Disclaimer ~ I do not own The Outsiders, even though I want to. My messed up brain came up with this idea – SE Hinton owns The Outsiders.
AN – some people are slightly confused about the plot-line of the story. I'm just saying that these first few chapters aren't IN the plot – but they are a very important factor to it. These are memories of Ponyboy with the good and bad times with Darry, Soda, his parents, and the gang. One's where it's just Sodapop and Ponyboy are present. Hope that helped!
Thanks for the reviews! Enjoy
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"Now you two be good, I mean it, if you two aren't good I'm gonna tell mom and dad on you." Darry looked at us, his two youngest brothers. I noticed he seemed to give me a more stern look, and then he offered Soda a very slight smile. I had the feeling I wasn't his favorite brother. Darn.
"Darrr!" Soda moaned, "we won't get into trouble, will we Pone?"
"Naw. Soda pwomised he would watch baseball wif me, right Sode?"
Sodapop rolled his eyes, "Whatever, as long as Steve comes over I'm fine."
My eyes widened and a slight frown covered my small face, "I saw that it wos you and Stevie who ate up all the chocowat cake!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did t-"
I was cut off by Darry, who was staring at me and Soda wide-eyed. "You guys are so immature!"
Me and Soda just stared at him for a while, before glancing at each other and cracking up. Our faces went red from laughing so hard and long. Darry's eyes flashed when we finally started to calm down.
"You're so immature!" he repeated again, as though making sure we heard him.
This caused us to bust out laughing again. Soda rolled on the floor and grabbed his toy truck, then threw it at Darry. It bounced off of Darry's head. "OUCH!" exclaimed the eldest brother, who then proceeded to get up and chase around the middle brother.
"Pone! Help me! Help me!" Soda cried when Darry finally caught him, tickling him so hard that Soda looked about ready to explode with laughter. I had taken his words to heart though, and jumped on Darry's back, exclaiming "Die beast! Die!" Then I proceeded to hit Darry's ears with small baby-soft fists. Darry laughed and pulled me up so that I was riding piggy-back-style on Darry. I had squeeked with excitement and kicked my small legs, "Giddy up Dar! Giddy up!"
At that exact moment, mom and dad walked in, carrying groceries, the wind slammed the door shut. Darry jumped in surprise, causing me to get thrown off of his back and land with a sharp pain on the glass coffee table behind me. It shattered.
Everyone froze, looking over at me, I had a faint trickle of blood on my arm. I was still in shock at what had happened.
"Oh no! Pony I'm sorry!" Darry exclaimed, rushing over to help me, ignoring the pieces of glass that littered the room. Soda was staring wide-eyed as his parents rushed to their youngest son.
I was crying by now, holding my injured arm. In reality it wasn't that bad, but hey, I was four!
"Aw, sweetie, are you okay? Talk to mommy sweetie." I looked up at my mother's blurry figure, her soft golden curls shimmering in the sunlight. "Momma!" I cried, and clung to her. Darry was staring at me.
"Ponyboy I'm so sorry!" he said, but I didn't really believe him.
"Whyd'ja do that Dawy?"
"I didn't mean too." He tried to explain.
"Yes you did!" I sobbed into mommy's shirt.
Daddy had turned away from me and whistled at the sight of broken glass all over the living room floor. "I wonder who's gonna have to clean that up?" he asked sarcastically, combing his greased hair with his hand.
"Dawy, Dawy!" I said, pointing to Darry.
Darry looked shocked and sad, "but I didn't mean to Pone, I promise!"
"Whyd'ja do it then?" I countered.
"The door startled me," I must have looked confused at the word 'startled' cause he restarted his sentence. "When the door slammed shut, I got scared, and jumped. You accidentally slid off my back." Flew off his back more like.
"Oh." I nodded, understanding.
"You forgive me?" Darry asked, coming to crouch next to me and mom. Soda was still wide-eyed, looking scared as anything. His face purely stated 'I-didn't-do-anything!'
"I fowgive you."
Darry pulled me into a bear-hug and I relaxed into his embrace. Darry wasn't really that strong, not like dad, who's bear-hugs could crush you. It was actually nice. He was a soft ten-year old that really annoyed me sometimes, and vice-versa.
We all glanced over at Soda, who was red-faced. He saw all of us staring and burst into tears, "IT WASN'T ME!" he yelled, huddling into a ball. We all were confused.
"Of course it wasn't." Daddy said, turning to Sodapop. I crawled away from Darry and hugged Soda around the middle.
