Author's Note:
Hi everyone,
Chapter 2 is here and it's starting to set up more of the story and where we are going to be going in this story. There are more chapters to come so stay tuned.
Sincerely keylime2001
Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S. E. Hinton
Chapter 2
(First week of school)
Harley's POV:
Monday…
It was the first day of school, and over the weekend was another big event I so wished I could attend. Woodstock. I wish I could've been there to see Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, The Who, Jefferson Airplane, and the Grateful Dead. It would've slapped so hard. I swear, Pony and I would've had the times of our lives at that concert. I don't think the others would've gotten it though. I made cinnamon rolls, bacon, and eggs again for breakfast since it was the first day of school. I had the theater class today and I was dreading it. I was already dressed, ready to impress for the first day of classes. Pony and I had a shift opening up the library this morning, we had a couple of classes this afternoon, and then Pony had track practice this evening.
Pony came out with his track bag and his book bag. He was running behind so I packed him a breakfast to-go bag. We had to drive to campus, but it was a nice day so we took our mopeds. "Thanks for the breakfast, Harley," Pony said as we walked into the library. "No problem," I said with a smile. "What classes do you have today?" Pony thought for a minute. "I have a creative writing workshop on storytelling, and a poetry course today." I nodded. "Those sound like fun," I said. Pony shrugged. "What about you?" Pony asked me. I let out a groan. "I have my theater class today, and my engaging diverse communities journalism course," I mumbled. "I'm dreading theater. Pony chuckled. "I'm sure you'll be fine." I shook my head. "I'm more looking forward to my journalism courses and my pre-law courses," I said. "They're getting more specialized and I get more time with Dr. Greene and Dr. Lawrence." Pony nodded. "I'm starting to get more into the specialization of the education and my education," Pony said. "Have you thought about what you want to do?" I asked him. Pony hesitated. "I think I want to do English for middle school if I had my pick," Pony said hesitantly. I thought about my middle school experience and I shuddered. "Why middle school?" I asked. "Because you can make a difference there and most teachers give up at middle school," Pony said. "Especially the ones I had." I nodded. "It makes sense," I said.
As we walked into the library to help open the library Dorthy squealed when she saw us and gave us a bear hug. "My two favorite lovebirds!" Dorthy shrieked. "Good to see you too, Dorthy," I mumbled. Pony looked at me in pain while Dorthy hugged him. "It's good to see your sweet face," Dorthy continued pinching Pony's cheeks. "This is your senior year right?" Pony asked. I shot him a glare. "Yep," Dorthy said. "Then you're looking at Miss Dorthy RN." Pony let out a sigh of relief. "Let's start the semester at the library in a rockin' way dudes," I heard Gary say behind us. This was going to be a long shift.
The shift couldn't have gone any slower, but then I had my theater course next. I rode my moped to the theater where my course was, and when I got there I noticed that I was surrounded by an eclectic group of students, from freshman theater majors to kids like me who were trying to fill their liberal arts requirements. I knew this was going to be a long semester. "Everyone settle down," The professor said. She was a perky woman, who was heavy set, had cat eye-shaped glasses, and a bright orange sundress that matched her bottle-orange dyed hair. "I'm your professor, Ms. Adams," Professor Adams continued. "This semester we are going to be covering the basics of theater and I'm going to test your acting, singing, and dancing skills." I shuddered. I sucked at all of these. "I'm also going to test your musical ability, and at the end of the semester, I'm going to be requiring you to audition for the spring musical and grading you. It'll be "Peter Pan."" The only part that I would be good at would be the musical ability to play the piano, but even that was iffy. Then with a bang, she started by talking about the importance of theater. This was going to be a long and painful semester.
The rest of the two classes were a blur, but I had a meeting with my mentors Dr, Greene and Dr. Lawrence. Dr. Lawrence was going to be helping me with my law school applications that I would be applying to next fall. It wasn't too early to start. I wanted to do some sort of corporate law and be a general counsel for a big newspaper. For journalism, my focus had stayed the same. I wanted to be a journalist who did exposés and did cultural pieces. Dr. Greene loved my ideas about this year focusing on the cultural events that have been happening and journalism's impact on the coverage. I had made a plan to go out to the site where Sharon Tate was murdered and do some recon. I knew I could use my pre-law experience to help write about the defense potentials and the impact journalism has. I couldn't wait.
