Howdy! Well here's part two...ENJOY!
Disclaimer: Now honestly, if I owned "The Outsiders" or the wonderful characters therein, would I have to do a disclaimer? No, I would not.
~Rosey
PART TWO:
Well, it was the best he could do.
Really it was.
A chocolate cake, five balloons, and some old streamers from last year.
Darry sighed, sitting at the kitchen table. It could be worse. They could have been out of balloons or chocolate cake. He glanced at the clock. It read 2:30. Soda and Pony would both be coming home soon. He yawned and put his head on the table. Not that setting up the party had been hard, but he had been over working himself for months now and it was his first day off...sleep took him in a second.
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"Mornin', everybody!" Sodapop bounded into the kitchen, a huge smile on his face.
"Good morning, honey," Mrs. Curtis smiled, going over to her son and giving him a hug. "Happy sixteenth birthday!"
"How does it feel, Pepsi-Cola?" Mr. Curtis asked with a smile, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Just like bein' fifteen," Soda shrugged with a grin, flopping down at the table. He faced his older brother Darry, who sat half-asleep in the chair beside him. "What's eatin' ya, Dare?"
"Practice ran late last night," Darry answered, managing a small smile. "But hey! I'm here for your birthday today, ain't I?"
"Aren't," Mrs. Curtis corrected her oldest son gently.
"Aren't," Darry mumbled, rolling his eyes.
It was then Ponyboy stumbled into the kitchen, his hair tossled with sleep and his socks half-off. "H-happy birthday, Soda," he mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes hard.
"Thanks, little buddy!" Soda beamed, getting to his feet and giving his brother a noogie. Pony half-heartedly brushed him off before sitting at the table, yawning. "Oh c'mon!" Soda wined. "Is everybody tired on my birthday?"
"Everybody except you," Darry groaned, his head knocking down onto the table. "You little outsider," it was whispered almost silently, but it was there.
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Darry bolted up from the his chair, hitting his head on the lamp hanging above the table."Ow!" he yelped, holding his head. He looked around, gathering his settings. He was in the kitchen. It was Soda's seventeenth birthday. He glanced at the clock. 2:50. Pony and Soda would be home any second now. He sighed, rubbing his head. That had been Soda's last birthday with their parents. And Darry had managed to ruin it. The oldest Curtis brother crossed his arms. Well not this time. He may only have five balloons and day old chocolate cake, but it would be a good birthday. Because Darry would be there for Soda.
Suddenly, Darry heard the front door open. He forced a smile and jumped into the frontroom. "Suprise!" he shouted, maybe a little too cheerfully.
"Well thank you, Darry, but it's not my birthday," Ponyboy laughed, tossing his backpack on the floor.
Darry sighed. "Pony, pick that up. Does this look like a place to dump junk to you?"
Pony looked around. "Yes."
"Just put it up!" Darry demanded.
"But Dar-"
Just then the sound of the old pick-up truck pulling into the drive way made the bickering brothers look up. "That's Soda," Darry pushed Pony and his backpack towards his room. "Put that darn thing up so he doesn't trip on it on his way in."
Pony grudgingly threw his pack into his room just as Soda came in.
"Suprise," Darry said with a small shrug, giving up on the fake cheerfulness.
Soda laughed hard, looking at the balloons and flicking one with his cap. "So you take a day off and this is how you spend it?" he asked with a chuckle. "We need to get you a girl, man."
"It was the best I-"
"Darry," Soda inturrupted his big brother, flopping down on the couch. "I was kidding. This means alot, man."
"It's not much," Darry shrugged, sitting in his arm-chair with a small smile. "But it was the best I could do."
"I woulda helped but I was at school-" Pony began.
"Pone," Soda interupted him with a laugh. "It's okay. Daddy Darry took care of it," the golden-haired greaser winked.
Darry just rolled his eyes, throwing a pillow at Soda. "Happy birthday, you little outsider."
Soda chuckled, throwing the pillow back. "So what about that cake huh? Looks good enough...but could use some food coloring."
The End!
Well? It was my first "Outsiders" fic...but I think it may have turned out ok! Construcive critisim is welcomed but NO FLAMES! Thanks so much and...
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~Rosey