"Whadya do now?" I asked, looking at him.
"I didn't mean to hit Darry on the head with the fire-truck! Well I did, but I didn't mean to!"
We were all confused, Darry seemed to be the only one who was catching on to this.
"Oh." He said curtly, as though that summed up Sodapop's whole personality.
"Oh?" daddy asked, raising an eyebrow at Darry.
"Well, Ponyboy and Soda were being immature!" Darry defended himself, then said, "and Soda threw his toy truck at me! So I chased him and tickled him, and then Ponyboy jumped on me and pretended I was a horsey, and we were playing piggy-back when you walked in and you know the rest…" Darry said, but this wasn't making a lick of sense to me.
Mom looked like she got it, but Daddy and I were still confused.
"Yeah, but was that got to do wis him?" I asked, pointing at Soda.
"He thinks if he never hit me in the first place, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."
I glanced down at my now-not-bleeding arm and then at Soda. "Aw, dis isn't yur fault Soda. It was mom and Dad's!" I exclaimed brightly, earning groans from everyone in the room. Apparently I still didn't get what had actually caused the whole mess. Oh well.
…
"Are you shitting me?" Steve exclaimed, pulling away from me.
"Huh?"
"What the hell do you have in that bag Ponyboy Curtis?"
I stared at him, I thought Steve would understand. I looked down at the brown paper-bag again, and then back up at Steve.
"You know what's in there!"
"Of course I know what's in there! Why do you have it?"
"I…" how was I supposed to explain?
"No, no way. Give that to me now."
"No!" I held the bag closer to me, as though protecting it from Steve's wrath.
"Ponyboy, I don't care if Darry is fucking raping you, give me that bag!" I stared at him in hurt confusion – of course, Darry would never…rape…me. I shuddered at the thought. But really? I mean, I thought with Steve getting beat up at home and all he would actually have known…
"Kid, you don't know what that stuff does to ya, now give it here!"
"You want it for yourself!" I exploded.
Steve looked shocked, offended, angry, and egocentric all at the same time. "WHAT!"
"You heard me!" I said, though after seeing his face, I was starting to regret it.
"I already did that once kid, this shit ruins your life, now give me that fucking heroin!"
I looked down at the bag again, maybe showing Steve wasn't such a good idea after all…
"Kid." Steve growled.
"Kid."
"Let go!"
"Let go."
"KID!"
"KID." I was starting to like this game, Steve looking pretty pissed off.
"SHUT UP!"
"SHUT UP."
"YOU STUPID FUCKIN-"
"YOU STUPUD FUCKIN."
"Ahh!"
"Ahh."
"I WILL PUNCH YOU HARDER THAN DARRY EVER HAS!"
"I WILL P-OW!" I clutched at my face, glaring at Steve, who ripped the bag away from me.
"You asshole!" I exclaimed.
"Shuddup."
"Make me!" I challenged, Steve turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "That can be arranged." He smirked, then rested his head back against the car-seat, the heroin bag still in his hands.
"Are ya gonna give that back?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Give it back Steve!"
"What's your damage!" Steve yelled, and I cringed a little. What was my damage? Was he fuckin stupid?
Steve scowled, then threw the bag of heroin out the car window, not even slowing down. I let out a cry and turned around in my seat, watching as it faded into the black.
"STE-EVE!"
"Oh don't 'Steve' me. Now let me get you back home before Darry beats your ass again."
"Well then you better hurry up, we've got exactly two minutes until that happens." I nodded at his wrist-watch. He looked at the time and cursed. He glanced over at me, his expression dark.
"I…I think you'd better stay over my place tonight…" he sounded like he was choking on pins and needles.
"r-really?" This was the most shocking thing that Steve Randal, Steve fucking Randal had ever said to me in my entire life. I bet if Soda was here he'd have a heart attack or something.
"Yeah really, and don't make me ask twice. Actually, I wasn't askin', you are staying over. Just, I'll tell Darry that I invited you and Two-Bit over, KAY?"
"Sure, sure whatever." I muttered, still in shock.
Steve nodded and swerved around, headed towards his place.
Wow, I thought, Steve does care.
Okay Sorry I'm gonna stop it there. I know I know, nope, sorry CURRENT!Soda/Pony aren't in this chapter. This is all old stuff. Like memories and stuff. So how was this chapter? Good, bad? Questions? Review! I need the reviews so I can do my next chapters XD