After those meetings, I went to watch the end of Pony's track practice. Throughout the summer, there were a lot of changes made to the track team. There was a new team captain and there was a new coaching staff and athletic director. So, it should be a completely new team. Some of the team was the same as the previous year, with a few fresh faces. Some of the team remembered me from last year. Some hated me, and others liked me. It was a toss of a coin. It was nice though not to have to worry about being at the track field and not feel on edge.
After track practice, Pony and I headed home to eat dinner. "I kind of miss Marvin," I said to Pony as I made some homemade mac n' cheese. My special ingredient was instead of American cheese, I used Colby Jack cheese. It made it taste a little different. "Why?" Pony asked me as he worked on his homework. "He was a little odd." I shrugged. "He was always nice to me," I said nonchalantly. "How were your classes today?" Pony looked up at me and smiled. "I think they'll be good," Pony said. "It will be interesting and fun to try my hand at poetry. But it kind of reminds me of Johnny and our time in Windrixville." I gave him a sad smile. He had told me a little bit of their time there and I read the book he published, but I didn't want to pry. "You know you can talk to me if you want," I said with a reassuring smile. "But no pressure." Pony gave me a sad smile. "I know, it's just hard though," Pony said softly. "I wished you would've gotten to meet Johnny and Dally. Johnny would've loved your thoughtfulness and you would've bonded over home life. Dally would've loved you for your rebelliousness and how you tackled those stories." I smiled a little bit. "I'm sure he probably would've loved helping me break into William's office last year," I chuckled. Pony smiled. "He would've," Pony whispered. "Just to let you know," I said changing the subject. "I won't be able to come to practice this Friday. I'm going to go by the Tate house and see if I could take photos and canvas the area for interviews and thoughts." Pony stared at me in concern. "Are you sure that's wise?" Pony asked. I shrugged. "I should be fine," I said. "I highly doubt I'll be the only curious person over there." Pony just looked at me wearily, but didn't say anything else. "How was theater class today?" Pony tried joking to lighten the mood. I rolled my eyes. "I have to audition for the spring musical for my final grade," I moaned. "It's Peter Pan." Pony laughed. "That's hysterical," Pony said with laughter in his eyes. "Let me know when it is so I can come watch." I shook my head with a smile. "Will do," I grumbled.
Friday…
Today was the day that I got to go and check out Sharon Tate's house. It was as beautiful as the area. There were a few journalists still milling about, but not that many to my surprise. They might've gotten chased out by the cops. I had gotten through my lying by saying I lived in the area, and I made sure to dress in the cherry dress that Dorthy got for me last year to sell it. Surprisingly it worked. I was able to get pictures of outside the house. There were cops still milling about so, it was hard, but then I recognized one of the cops from one of the attacks that happened on me. I smirked to myself. What are the chances he would let me inside the house? I wondered to myself. I put on my best smile and walked up to the officer. "Good evening officer," I said fluttering my eyelashes. "Good morning ma'am," The office said. "Can I help you with something?" Then he did a double take. "Miss Cooper, what are you doing here? This is an active crime scene." I blushed. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor and let me see the house," I murmured. "It's for my law class. I need to learn more about how celebrity status affects crime scenes and investigations." The officer lifted his eyebrow at me, not sure if he believed me. Then he pushed the button on his walkie-talkie and called a detective. "You're clear to go. Let me show you around," the officer said. I fiddled with the tape recorder in my bag. "Is it ok if I record this?" I asked. "For my paper and on the record?" I fluttered my eyelashes again. The officer thought for a minute. "What's the harm?" The officer said. I was able to take some photos and ask questions about the Manson family what they think happened and the cultural significance and importance. It was really eye-opening. Before I knew it, it was time for me to leave.
When I stepped outside it was dark. I let out a little shudder because there weren't many street lamps out on the street. I slowly made my way down the road to my moped when I heard a rustling sound in the trees. I looked around and got out my flashlight and shined it into the trees. "Whose there?" I called trying to sound confident. I saw eyes shine back at me and a little high-pitched giggle. Then three people stepped out in hippie-looking clothes and they appeared dirty. They made my hair stand on end. "What do you want?" I asked. More high-pitched giggling occurred. "Just looking at the handy work," One murmured. My blood ran cold. This must be some of the Manson family. I knew I had to get out of here. I booked it. I knew I couldn't mention this to Pony. But this should be a good story.
