The Outsiders: Randy's Little Sister

Chapter 24: "Egg?"

If you read the chapter that I published before, I'm sorry but please forget about it, I had to change a few things because I didn't like where it was going, so forget about it and enjoy the updated and hopefully better chapter instead.

I'm also sorry that it took so long to update but I hope you like the chapter because it took me a long time to think up. I wanted to make a happy chapter but I find that harder to do so it takes me longer to write.

Stay gold.

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I woke up in a daze early Saturday morning to the smell of fried eggs and burning. Unusual. Darry never burnt food.

When I got down the stairs, there was a surprise as I got greeted by no one except for Ponyboy, who was normally the last to get up.

He winked at me, as I walked into the kitchen, smiling such a cheesy grin and then he went back to his eggs.

"I think you burnt your toast." I held up a black, crispy piece of bread and waved it in front his face.

"Good mornin' to ya too." He said sarcastically, but laughed. "Ya try multitasking." He chucked a cigarette packet in the air, that he got from the counter, caught it and took a stick out. The lighter, he grabbed from his back pocket but before he could light anything, I cut into his daily routine.

"Oh no no no," I repeated, pushing him gently towards the door. "Ya are not smoking over these eggs." I grabbed the spatula from his free hand and he laughed.

"They would taste better smoked than burnt," he said smirking and I turned back round playfully, wafting the air with my spatula.

"Harsh," I whined, putting on a sad face. "I'm not that bad at cooking," I said, moaning, but at that moment, Pony raised his eyebrows, nodding unconvincingly and slowly glancing to behind me.

I whipped around and quickly scooped up the egg with my spatula, sighing before putting it back down and taking the pan off the heat. The underside of the egg was a crisp, black colour and when it broke off, it revealed a well cooked, slightly overdone underneath of a fried egg.

"You know what," I shuffled towards the door, "I lied. I like my eggs burnt and smoked, so that looks perfect to me." I pursed my lips and nodded, blinking rapidly. All Pony did was laugh at my unluckiness.

I walked into the lounge, where I now found Sodapop laying calmly on the couch. "No hello," I said, making him jump.

"Ya and Pony were taking about eggs, man, that's not what I'm good at." He shook his hands and then added. "Mornin'."

I acknowledged his response and then shifted his legs so I could sit next to him. He smiled, showing his movie star grin and I could tell why everyone loved him so much.

I didn't talk to Soda as much as Pony or Steve did, 'cause I couldn't find a sentence starter. I knew a bit about cars but not enough to seem knowledgeable about it, so I usually saved my humiliation for another topic.

I put my knees up to my chest, hugging them a bit, to then stop suddenly and look at Sodapop, who was staring at my ankle.

"That's gonna make a pretty tuff scar." He gestured towards the two neatly circled burns Tim Shepard kindly made the time his gang jumped me.

I shrugged, not saying anything. I didn't know what to answer towards that because I didn't wish they weren't there and I didn't wish that they were bigger so more people would see it.