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I woke up to pots and pans banging around in the kitchen. I had gotten home late last night and I went straight to sleep without even changing out of my clothes. I went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Keiths house was nice, Soda had explained that he lived here alone but our rich aunt paid for almost everything in the house. She lived somewhere on the coast of California but would send money for bills every month. After hearing about me moving in, she had made arrangements to come down in a few weeks so she could meet me.

I got out of the shower and walked into the kitchen where I saw the giant mess that was everywhere. Flour was on the counters and the floor and there was pancake batter everywhere, even dripping from the ceiling. Keith was in the middle of it all trying to clean things up but he was just making it worse. I laughed a bit which made Keith look up and look my way.

"I figured I would make you a nice breakfast for your first day here but then I realized halfway through that I... don't know how to cook." He gave me a small smile and gestured to the flour and batter everywhere.

"Hey, it's ok. Let's just go somewhere else for breakfast. We can deal with this later." I laughed a bit. It was sweet of him to try but I could tell that even if he ended up making something somewhat edible, it wouldn't taste very good.

Keith agreed and we decided that we would head over to the Curtis' house to see if they had anything left over from breakfast. I felt like pointing out the fact that we were racing against 6 teenage boys with the appetite to eat an entire country but decided against it when I realized the alternative was trying to eat something Keith had cooked.

We arrived at the Curtis' and Keith practically jumped out of the car as soon as it was in park. I got out after him and walked up to the front door which had been thrown open by Keith. I could already hear the boys before I even got to the front steps. I walked in and could tell that almost everyone was already there.

Keith had already sprawled himself across the couch with a plate of eggs on his lap and Mickey Mouse was on the TV. Darry was in his chair reading the newspaper, Soda was sitting on the floor across from Steve and they were having an arm wrestle on the coffee table. Johnny was sitting at the counter waiting for Ponyboy who was rushing to get his things for school and Dallas was nowhere to be seen.

"Darry, who's taking me to school?!" Ponyboy yelled from the kitchen.

"Not me. I gotta head to work. They need me to work extra shifts today." Soda yelled back from the floor.

"I can take you pony, as long as Keith's ok with that." I said. I still wanted some breakfast so any excuse to drive into town for something was worth it.

"No way in- can you even drive?" Keith sat up, almost making his plate of eggs fly all over the floor.

"Yeah. I have my license. I feel like I'm not the one we need to be worried about. I don't think I've ever seen you drive anywhere near the speed limit." I fired back at him. Smirking as he rolled his eyes and tossed me the keys.

Johnny followed me out to the car while Pony had to stop and fix his shoes which he put on the wrong feet. Johnny sat shotgun and we cleared room in the backseat for Ponyboy.

"Hey Keira..." Johnny said looking out the window at the house.

"Yeah?" I turned in my seat to face him.

"What's it like living with Keith? I mean he's pretty fun around the house and I know he has his own house, it just must be nice to have some freedom like that right?" He turned to look at me and his eyes looked even sadder than before, which I didn't think was possible.

"It's fun. You know, this morning, he wanted to make me a nice breakfast. So he tried making pancakes, but I got in there and there was batter everywhere. Even on the ceiling and trust me, I did not want to know how it got there." Johnny laughed at this, the first genuine laugh I'd seen from him, and soon I was laughing too.

"That sounds pretty great." Johnny sighed with a sad smile.

"Yeah.. it is."