I walked out the hospital in the freezing air. I felt like I was just bitch slapped by frosty the snowman. I shivered from the cold, and the thought of Dallas going to that rumble. He was in no condition to fight. He might even have the cops called on him, if he pulls that knife on the nurse.
I shook my head and looked around. I saw a Soc nod at me and wink. I sent him a rude gesture.
I put my hands in my jean pockets and decided that I should head over to the Curtis house. I really didn’t want to go anywhere else. My house wasn’t exactly the most exciting place. Plus, when the boys get to the house after the rumble, there are gonna be things that need bandages.
I headed up to the door and entered the house. There was so much happening.
I rolled my eyes at all the activity and planted myself on the couch. Two-Bit walked up to me and opened a beer. “Dally gonna go to the rumble?” He asked, taking a swing.
I nodded and sucked my teeth. “Ain’t nothing gonna change his mind. He’s set.” I said shaking my head. “He really shouldn’t be doing it.”
Two-Bit burped. “He’s gotta do it for Johnny. Kat, face it. He’s a goner.” He said dryly. He took another swing.
I leaned back. “I know. I came to terms with that a long time ago.” I said looking down at my lap. “It’s a shame. He’s so young.” I said softly.
Two-Bit patted my shoulder. “It sure as hell is.”
I sighed heavily.
I walked over to Sodapop and Steve, Steve was throwing cards at Soda. I sat down next to Soda and laughed.
“Hey Soda, when’d you start shaving?” Ponyboy asked, looking at his chin in the mirror.
“When I was fifteen.” He said, catching the cards being thrown at him.
“When’d Darry?” Pony asked.
“When he was 13. You planning on growing a beard for the rumble?” Soda asked chucking, still getting cards pelted at him.
Ponyboy walked out, and Steve and Sodapop started to arm wrestle. Soda was struggling, his face turning red. “Do you like to fight?” Pony asked, pressing a few keys on the piano.
“Yeah I like to fight.” Soda grunted, trying to win.
“How come?” Pony asked, turning around.
“It’s a contest. It’s like a drag race or a dance or somthin.” Soda said, his face turning a deep red.
“We’ll beat the Soc’s heads in.” Steve also grunted. He put all his weight in his arm. “When I get in a fight, I want to stomp. I like it too.” Steve gave a great push, and Soda gave in, letting out a huge sigh.
Ponyboy turned to Darry and asked why he likes fights. I immediately lost interest, I really don’t like fights, myself. Never been in one, but it doesn’t look fun.
I lost my train of thought when I felt someone shaking me. “Kat!” Sodapop screamed.
I looked up at him, with a startled look on my face. Hm?
“You have to stay here. We’ll need you when we get back, alright?” Soda asked, his hands on my shoulders.
I nodded.
He smiled and ruffled my hair. They all ran out screaming and whooping. I stood out the door and watched them do back flips on the car. They walked off, pulling and pushing each other. I laughed and shook my head. They sure did like fights.
