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If you asked me a week ago who my best buddy was, I totally would've said Ponyboy Curtis. But now, Ponyboy Curtis MY. ASS.
It all started last week when it was just me, him and basically everyone but Darry. We were having a sleepover but Darry was gonna do some more work before he came to join us. I was on the couch with Pony of course with my arm snaked around his shoulders and staring at Steve. I mean, can you blame me? I was peanut butter and jealous of his greasy hair! Who else can cook eggs for an army with just hair grease alone?
"What the fuck you lookin at Jahnny?" I could have flew out of my own skin in that moment. I jumped a little and looked to Dally. He was pissed. And by that I mean he pissed himself hahahaha just kidding! What!? Anyway, his brows furrowed together like some creature possessed his forehead, judging my eyes for dare looking at Steve.
I felt the silence of the room pricking my face as it burned from some kind of embarrassment. Blast it. Dally should really shut the fuck up sometime. He always thinks we give a fuck about him but we really don't. Not even sure how he got that idea anyway.
Anyhow, I said, "Just...Steve's hair." I shifted awkwardly and looked down in my lap before continuing. "I mean, ol' Soda looks at him all the time and you don't ever say nothin'."
Now it was Soda's turn to jump. "What? I don't look at Steve!"But he was blushing and all so we knew his ass was lying. I can't talk though. My ass lies too. Why do you think the gang calls me Johnnycake? It's my hips that don't lie.
Steve's eyes slid to Soda with heavy with betrayal. "You don't?" He asked. Gayass. Can't even have a normal day with the gang because of Steve. He always has something to share. With his bigass nose. Probably has its own area code. Thats the last time I'll care about his hair. Ask Soda to care, see what he says.
"Well, I'm just joshin' with you, Jahnnycakes. You know I'm just a chill guy." Dally finally said after some silence. I would've said, "Bitch the name's Johnny not Jahnny you stupid towhead." But I couldn't ignore Two-Bit's smile on his face. We all snapped to face him. "NO!" We all yelled. But it was too late.
Now Two-Bit spawned a whole ass piano and started playing the chill guy song. Damn Two-Bit. He I really hate when that happens, don't you? How hard is it to have a little control every once in a while. Is it TWO much to ask?? Haha. You got that joke, right?
"See what you did, Dallas? See what you did?" Steve rolled his eyes, taking a huffy breath. "I need a cancer stick." I almost swear I saw his glare soften as he looked further down Soda. But I didn't wanna assume anything. Makes an ass out of you and me.
"Let's head out then, Stevie." And then the two gays left outside for d/sticks.
So that left me, Pony, Dally and Two-Bit.
"If you're gonna play that piano, can you at least play some good shit?" Dally asked, kicking his legs up on the table. "Not something from two years ago."
"Darry said not to put your feet on the table." Ponyboy said.
Dally gave him a look. "Darry also said your folks would be back after getting that blasted frosting from the store for his birthday."
Ponyboy's face turned pink. He kind of looked like a slice of baloney but I didn't say it. "NO." He said the same way he might have if he were called thirteen in some abandoned church. Not sure how I came up with that. Could just be a bit of a hunch.
"You wanna see what happens when you go to a store?" Me and Dally both shot him a look that time. One that said, "Ho what?" Like what was he even talking about? Why would it ever be bad if Dally went to a store????
I inched closer to him. "It's alright Horsey. You go back to neighing." But then Ponyboy started neighing and whinnying like crazy. I almost slapped the backside of his head, like I didn't mean litterally you stupid almost-there ginger bitch.
But not too long after, Darry came in with Steve and Sodapop bounding behind him.
"Everybody, guess what I go-," He started with a proud smile on his face. Then his complexion turned upside down. "Two-Bit what the hell did I say to you the last time you brought a BLASTED PIANO IN MY HOUSE?"
"Darry, shut up! You're gonna wake up the kids." Two-Bit said.
Darry raised an eyebrow. "What kids?"
"Our kids." Two-Bit smirked like he said anything smart. It'd be a real miracle if he did because his dumbnuts is looking to be a super duper senior.
Darry went quiet for a minute but then said, "I got us a star projector. Since Pony and Johnnycakes love to see the stars and shit."
"Aw, thanks Darry, man." I said. I love to see the stars and shit.
"Ew no." Dally whined. "Star projectors are for badly built bleach blond bad breath budussy pussies. Not someone tuff like us greasers."
"Ho shut up." Everyone said in union. So he did.
And from here, you would think things would go well for the sleepover. But no. Of course not. Not when you're friends with Ponyboy Micheal Curtis. Just you wait.