The Adventures Of Horseman and Petite Boy

So in total honesty I have to admit that I miss hanging out with my weird siblings and taking into consideration everything that has happened, I had barely had enough time to see them. So, yesterday I kidnapped him and made them my personal slave entertainers. All except Darry, that prefers hanging out with his new girlfriend or whatever than spend time with us 'kids'. So anyway, it was a Soda, Kitty, Ponyboy day. After Darry left at God knows what forsaken hour, we had breakfast. Any guess? The usual chocolate cake. I mean really, don't you guys know how to make something else? So much chocolate makes you sick. But whatever, I ate it today for their sake, especially since Soda thought it would be funny to make it based on Kitkat chocolate to give it a touch of flavour. -.- I swear, those two eat like pigs! I had just eaten one piece and they where fighting themselves for half the cake. It's disgusting. I made them wash the dishes and clean up because I didn't feel like doing chores. Nah huh. After that we hanged out around town talking. We where debating to whether go to the movies or go to a rodeo. Pony said he didn't trust Soda with a movie because he can't sit still and I completely agree. However, Soda said he wanted to go to a rodeo but Ponyboy was afraid of the oxen so he would probably get traumatized from the expirence. While I... What did Kitty want to do that no one had the decency of asking? Kitty wanted to play football. A simple game of football.

Ponyboy had to race back to the house to get the ball while we walked towards the lot and meet him there. "So, is Ponyboy really afraid of oxen?" I asked my brother. Soda grinned. "Yeah, when he was thirteen I took him to a rodeo. It was his turn and he thought he was playing with a horse, not an ox, so he got the scare of his life." I laughed. I know I shouldn't laugh but I laughed. Brookie, your boyfriend is afraid of cows. Haha! We arrived at the lot and waited patiently for Ponyboy. I was walking in circles until someone was daring enough to tackle me while I was distracted. "Ponyboy Michael Curtis!" I said and raced him around the field. At first I was determined to catch him but then I decided it was far more productive to run for the ball and get started. Between Pony and Soda, they passed the ball to each other, thinking it would be funny to play that game where the middle one is not supposed to catch the ball and etc. They, of course forgot I was taller than them, and so I just had to stand in front of the shortie (Ponyboy) and catch it while it was being tossed to him. Of course with the impact the ball made into my hands, I lost some balance and fell on top of my younger brother. "Ha! That's karma for you little buddy." I said.

It was around five when we decided to get home and get something to eat. Katie had been kidnapped by Dawn and Jelly and will not come back but until tomorrow morning. Thanks guys for not inviting me to the sleepover. But anyway, as soon as the boys got in, they both sat on the floor and watched TV. "So who is going to make dinner?" I asked. They said something along the lines of "I'm going." only more uncomprehensible and based on mumbles. "Ok. Fine. I'll go make something." I said. Soda stood up quickly, blocking my way to the kitchen. "I'll make dinner. You go sit down." He said. "Fair enough." I smiled pleasingly. Yes, I always take my faults to my advantage. There was some romantic comedy on but by the time Soda arrived with green spaghetti and blue meatballs, the movie had ended, so they flicked the channel. I'm not sure what movie it was, but it had me head over heels terrified. I abrubtly hate scary movies! I swear I wouldn't mind if they dissapeared from the face of planet. I was curdled up in a ball trying to think happy thoughts while my brothers just ate like nothing was happening. Once they where finished eating and I was in the wreck of a nervous attack, they decided to scare me more! I have never screamed so stupidly in my life. I'm going to get them. I don't know what they saw in my face but they got tired of it and we just cuddled together in a ball and Soda rubbed my shoulder to calm me down while I had my fingers over my face and hesitating deeply. I couldn't even eat!

After the movie ended, none of us moved. We just stayed together, hugging and cuddling with each other like old times. It felt nice. Darry, next time I'm kidnapping you too. Brother, you where missing in the picture! I felt happy to be in my brothers' arms and soon enough we felt asleep. Together.

Sugar And Spice And Everything Nice

Today had to be a happy day. It just had. I was done with the whole depressing and sad bullshit. I needed reckless at the point of stupidity time. So I didn't hang around the hospital today because a)hospitals still give me the creeps, too many blood and needles. And b)Soda was making me depress. I went over to Dawn's place and kidnapped her. I needed some time with my beffers and it's been a while since the two of us really hanged out. As in her and me, without you crazy people tagging along. We hot wired a red mustang and we drove around town, no real destination.