By the time I made it home, with the developed photos, Pony was already home, showered, and was cooking grilled cheese and tomato soup. Comfort food was just what I needed. Pony raised an eyebrow at me when I came inside. "Why are you so dressed up?" He asked me. "I wanted to fit into the neighborhood," I sighed. "Plus one of the cops on the scene covered one of the attacks on me and he took pity on me and let me inside the house." Pony's jaw dropped open. "Is he supposed to do that?" Pony asked aghast. "Probably not, but too late for that," I said nonchalantly. "Look at the photos I got." Pony whistled when he saw them. "Those look great," Pony whispered. "But look at that house. It makes your grandmother's house look small." I nodded. My mind flashed back to seeing some of the Manson family at the scene. "What are you hiding Harley?" Pony asked in a concerned tone. Shit, he knows me too well. "Some of the Manson family might have shown up when I was leaving," I mumbled. Pony's eyes lit up in concern. "They didn't hurt you did they?" Pony asked with alarm. I shook my head. "I booked it out of there," I said. I took his face in my hands. "I'm fine, I promise," I said. Pony nodded but still looked me up and down. "I'm going to go change, then I'll be out for dinner." Pony nodded and turned back to the dinner.
When I came back out dinner was ready on the table. "Did you hear about those people that overdosed at Woodstock?" Pony asked me. My eyes widened. "I didn't," I mumbled through a mouthful. "That could be one of the aspects of my cultural article that I'm working on," I said thoughtfully. "Increase in psychedelics and other drugs, as well as the new wave of music." Pony rolled his eyes and chuckled. "You and your stories," Pony said with a sigh. "You're one to talk," I retorted. Pony rolled his eyes. "Touché," Pony chuckled.
Pony's POV:
Monday…
I looked forward to classes today but was also a little nervous. I had a poetry and prose class, and I wasn't well-versed in writing poetry. I've read it, but that was completely different from writing it. Plus, it was hard for me to read after Johnny died. I did enjoy my education courses, though. I think I could impact the middle school kids most because it is the most difficult year for students and teachers.
As I exited the bedroom dressed and ready to go, I could smell the mouth-watering scent of bacon, eggs, and cinnamon rolls—another special meal in a matter of weeks. But it was deserved since it was the first day of classes. I was running behind because I didn't want to get up, so Harley made me a to-go bag so I could eat during our shift at the library. We had to drive to campus, but it was a nice day so we took our mopeds. At least I didn't have to worry about coming across Socs that might try to run us off the road, unlike back home. "Thanks for the breakfast, Harley," I said as we walked into the library. "No problem," Harley said with a smile. "What classes do you have today?" I hesitated. "I have a creative writing workshop on storytelling, and a poetry course today." Harley nodded. "Those sound like fun," Harley said. I shrugged. "What about you?" I asked her. Harley let out a groan. "I have my theater class today, and my engaging diverse communities journalism course," Harley mumbled. I tried to stifle a chuckle. "I'm dreading theater. This caused me to lose it fully and laughed. "I'm sure you'll be fine." Harley shook her head. "I'm more looking forward to my journalism and pre-law courses," Harley said. I knew she didn't want to do this, but it would push her out of her comfort zone. "They're getting more specialized and I get more time with Dr. Greene and Dr. Lawrence." I nodded. I was glad that she was getting more involved in her schoolwork. "I'm starting to get more into the specialization of the education and my education," I said. "Have you thought about what you want to do?" Harley asked me. I hesitated. "I think I want to do English for middle school if I had my pick," Pony said hesitantly. As I said this, I saw Harley shuttered. My guess is she had a bad middle school experience like I did. "Why middle school?" Harley asked me with a thoughtful look. "Because you can make a difference there and most teachers give up at middle school," I said. "Especially the ones I had." Harley nodded like it made sense and she could relate. "It makes sense," Harley said.
As we walked into the library to help open the library Dorthy squealed when she saw us and hugged us. "My two favorite lovebirds!" Dorthy shrieked. "Good to see you too, Dorthy," Harley mumbled. Harley looked miserable when Dorthy hugged her and it caused me to chuckle. But to my dismay, she hugged me as well. "It's good to see your sweet face," Dorthy continued pinching my cheeks. Please just make her stop! "This is your senior year right?" I asked hopefully. Harley shot me a glare. What does she want me to think? Dorthy didn't have a concept of personal space. "Yep," Dorthy said. "Then you're looking at Miss Dorthy RN." I let out a sigh of relief. Thank God! "Let's start the semester at the library in a rockin' way dudes," I heard Gary say behind us. This was going to be a long shift.
