Outsiders Short Stories and Spoofs +Some

Revenge

(Continued from "I hate you.")

(Steve's POV)

Two-Bit ran back into the Curtis house about 20 minutes later after running off with the embarrassing pictures to show Evie. "Did you find her?" Pony asked getting up, grinning like an idiot.

"Oh, yeah, I found her alright," Two-Bit looked at me, "she told me to inform you, Stevie, that you ain't living those pictures down.

I groan, they start laughing.

"Hey, Pony, come're for a minute!" Soda calls from his and Ponyboy's room.

Pony walked down the hall to their rooms "Whatta need, Soda?"

"There's a box in the attic labelled: socks, could you get it down for me?"

That's when the wheels in my head start turning.  I get up from the couch and head into the kitchen.

(Pony's POV)

"Why do we have a box labelled socks?"

"There was a sale at a store a couple years ago, mom decided to stock (See what I did there? Socks= STOCKings No? Okay I'll stop.) up."

"Where was I during all of this?"

"I dunno, just go get the box."

"Okay, I'm goin', I'm goin'."

I leave the room and go a bit farther down the hall to the entrance of the attic. "Two-Bit, can you pull down the ladder for me!"

"Sure, kid!"

(Steve's POV)

"Sure, kid!" I turn and look into the living room and Two-Bit's just heading down the hall. Perfect.
I grab a kitchen towel and head down the hall.

Two-Bit's gone into the brothers' room so the ladders unsupervised. I put the towel on a step a few steps down.

"Ow!" Pony yells, probably hitting his head like he does every other time he plans to come down.

(Pony's POV)

I hit my head on the bar of wood as I plan to come down. "Ow!" I yell. I hear a chuckle from below. "Shut up, Steve!"

"I'm good, kid!" He yells back, I sigh and start climbing down the ladder when all of a sudden I feel my foot slip.

(Steve's POV)

Ponyboy steps on the towel, and his foot slips. He loses the grip on the box and tries to catch himself with his one hand but can't. He falls backwards and lands on his back, luckily not hitting his head or Soda and Darry would kill me.

He lays there still, with his eyes closed. Two-Bit comes out of the room hearing the noise. He looks at me and in a serious voice he asks: "Is he dead?"

"I think so." I started laughing.

"Hate to break it to you, but I'm still alive." He sat up, rubbing his back. "What was that for?"

"Revenge for the picture."

"Of course."

Soda's head popped out of the doors "You okay, Pone?" He asked looking, at him, oblivious to the conversation that we just had.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

I was still laughing. "He slipped getting the socks, and I was just laughing at him," I said this trying to diguise the obvious dislike in my voice, "because we're such great friends, right?" I glared at the kid.

"Right, great friends," he agreed.

Two-Bit grabbed the box and tossed it at Soda, "Here you go. One box of," he stopped and grinned, "socks."

"Thanks, guys, and Pony be careful on the ladder."

I snorted and he glared at me.

"Come on, get up," Two-Bit reached out his hand, Pony took it and got up. We headed into the living room.

Two-Bit turned up the radio. And Pony came a punched me in the shoulder. "That hurt, falling from the ladder."

I punched him back, "Well you were the one to embarrass me to my girlfriend."

Pony tried to put me in a headlock, he failed and he got put in one instead. Then he started to escape and we fell to the floor rolling around, and fighting. Two-Bit finally notices and tries to pull Pony off me but ended up just breaking a lamp in his attempt.

We hear footsteps coming down the hall, and we all freeze. Pony and I get up quickly and acted casual. "Where you goin' Soda?" Two-Bit asked in a weak attempt to distract him from us.

"Goin' out with Sandy, going to go pick her up."

"Have fun," Pony called as he walked out the door. As soon as Soda pulled out of the driveway we started fighting again.

And let's just say it took Dally and Two-Bit to get us off of each other, and I ended up with a black eye and and few bruises. But Pony had two black eyes and a couple more bruises.