Well, no real destination until it occurred to me what we could do. So many of you don't know this but I am a drag racer and has been ever since I was fourteen and my dad taught me how to drive. It was our secret. Between him and me. We did it behind everyone's backs and he would encourage me every time there was a race. This is why when Soda officially taught me, after dad passed away, I was so good. So anyway. I decided it was time for Dawn to know and maybe the rest of you. I am starting to let go of secrets because they are slowly tearing my heart and that's not healthy. She didn't seem to notice but until we left Tulsa and drive to the country side. "Where are we going?" She asked. "Everywhere and no where". I said trying to avoid a direct answer. When we got to the place where all the races took place, Dawn looked at me with surprise. "You? A drag racer? You keep surprising me more." She said. I parked the car without answering and went to look for Tim and Buck who are part of my team. Here socs and greasers are equal. No one fights. No one dares fight. Because the dude (that's over sixty years old) that organizes this shit will kick them out and never allow them back again. This old guy has been doing this since he was in high school! My dad was actually a racer of his. It is a warm feeling. Makes me feel more close to dad here.

"Hey Kittykins!" Tim said when he saw me. He spotted Dawn and eyed me coolly. "You finally let if off your chest." He said. I winked and walked over to Buck. "So, who is racing today?" I asked. It was cute, the way Dawn just stood there not really knowing what to do. Buck took out a piece of paper and eyed it quickly. "Well it's you against..." He smiled crookedly. He turned to look at me. "You're going to love this. You race against Mr. Super Soc." He said. Standing across from us was no one else but Bob. He was standing next to a yellow mustang that appeared to be his. How many cars does the freaking boy have???? My smile slowly fade. "Don't start shit Kittykins." Tim said. "Or our best racer will be lost forever." I smiled at him. "Oh but I plan to do something better. I'm going to win him at his own game. Maybe trash his car a bit or so." I said. Tim and Buck highed four me and I went to get the mustang ready. Dawn followed me like a little puppy. "You can't possibly be serious. You're actually going to race against him?" She said with actual concern. Oh my. I smiled at her as I got inside the car and started it. "Yep and get in, I don't want you to miss this." Hesitating, Dawn got in the back seat and I drove to the start line. Tim and Buck where cheering from the side, as well as other greasers. I eyed Bob coolly. Fire burned my eyes and rage took over.

Ready. Set. Go. I hit the gas as strong as I could and the car reacted violently pulling itself forward. Dawn held herself to whatever she could so she wouldn't get hit by anything. The speed meter kept going up and up. "You need to change gears." Dawn said. "I know." "Then slow down." She said. I smiled confidently. I don't do slow down to change gears. I actually accelerate to do so. "What the fuck???" Dawn said. "Dawn shut up. You're distracting me." Poor girl was pale. I rolled my eyes. I remembered my first time. Bob was in front of me. I hit the gas more powerfully, pulling to the side and hitting his blind point. We bumped each other constantly, until I manage with the same bumping to leave him behind. I moved from side to side, blocking any possible way for him to pass me. The curve was getting closer. Dawn gulped and I speed even more. Bob was getting near. I acted quickly. He was coming from my right side, and before taking the curve, I slowed down almost to a stop, causing the car to bump into Bob's pushing his into a tree. I smiled and hit the gas violently. The car went faster and faster. Finish line was seconds away. One, two, three. There went Bob's victory.

I stopped the car and got cheerings from the greasers. When I turned to look at Dawn, she was freaking pale and gasping for her life. "Don't. You. Ever! Do. That. Again!" She said between gasps. I smiled innocently and laughed. Poor Dawn. The rest of the evening we partied with the rest of the greasers, celebrating our victory (and kicking Bob's fat ass). I'm going to bring each of you here and force you into the back seat. Oh yeah! It would be so much fun!

A Glass Splinter Making Its Way Into Your Heart

I did something bad today. Something that I know I shouldn't have done. I didn't kill anyone, if that is what you're thinking. I would never do anything like that. Murder is a violation to nature. But I did something that I was told not to by my better judgement.

