The Outsiders; A Life On The Outside. (A Soda and Dally Love Story)

Chapter Two

The sun broke through the window in bright, shiny, rays. That was the weirdest dream I've ever had... I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. The double bed was still there, as was the chair in the corner of the room. Oh! Not a dream... I stood and shuffled into the kitchen. Through my blurry vision Darry's muscular body was standing in front of the cheap, crappy stove. "Shit!" I whispered then ducked into the bathroom. I was not letting him see me like this. I stared at myself in the mirror. I fixed my ponytail and brushed my curls with my fingers. Turning on the tap I scooped up some water in my hands and ran it over my face. "You know there's some face cloths next to you, right?" Said a naked Sodapop, as he climbed out of the shower. I turned around and gasped then whirled away. "Shit dude!" He laughed. "Put on some fucking clothes! Or a towel!" I yelped. Soda laughed unexplainable sexy laugh. I scooted out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. "Hey." Darry greeted. "You were a huge hit last night." He added, whispering. "Thanks," I giggled. "Why are we whispering?" I whispered back. He nudged his head towards a snoring lump on the couch. "He didn't leave last night." Darry laughed. "I'll have to beat the tar outta him." "No!" I quickly interjected. Darry looked up startled. Dally's snoring was interrupted, then went back to its low rumble. "What's wrong with you?" Darry raised an eyebrow. "I-I-I don't know." I pressed a hand to my forehead and walked back into the bedroom. Grabbing the edge of the blankets sheets she pulled them up. Soda entered, with his towel on. There was a teeny weeny bit of disappointment that he wasn't naked. "Sorry 'bout that." He chuckled. "It's okay. You have...a...uh...nice..." I waved my hand towards his junk area. He looked down and laughed. I shook my head. "I don't even know where I'm going with this..." I murmured. "Ha-ha, it's okay." He continued to laugh at me. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Cleaning. You know what cleaning is right?" I snapped sarcastically. "Yeah, but we've never done it before." He mumbled. I gaped at him. "Holy shit. Well, listen. You do want you want this afternoon, and I'm going to clean your house."

"Really?"

"I've got nothing better to do..."

"Hang out with us." He offered. I pouted. "I wanna clean." I wined. "Okay!"

Later that afternoon, I was ready to clean! I started with Ponyboy and Sodapop's room. I made the bed, picked up the clothes, swept the floor, cleaned out from under their bed and in their closet, and re-stacked all Pony's books. It wasn't easy! I did the same thing to Darry's room. I cleaned out the shower, toilet, and sink as best as I could with the limited materials I had. I finished off by scrubbing the stove, and fridge, cleaning the food off the rug and washed down the windows. When the boys came home around five, they stared in disbelief of what I've done. "My, my..." Darry started but couldn't finish. Pony went to his room. "My books! In alphabetical order too!" He ran out and wrapped his arms around me. "You're amazing!" "Aw, thanks kiddo." Dally entered behind him rubbing his head. "Hey." I said softly. He opened one eye. "Hey." He mumbled. "You don't look too good." I rushed over to him while Soda, Pony, and Darry walked around the house as if they'd never been here before. I held his hand and brought him to Soda's bed. He lay down. "Are you okay?" I asked. I sat next to him. "Let me get you some ice." I rushed out to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of ice wrapped in a cloth. Dally lay in the middle of the bed. I swung one leg over him and the other on the other side. I sat on his...erhm...downtown area. I held the bag genitally on his forehead. I leaned over him and placed my lips on his forehead. "Oh, you're burning up! What happened to you?" Soda walked in. "Whoa..."

"Oh, Soda, no! He's just sick." Soda nodded. He came and sat next to us. "What's wrong with Dal?" A tiny voice asked. Johnny poked his face into the room along with Pony's square face next to him. "He's sick. No more visitors!" I said shooing Pony, Johnny, and Soda out. "Liddy..." Dally whispered. "Yeah Dal?" I said getting off him and sitting next to him. "Why do you care," he swallowed. "So much?"