(Dally's POV)
It was a normal day, nothing unusual about. I had crashed on the Curtis's couch last night after a party at Buck's. It was late morning when Two-Bit and Steve came crashing into the house with Johnnycake following a little less crashing-ly behind them.
"There goes a quiet morning," I hear Darry mutter from the kitchen.
"It's never quiet at this house," Soda called from his room when there was a sound of glass breaking.
"Bet you Soda broke the lamp again," Steve muttered to me and Two-Bit.
"Five bucks if he didn't," Two-Bit replied.
"What was-" Darry started but was cut off by Ponyboy.
"Soda broke a lightbulb!"
"Darn it!" Steve pulled two fives out of his pocket and gave one to each of us.
"Happy birthday, Dal," I heard Johnny say behind me.
"What? It isn't my birthday."
"Yes, it is, man," Two-Bit said punching me in the arm.
"No it isn't, get me a calendar, I'll prove it." Steve took the calendar off the wall and handed it to me,.
"See, it's your birthday," Steve said pointing
"It isn't my birt-" I looked at the calendar closer, "Oh man it is. Next person to punch me gets punched harder." Two-Bit took a step farther away from me, out of arms reach.
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Outsiders Short Stories and Spoofs +Some
FanfictionJust short stories and spoofs with the greaser gang. *Discontinued*