Two Words: Par and Tay

So after long hours of having Ponyboy over our heads, Sodapop and I finally manage to get things ready in such a short time. The next time you want to throw a party Ponyboy, tell me at least 24 hours in advance. Its's not that I can't get one done in short notice, I'd never doubt my abilities, but I mean, I can do much more with a little bit more time. But still, I was happy with what I, excuse me, we had accomplish. We had Two-Bit take Darry away from the house. I didn't really see the point in doing so, since he already knew what we were up to, but Soda insisted that it would be way better if Darry was away and then come home to find the 'surprise'. What did they do? I have no idea and for some reason, knowing Two-Bit, I don't want to find out. All that I know is that none of them came back drunk for the party; which is very unusual for Two-Bit, but I guess he was just waiting for the party so he could get drunk in peace.

The party started at 10. It could have started earlier but as I said, I didn't have much time *turns to look at someone*. The gang arrived no later than ten minutes after the given hour. I know, I know, you just can't wait for a good party. Everyone brought something to add. Brooke brought some cookies, which Ponyboy kept on whinning that they make people fat, Steve brought some cokes, Two-Bit brought himself, Dally brought beer!!! Yay! And I Blair and Jamie brought bad news. Apparently their mother and aunt had been arrested this morning. That was pretty bad shit. I knew exactly how they must be feeling. My parents weren't in jail, but they were dead and away. And we had to deal with some fucking stuff about if we had to stay in orphanages or kids homes. I offered them to stay with me and the boys. I had always wanted another girl in the house, since living in a house full of boys you get to know the other gender REALLY well, and I mean REALLY REALLY well. But they said no. Apparently they didn't have the heart to add another kid to Darry's care, but the real reason why was because Dally had asked Blair to move in with him. Drum roll please.

We had to disscuss that for around 45 minutes, trying to convince the girls it wasn't the end of the world. Two-Bit, well, let's just say that he'd been through some even more shitty stuff before. So finally, Blair was going to stay with Dally, Jamie with Brooklyn's aunt and uncle, and Two-Bit could do whatever he wanted. There was a uncomfortable silence at the end of the conversation. Kind of when there is a thin line hanging on top of you of sadness and hatred for the world. So I got up, turned the music up, and convinced the girls that there was no better way to get cheered up than a party at the Curtis'. So we dance and chat and played and drink and did all kinds of stuff. At some point, Blair was going on and on and on about playing seven minutes in heaven. I was like what the fuck, you're going to move in with Dally and have all the minutes you want with him doing you know what, so let's leave it like that. The real reason was, well, they were 12 of us, so there was a 70% chance that I could end up with either a girl or one of my brothers. Yeah, not pretty. So we let that be, although Two-Bit promised that we would do that another time. God help me.

As for me, you can just imagine what I kept on doing. Well, no one asked Dally to bring beer. Well, I did, but that's not the point, he could have as well ignored me. Right? ... So I don't remember what happened next and knowing me I don't think it was pretty. If you are all really good friends you won't help me remember. Yeah, like that's gonna happen. Sigh. Just make it as painfree as possible.