I have spend the last three days in the hospital. Only going out for school or when I really really need to be home. It's killing me. Soda has not smiled, or eaten, or slept in this three days and it's worrying. Katie has been crying herself out to the point where no more tears are to be expected. I feel horrible. They are crushed and broken. I hate this. I hate it with all my being. It hurts. Not just in the heart. It's a soul hurt. A real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart-pain. And I wonder, what did we do to deserve this? I would trade everything to make this pain go away. Even my own life. Katie has been sleeping most of the time, but she even cries in her sleep. It's just been Sodapop and me, and every once in a while someone from the gang. I need to be there for them. I know it's not my fault but I feel like in some part it is. Because I wasn't pleased with the idea of them having a baby in the first place. I didn't like it. I wanted it to go away. But then, I started to like it and I got exited when we named the baby and I wanted Snow to be born already so I could spend endless hours of pure fun and be the best godmother I could be. And it's gone. And I want revenge. I want Bob to suffer. I want to take something from him just like he did to my brother and sister. I want him to be sorry for the rest of his life.

Today I couldn't take it anymore. After Steve and Two-Bit came over to be with Soda, I rushed off. Anywhere would be good. I walked around town for a while, cursing and kicking stuff like there was no tomorrow. When I reached the South Side and found myself in front of Bob's home, I decided it ends tonight. I hot-wired his car and out of anger and frustration, I crashed it into the house. It was stupid and totally dangerous. But I wanted so badly to take something away from him. To hit him where it hurted the most. I wanted pain from him. The speed at which the car was going made the impact worst. The glass broke and the motor shut down. I cried when I saw myself in the mirror withing scars and scratchs. And I rushed out of there. I watched from far as the police came and the family stood there. I saw Bob's face and I didn't feel any better. I felt worst. Nothing I ever do will make him feel the way I do. Nothing. And I hate it.

It's all over town. Socs versus Greasers. It's war.

Revenge Is Sweet And Not Fattening

As you may know last week's Friday, Sodapop throught it would be funny to have his new friend Dimitri give me a lap dance. I am not going to lie, I did like it but it was kind of awkward and embarassing. So that night, instead of going to bed angry, I decided to stay awake and plot my revenge.

So, last Friday I decided to take into action my plan. Steve and Soda had asked for the day off because they were going to a rodeo all day. There was a special event or something. The point is, they weren't coming home till late. So I told the girls about my plan, including Katie because otherwise it wouldn't look good on Sodapop and will probably end up in something bad and I didn't want to cause any pain to Katie. Sodapop could suck it. Anyway, the plan was, I was gonna get dressed like Sodapop and pretend to be him. I put on a pair of his old jeans. I always borrow his, since Pony's are way too short and Darry's are too damn big. Soda is more or less my height, maybe a little bit small but he'll grow someday....hopefully. I had to cover my breasts with bubblewrap so it would be flat and not raise suspicion. It was actually pretty funny. And then I put on a DX shirt. The next step was my hair and feminine features. We went to a beauty saloon but the girl that greeted us was really rude to us. That was until I told her why I needed her help. After she heard that I was trying to get back at my big brother, she smiled and agreed. She said she had older siblings too and what she would give to have gotten back at them only once. I thank God for making me charismatic.

She took us to the back and helped me become a man. She greased a wig and hid all my long hair in it. She placed on some sidebuns and put make-up on my face. When she was done, I looked almost exactly like Sodapop. It was freaky how much we looked alike, considering we are not twins or anything. She asked me if I could take a picture with her because I looked like a hot guy. I laughed and agreed and also promised I would come and tell her how it went. It's amazing the miracles make-up can do.

So after that, Blair and Carson walked with me to the DX. I told the manager I had come back to work and that I was feeling fine now. He believed me. Sucker. So anyway, just as usual, being Soda there, a bunch of girls came over and started flirting with me. I would have liked it of course if they had been boys but it was part of the plan so I just went along with it. A bunch of girls gave me their numbers and with several others, I agreed to go on dates that day. I got off work very early and went home to change. Since Pony was there, I sneaked through Soda and his window and got a clean shirt. I stared at myself for a moment. I could easily pass as a guy.

Long story short. With some girls I flirt, with others I kissed (has awkward and ew written all over it), with some I cuddle, etc. The more, the best for me and the worst for Soda. That night, I got home really late and had to change at Dawn's so none of the guys will know. The next day I followed Soda to work and when he got there, there was a bunch of girls waiting for him, bunch of angry girls that felt cheated. Poor Soda was chased all over town and Blair, Carson, Jelly, Dawn and I were laughing our heads off. We followed them and Soda ran into the house scared out of his mind. Inside, Katie was talking with some other girls and poor Soda got slap in the face several times. ROTFLMFAO!

The lesson learned today Soda is: Don't play games with a girl that can play better.