone smiles at the looniness of their friend.
Darry smiles and leaves for work, followed by Steve and Soda. "We gotta get this house cleaned up. The cops and reporters are gonna run by here. And besides, it's time for the social worker to get here." Ponyboy says.
Sodapop groans, "I hate that woman!"
"Eww...Ms. Michaels." Pony says.
Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise and TwoBit cocked a head to one side, "The fat pudgy thing, that wears so much pink it hurts my eyes, and walks like a flaming pink flamingo, and has ugly yellow duck hair that looks like it's a stick on, and when its nose wrinkles she looks like a stuffed up pig." TwoBits asks.
Ponyboy shudders in disgust, "Yes, that's her."
"My God she is ugly!" TwoBit says.
The Curtis brothers nod in agreement.
Scene cuts to Ponyboy and TwoBit walking backwards on the sidewalk, "I would drive, but the breaks went out in my car. Was almost the end for me and Kathy."
"Well it's a good thing that you aren't in it?" Dallas says.
"Still, an interesting way of transport." Soda says.
"It's called walking down the backstreet." TwoBit jokes.
They walk to a convenience store, and Soc car drives up. "How many?" Two asks. "Five." Ponyboy says. "Keep walking," he mutters.
"Uh oh." Soda says.
"Yeah, uh oh." Steve adds.
"Double uh oh." TwoBit says.
"No, now that's a triple uh oh." Soda jumps in again.
"Make it a quadruple-" Ponyboy starts.
"Uh oh!" They all finish at the same time.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Dally shakes his head, "Know what? I don't care."
"Let's see what they want." He says. Randy walks up to Ponyboy and Randy walks up to Pony and TwoBit. "No jabs before the rumble. You know the rules, ape face." TwoBit says. "We know I want to talk to you." Randy says.
"Then what's the point of him bringing his little 'posse'?" Steve asks.
Soda shrugs.
"Go ahead I'll keep my eye on him." TwoBit says. Ponyboy walks over to Randy, so they can talk alone. " "I read about you in the paper," Randy says. "How come?" "I don't know I felt like playing the superhero." Ponyboy answers. "I wouldn't have." Randy says. "You wouldn't have what?" "I would've let those kids burn to death."
"Of course you would've." TwoBit sneers. "That guy is nothing but trouble."
"As we already confirmed, from watching this movie." Ponyboy points out.
"Ugh! I thought Darry was the stick in the mud." TwoBit mumbles.
Cue another flying boot, followed by a "Ouch!"
"Maybe you would have, maybe not." Ponyboy tells him. "I don't know. I just don't know anything anymore, I guess. I never would have believed a Greaser could have pulled something like that."
"And I never thought a Soc was civil enough to have a simple conversation, without beatin' up somebody." Steve says.
TwoBit laughs and high fives the blonde.
Camera shows TwoBit and the Socs, "Check out their pants!" He laughs, pointing at their pants. "Are you boys waiting for a flood?" The Socs laugh as well. "I hear they stamp your faces into gorilla cookies," one says. TwoBit laughs and so do they. "Your funny." The Soc say. "Really?" Camera cuts to Ponyboy and Randy inside the car, "I couldn't have told this to anyone else." Randy says. "You're friend, the one that got burned, he might die."
"As if he didn't know already." Dally snarls.
"Dumbass Soc." TwoBit mumbles.
"Yeah." Ponyboy says. "And tonight people get hurt at the rumble. Maybe, killed right?" Randy asks.
"Does this guy have a point?" Steve asks.
"Shh." Sodapop says, ignoring Steve's odd gaze, "Let him finish." Soda has a feeling that this guy-Randy actually gets it.
"You can't win. You know that, don't you?" Randy tells Ponyboy.
"Well that's bullshit." Dally mutters. "Don't listen to him."
"No, he's right," Johnny says. Everyone jumps, forgetting he's even there. He hasn't been talking. "After the rumble's all over, the Socs will still continue to be Socs and the Greaser's will still be Greasers."
The gang's silent. Ponyboy hadn't thought of that before, maybe Johnny was right. Soda's thinking the same thing. Though the rest aren't easily persuaded as the three.
"It doesn't matter if you whip us- you'd still be where you were, at the bottom. We'll still be the lucky one at the top with all the breaks." Randy shakes his head, "It doesn't matter. The Greasers will still be Greasers, and the Socs will still be Socs." He turns to Pony, "Anyway, thanks Greaser. I mean, thanks kid." Pony nods, "Been nice talking to you, Randy. My name's Ponyboy." And they shake hands, and Ponyboy leaves. Camera cuts to TwoBit and the Socs. "You're real funny, TwoBit! Let's go!"
TwoBit grins, "Gotta love the jokes."
"No." Steve says. "No you don't."
"Now get the hell outta here! See you at the rumble!" TwoBit says. "What did Super-Soc have to say?" TwoBit says. "He ain't a Soc," Ponyboy says. "Just a guy who wanted to talk, that's all."
Ponyboy nods in agreement to his future self. He understands. At least- he thinks so. Not all Socs are rotten and spoiled, some of them, actually are just as understanding as some Greasers. But they're all human. It's easy to be ignorant of others, because as everyone says: Ignorance is bliss. But it's also, stupid and cruel. It's because of this ignorance, that Greasers hate Socs and Socs hate Greasers. Each assuming the same stupid stereotypes of each other, and using it as a fuel for their hate. Randy's just a guy, Bob's just a guy, and the Socs are all just kids like them, the Greasers.
An odd place to end a chapter, but fret not! I shall do another chapter today, just cause this was pretty boring. Don't worry! It should be up by this evening. Don't forget to REVIEW, FOLLOW, and FAVORITE!