As usual, Harley came to practice to watch me. I was honestly surprised she was still coming to practice. It took a lot of guts, especially since some of the team held a grudge from last year. But, some of the team still loved her and thought she was ballsy and cool.
At home, Harley was making dinner. I always loved her mac n' cheese. It was loads better than the green-dyed mess of mac n' cheese that Soda always made. "I kind of miss Marvin," Harley said to me. "Why?" I asked her. "He was a little odd." Harley shrugged. "He was always nice to me," Harley said nonchalantly. I couldn't understand how she could miss dining hall food. It's disgusting, but I guess Marvin's was better. He did give it that personal touch, which was better than nothing. "How were your classes today?" I looked up at Harley and smiled. "I think they'll be good," I said. "It will be interesting and fun to try my hand at poetry. But it kind of reminds me of Johnny and our time in Windrixville." Poetry was going to be better than I thought. It was fun, and I had started my homework of writing a poem that tied back to my personal life. Harley gave me a sad smile. "You know you can talk to me if you want," Harley said with a reassuring smile. "But no pressure." I gave her a sad smile back. I knew she caught on to that I was thinking of Johnny and Dally. "I know, it's just hard though," I said softly. "I wished you would've gotten to meet Johnny and Dally. Johnny would've loved your thoughtfulness and you would've bonded over home life. Dally would've loved you for your rebelliousness and how you tackled those stories." Even saying their names four years later still hurts. Harley smiled a little bit. "I'm sure he probably would've loved helping me break into William's office last year," Harley chuckled causing me to smile. "He would've," I whispered. "Just to let you know," Harley said changing the subject. Thank god she changed the subject. "I won't be able to come to practice this Friday. I'm going to go by the Tate house and see if I could take photos and canvas the area for interviews and thoughts." I stared at her in concern and shock. I couldn't believe she wanted to go there. She was being absurd. "Are you sure that's wise?" I asked. But of course, Harley shrugged like it was nothing. "I should be fine," Harley said. "I highly doubt I'll be the only curious person over there." I just looked at her wearily but didn't say anything else. I knew not to push. It never got me anywhere. She was stubborn like I was. "How was theater class today?" I tried joking to lighten the mood. Harley rolled her eyes. I cracked a smile because that was the reaction I was expecting. "I have to audition for the spring musical for my final grade," Harley moaned. "It's Peter Pan." I laughed. "That's hysterical," I said. "Let me know when it is so I can come watch." Harley shook her head with a smile. "Will do," Harley grumbled.
Before going to bed, I made sure to call the house. "Curtis house," Darry said on the other end. "Hey Dar," I said sleepily. "It's Pony." "Hey kiddo," Darry said. "How was your first day?" I rolled my eyes. Of course that was his first question. "It was good, Dar," I said sheepishly. "I had poetry today. It went better than I thought, but I keep thinking of Johnny and Darry when I do it." I heard Darry let out a sigh. "I know it must be hard for you buddy," Darry said. "Do you need to talk about it?" "I'm good, Dar," I said. "I already talked through it with Harley." "Good," Darry said. "But if you need a more personal conversation with someone who knew them like you did, I'm here." I smiled. "I appreciate it, Dar," I whispered. "Speaking of first days. How was yours?" I heard Darry let out a chuckle. "It went well," Darry said. "I think I met someone," I let out a gasp. "What's this special girl's name?" I asked in shock. "Her name is Lila," Darry said with a sigh. "She is my age and wants to attend physical therapy school as well." "That's great Dar," I said. "I'm glad you found someone." "Hold your horses," Darry said laughing. "I just met her. We were put on a group project together and it could just be a schoolyard crush." I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "You don't get schoolyard crushes, Dar," I said. "Cut it out Pone," Darry groaned on the other end. "It's late here, I'm going to go." "Have a good night, Dar," I said. I couldn't believe it. My big brother was smitten.
Friday…
During practice today, I couldn't help but think about Harley and her traipsing around the Sharon Tate house. I had a bad feeling about it. This worrying caused me to not have the best practice, and it showed. I didn't care, though. When I got home, I decided to call the house. I knew Soda would be home from work, so I called the house.
