Blowin' Smoke

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A/N: Real quick, let's get this straight.

Two-bit: 19, almost 20.

Sodapop: 17

Ponyboy: 15

Darry: 20

Steve: 18

Johnny and Dally: dead.

CHAPTER 2: (November, 1967)

Bucks was loud. That was for sure. I took a puff of my inhaler before I went in, but there air was still constricting to my finicky airways. However, it was early, so almost no one was in there. Plus, those that were there weren't smoking yet and there were windows open, letting in the warm, fresh air.

Beers were coming left and right. I drank, because it took like six to get real drunk, right?

Not when your fourteen and barely a hundred pounds.

I wasn't sure what happened after the first three. Maybe two. Or was it four? I lost track.

Somewhere, deep in my brain, as drunk as I was, I knew I needed to call Darry. He would be worried about me.

Bad decision. He heard my slurred "Hayyyy, D'rry" and knew exactly where I was and that's when I started to sober up. A mad Darry is a sobering thought.

"I'll see you in five minutes and you better sober up by then."

Feeling shaken and having a sudden need to empty my guts, I went outside and left curly inside. My mouth tasted like acid and the effects from the air inside meant that I alternated between coughing and puking.

When Darry pulled up every part of my body went cold. I had messed up bad.

Before I could even say anything Darry just growled, "Get in the car, Ponyboy. No words."

The whole ride home was silent. I think I would have preferred yelling. It was less scary.

When we got home Soda was sitting on the couch. I tried to talk to him, but he didn't say anything either. He said goodnight to no one in particular and headed to our bedroom.

"Are you aware of how stupid you were tonight? I told you specifically not to go to Bucks. And what do you do? Go to Bucks and get completely wasted. This is totally unacceptable. You're grounded. For how long I don't know. Don't ask. I'll tell you when it's over. Ponyboy, what were you even thinking?"

"I wasn't," I confessed honestly.

"Obviously. Take a shower. You real of smoke. You go in that bedroom both you and Soda are gonna have an attack and I don't feel like dealing with that."

With that, Darry stomped to his bedroom and shut the door behind him.

OoOoOoO

"Soda?" I whispered, hoping he was awake.

"Pony?" He called out groggily.

"Oh, Soda," I breathed out. "I'm so sorry."

"Come here," Soda offered suddenly, pulling the blankets back for me.

"Are you mad? Or disappointed?"

"Ponyboy, never. You know you made a mistake tonight. Shoot, you know I've come home drunk more than once. Darry worries, and I left 'cause I didn't feel like listening to y'all fighting. But I'm never disappointed in you Ponyboy, you got me?" Soda assured me, looking at me with those soft, chocolate brown eyes.

"Yeah, Soda. I'm sorry," I apologized.

"'S'okay. Come on, go to sleep. You're gonna have a nice hangover when you wake up tomorrow," Soda threw his arm protectively around me, but I was unable to fall asleep. My chest was killing me and despite taking a shot of my inhaler before going to bed I couldn't stop coughing. Around four I ducked out of bed to try and give Soda some sleep.

Soda's POV

I tried to sleep. I really did. But the sound of Ponyboy's coughing always woke me up. I felt bad though when I heard him get up, but it was too late. I was too restless to lay in bed any longer, so around five I snuck out of my bedroom quietly so I wouldn't wake Darry.

"Wanna help me make some chocolate cake?" I whispered loudly to Ponyboy.

"The noise," Ponyboy groaned, feeling the effects of his alcohol binge. I burst out laughing.

"Come on, little brother," I said loudly.

"Only if I control the sugar," Ponyboy answered sarcastically, already knowing my answer.

"No way. You and Darry and your weak tastebuds. My cake will always reign supreme. Onward my cooking peasant!" I marched triumphantly towards the kitchen, with Ponyboy's laughter trailing me as we walked.

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