Dallas Winston Has A Sister? (Outsiders Fanfic)

What Kind Of A Game Is This?

        I came outside to see what all the noise was about.  Apparently, the guys had invented a new game.  Soda was standing on a ladder, he was supposed to be helping Darry fix a new leak in the roof, but instead he was holding a broom.  Like a baseball bat, and then Two-Bit threw a soccer ball at him, which he hit.  It landed on the ground and rolled near me before Pony had a chance to kick it.  With a well-placed drop kick, I sent the ball flying through the air, and then it smacked Steve, the goalie, right in the head before bouncing off and clanging into the back of the Curtis's pick-up truck.

        "Goal!" I shouted, and everyone cheered, except for Steve.  He looked mad, and with a growl he started chasing me around the yard.

        I ran around back and grabbed the nearest weapon I could find, which happened to be the hose that Darry was holding, and then sprayed water in Steve's face. But then Darry started trying to grab the hose back from me, and I was spinning around trying to keep it out of Darry's reach and continue spraying Steve, and I ended up soaking Johnny.  He got an unusual devilish grin on his face and then teamed up with Pony, who was squirting water bottles at us.

        It was icy cold water and the weather was not ideal to be running around dripping wet, but it wasn't long before Soda, Two-Bit, and Dally joined in.  Less than a half hour later, we were all soaking wet and shivering and we sloshed in the house to warm up.

        I would have still had the hose, but Johnny snuck behind my back and turned it off, and then unattached the hose, so me and Two-Bit lost.  Dally and Soda were the next to lose their weapon of mud when Steve and Darry chased them around to the front of the house where everything wasn't all wet, but by then Johnny and Pony had run out of water in their bottles, so Steve and Darry unofficially won.  That was no surprise though, Darry is the biggest and Steve was still the maddest at me for kicking a soccer ball at his head.

        We all wrapped up in blankets, not even bothering to take off our wet dirty clothes, and then Darry made hot chocolate and was all sat around watching Mickey Mouse on T.V.