"This is Soda," I heard Soda answer. "Thank god you answered," I said. "What's up, honey?" Soda asked automatically adopting a concerned voice. "I'm just worried about Harley," I mumbled. Soda chuckled. Why does he think this is so funny? "What did she get herself into already?" Soda asked me trying to stifle his laughter. "She went to the Sharon Tate house to scope it out," I said with exasperation. "This isn't funny!" I shouted. Soda snorted. "I'm sorry, honey," Soda said. "But you don't know if anything bad is going to happen. I'm sure she's fine." I sighed. "You said that last time, and then she was left to die in a burning building." Soda let out a sigh. "I know," Soda said soothingly. "But you have to stop jumping to the last-case scenario." Soda had a point. "I'll try," I said. "How are are you doing?" Soda groaned. "I feel like I'm the only one without a girl," Soda whined. "Since when?" I asked. Soda hesitated. "Well, Steve still has Evie," Soda moaned. "Darry met the new girl Lila at school. Now Two-Bit has a date with Marcia, Cherry's friend." My jaw hit the floor. "Since when does Two-Bit have a date with Marcia?" I asked in surprise. "Since he was fixing a pipe in her apartment today," Soda scuffed. I chuckled. "It's not funny," Soda whined. "It's just that you're the one usually chased by girls," I said trying to hide a chuckle but failing. "Thanks, honey," Soda grumbled. "You're a real help." I sighed. "Sorry," I said. "Well, Dar just walked in from work, so I got to go," Soda sighed. "Talk to you later."
I started making dinner for tonight when Harley walked into the apartment looking frazzled. To my surprise though she was wearing the nice cherry-patterned dress that Dorthy got her last year. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Why are you so dressed up?" I asked Harley suspiciously. "I wanted to fit into the neighborhood," Harley said with a sigh like she was annoyed at me. Sorry for caring, I thought to myself. "Plus one of the cops on the scene covered one of the attacks on me and he took pity on me and let me inside the house." My jaw dropped open. No, she didn't. "Is he supposed to do that?" I asked aghast failing to hide my horror. "Probably not, but too late for that," Harley said nonchalantly pulling out a stack of photos. "Look at the photos I got." I whistled when I saw them. The scene looked bad, but these were good photos. "Those look great," I whispered. "But look at that house. It makes your grandmother's house look small." The house appeared huge and fantastical. True Hollywood. Harley nodded in agreement but then she seemed lost in troubled thoughts and scrunched up her face. "What are you hiding Harley?"
I asked in a concerned tone. I could see her hesitate, but think better of it. "Some of the Manson family might have shown up when I was leaving," Harley mumbled. My heart and stomach plummeted. "They didn't hurt you did they?" I asked with alarm. Harley shook her head and I let out a breath I was holding. "I booked it out of there," Harely said and she took my face in her hands. "I'm fine, I promise," Harley said soothingly. I nodded but still looked her up and down. "I'm going to change, then I'll be out for dinner." I nodded and turned back to the dinner.
When she came back out dinner was ready on the table. "Did you hear about those people that overdosed at Woodstock?" I asked Harley. Her eyes widened. "I didn't," Harley mumbled through a mouthful. I chuckled. She looked like Two-Bit when she did that. "That could be one of the aspects of my cultural article that I'm working on," Harley said thoughtfully. "Increase in psychedelics and other drugs, as well as the new wave of music." I rolled my eyes and chuckled—typical Harley. "You and your stories," I said with a sigh. "You're one to talk," Harley retorted. I rolled my eyes. "Touché," I chuckled.
Soda's POV:
Monday…
I was enjoying not having to balance school and work. The bump in position and the pay weren't so bad either. I just wish Darry wouldn't work himself too hard. He had done summer school and just turned in his application for physical therapy school at OU-Tulsa. He was really nervous about it. We had just finished dinner when Darry cleared his throat and looked at me, Steve, and Two-Bit. "I think I fell head over heels for someone," Darry mumbled. "What did you just say," I said disbelievingly. "What's her name?" Two-Bit asked wriggingly his eyebrows teasingly at Darry. "Superman's got himself a girl," Steve chided. Darry blushed. "She's not my girl," Darry moaned. "She'll soon be," I joked. "No one can resist the Curtis charm." Steve gave me a high five. Darry blushed even harder. "Her name is Lila," Darry said softly. "She has blonde hair down to her waist and baby-blue eyes. She's the same age as me and wants to be a physical therapist." I beamed at him. "Go for it, Dar," I chirped. Darry shook his head. "I don't know," Darry moaned. "Just go for it," I pushed. "You deserve some attention." Darry blushed. "We'll be your cheerleaders, Superman," Steve said with a shit-eating grin. We kept on egging on Darry late that night. Then the phone rang and Darry went to go and get it. Then he came back a few minutes later.
