When We Were Gold

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Mrs. Curtis' POV:

The whole day at work I could barely concentrate, I was so worried about Ponyboy. I shook my head, trying to clear it of the sounds of his screams.

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Mr. Curtis' POV:

As soon as work was over I drove over to Dairy Queen, picking up a treat for the boys. That always made them feel better, I knew how worried they were about Ponyboy. I barely made it up the front walk of the house before the door burst open, Ponyboy running out in his pajamas, "Daddy!" His eyes widened when he saw the bags of food, running back into the house. I could hear him yelling for Sodapop, and Darry telling them both to settle down. I smiled, walking into the kitchen. "Supper is served men!" I smirked as they ran in, sliding into their chairs and reaching for the bags. Snatching the bags back, I shook my head, "Pony first." Sodapop and Darry sighed, but slid back into their seats. I reached inside, setting a packet of fries and a burger on his plate. "I got you some ice-cream if that's too hard on your stomach honey, ok?" Ponyboy noddd, already tearing into the food. I turned to Sodapop and Darry. "Ok, here's the deal. Stop drooling on the table your mother works so hard to clean, and I might give you some food." That set them all off laughing, something I hadn't heard in days. It made me sad, knowing my boys were going through stuff.

Darry's POV:

That was the best dinner we'd had in a long time. Ponyboy laughed and talked, Sodapop was back to throwing bits of food around until he hit Dad in the eye. During a lull in the conversation, Dad folded his hands, "I think we really need a break. I know it's been tough around here, and you guys need a reward. What if I took y'all hunting this weekend?" I kept my voice even, even though I wanted to jump up and down, "Wow, that'd be great Dad!" He smiled, taking a bite of burger, "Great. We leave early Saturday morning, 7 AM sharp." I couldn't help but grin at Sodapop, who immediately saluted him, "Yes sir!"

Ponyboy's POV:

I couldn't believe it! We were going hunting! I'd never been old enough before, but 8 was as good as 14. I nearly shook with excitement; but it could have been my ice cream too. After dinner, Dad turned on the TV, flipping through channels. I crawled into his lap, resting my head on his chest. "Dad, can we watch Tom and Jerry?" He nodded, rubbing my hair. It eased my throbbing head, and I curled into his chest more.

Sodapop's POV:

I felt different from the first time in days, happy. I laughed way too hard at the jokes, smiled way too hard until my cheeks hurt. I knew I was too old, but I leaned against Dad's shoulder, smiling. Ponyboy had fallen asleep in his lap, curled into his chest. Dad saw me watching and smiled, "Thanks for being here Pepsi-Cola, really." I smiled, watching Tom and Jerry. After a few minutes, Mom got home and began chiding Dad for the mess and letting us be up so late. He nodded, hiding a grin. She sighed, rubbing my hair, "Off to bed you two, now." I yawned, sleepily getting off the couch. I was glad to sleep, I could stay happy longer. Before I fell asleep, I couldn't help but think; in a way, the Socs and troubles we had were like the cat, Tom. Us, the Greasers, the ones who suffered, were the mouse. The only difference was, we were smart, just like the real Jerry. And we always could get by, no matter what.

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