When We Were Gold

Chapter One

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Sodapop's POV:

Chewing on my eraser, I copied down the math problems, trying to figure out the best way to multiply the numbers. I'd been up since five, I'd fallen asleep before I could finish last night. I sighed, scribbling a few numbers down randomly, I threw the paper into my bag. It wasn't like I hadn't gotten a few wrong before, right?

My eyes burned, I felt like I was gonna drop any minute. Pulling on some jeans, I looked around for my old sweatshirt. "Darry! Did you take my sweatshirt?" Darry poked his head around the door, "Sorry Soda, I haven't. I think Mom's washing it." I rolled my eyes, "Just great...." I dug through my drawer for a few minutes, finally deciding on my old black T-shirt; it was ripping, but it'd have to work.

Glancing over at the bed, Ponyboy was wrapped in the blankets, his auburn hair visible on the pillow. I grinned, before jumping on the bed, "WAKE UP, PONYBOY CURTIS!" Ponyboy mumbled, rolling onto his stomach. "You're asking for it Pone!" I tickled him in the side, as he shrieked, "S-stop! So-oda!" I laughed, letting him go. "C'mon Pony! Time for school!" I jumped off the bed, running into the kitchen. "I woke Ponyboy up!"

Mom turned towards me, her hands on her hips, "You woke the whole house up practically Sodapop Patrick, now I don't see the reason-" I was saved from the lecture as Dad grabbed his lunch, kissing her on the cheek, "I'm gonna be late, have a good day. I love you." She sighed, "Have a good day, honey." I smirked, fighting back a laugh, "Bye Dad!" He grinned, "See ya Pepsi-Cola, stay out of trouble, you hear?" I nodded, "Yes sir, as long as the teachers don't give me any." He laughed, closing the door.

Darry came in, yawning, followed by Ponyboy. I laughed at Ponyboy, "What happened to you?" He looked at me, his green eyes full of confusion, "What?" Mom beat me to it, "Ponyboy! Are you wearing hair grease?" Darry and I both grinned, Mom didn't hate hair grease, she just thought 8 was too young. Ponyboy blushed, "Sorry Mom, I just wanted to try it is all." She sighed, "Go wash it out, right away, you hear?" He nodded, walking into the bathroom. I took a bite of toast, smiling, poor kid.

Ponyboy's POV:

I hated that I couldn't wear hair grease, it drove me mad. I was proud to be a greaser, I wanted to look like Soda and Darry too. Washing the last of it out, I packed my backpack before heading back into the kitchen. "Dar?" He looked up from the paper; something he'd picked up on lately.

"Yah Pone?" I pointed at the clock, "We gotta go." "Geez, c'mon Soda! We're gonna be late!" Scrambling around, we somehow all were out the door and running in two minutes. I sighed, hoping today would be different. Boy, was I in for a surprise...