"Who was that?" I asked him sleepily. "It was Pony," Darry said with a yawn. Two-Bit and Steve had already turned in for the night. Mrs. Adams had pretty much done the same level of renovations at their house. New appliances, beds, mattresses, and everything in between. I just hoped it would stay clean. "How was Pony?" I asked him sleepily. "He was just down in the dumps," Darry said furrowing his eyebrows. "What's going on?" I asked in concern. Darry hesitated. "He had poetry class today and it reminded him of Johnny," Darry sighed. I ran my hand through my hair. "That's tough," I mumbled. "Will he be ok?" Darry nodded. "We talked it through and he talked about it with Harley," Darry said. "Let's get to bed, little buddy." I nodded but didn't protest it.
Friday…
Two-Bit came barging into the house closely followed by Steve who looked bewildered. "What's goin' on?" I asked sitting up on the couch. "Beats me?" Steve said grouchily. "Two?" I asked him hesitantly. Two-Bit puffed up his chest. "Guess who got himself a date today?" Two-Bit said cheekily and with a big smile. Steve and my jaw hit the floor. "Who is crazy enough to go on a date with you?" Steve asked incredulously. "Remember Cherry's friend, Marcia," Two said. "Her." I was wrong because I didn't think my jaw could hit the floor anymore. "Where did you run into her?" I asked in surprise. "I responded to a leak in her apartment today," Two-Bit said. "Then she asked me on a date." I shook my head in disbelief. "Don't screw it up," I said with a chuckle. "What alternate reality are we in? I'm the only one in the group that doesn't already have a girlfriend or a prospect of a girlfriend, just girls flirting." Steve rolled his eyes at me. "Maybe if you got serious," Steve said with a chuckle. I glared at him. But then the phone rang.
I walked to the phone to answer it. "This is Soda," I replied. "Thank god you answered," Pony said with exasperation. My blood went cold. Alarm bells started going off in my head. "What's up, honey?" I asked turning on my big brother's voice. "I'm just worried about Harley," Pony mumbled. I chuckled. It always had something to do with Harley. That girl is going to be the death of him. But she was good for him. "What did she get herself into already?" I asked trying to stifle laughter. "She went to the Sharon Tate house to scope it out," Piony exasperatedly said. "This isn't funny!" I snorted. I couldn't help myself "I'm sorry, honey," I said. "But you don't know if anything bad is going to happen. I'm sure she's fine." Pony sighed annoyed. "You said that last time, and then she was left to die in a burning building." It was my turn to let out a sigh. "I know," I said trying to soothe Pony. "But you have to stop jumping to the last-case scenario." "I'll try," Pony relented. "How are are you doing?" I groaned. Of course, he turned the conversation around. "I feel like I'm the only one without a girl," I whined. I couldn't help myself "Since when?" Pony asked in confusion. I hesitated. I shouldn't have said that. "Well, Steve still has Evie," I moaned. "Darry met the new girl Lila at school. Now Two-Bit has a date with Marcia, Cherry's friend." I heard shocked silence on the other end. "Since when does Two-Bit have a date with Marcia?" Pony asked in surprise. "Since he was fixing a pipe in her apartment today," I scuffed. Pony chuckled. "It's not funny," I whined this time. "It's just that you're the one usually chased by girls," Pony said trying to hide a chuckle but failing. "Thanks, honey," I grumbled. "You're a real help." Pony sighed. "Sorry," Pony said. Then I saw Darry walk into the house from work. "Well, Dar just walked in from work, so I got to go," Soda sighed. "Talk to you later."
"Hey Dar," I called to him. "Two-Bit got some exciting news!" Darry raised his eyebrows at me. "What is it?" Darry asked turning to Two-Bit. "I've got a date with Marcia, Cherry's friend," Two-Bit said cheekily. Darry's mouth hit the floor. I chuckled. We all had the same reaction. It was priceless.