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Life Choices	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 1891 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
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(Ponyboy's POV)
"Watch the surface," Soda instructed beside me.
"Okay," I nodded. I noticed a bubble began to form and the edges of the pancake begin to look dry.
"Look under it for color," Soda gently lifted one edge of his pancake and looked under it.
Copying him, I did the same and noticed that it was a golden brown color.
He looked to my pan. "Is it brown?"
I gave him nod. He grinned in anticipation.
"Ready," I put my spatula under the pancake, "set….FLIP!"
Both of us flung our pancakes up in air and watched as they quickly fell toward the ground.
"Quick catch it," he told me backing up in order to get his before it fell.
I watched as mine moved closer to the edge of the counter.
"Dive for it," Soda told me urgently.
Doing just that, I just barely caught the pancake on my pan before it fell.
"That a boy," he patted me on the back. "Now that's how you flip a pancake."
"Are you sure there isn't an easier way to do this," I asked him. We set our pans back on the stove.
"What do you mean?" He went to get some plates from the cabinet.
"Well your way just seems a little," how do I word this, "over the top. I mean mom never use to make pancakes like this."
He just waved me off. "Mom always liked things to be simple. My way is more fun!"
I gave him a blank look. "This was our third attempt making pancakes. Our last batch flew out the window, literally."
Smiling, Soda just shrugged and took a bite of his pancake.
"What going on in here," Darry just walked in into the kitchen. "You two making a mess?"
I guess we woke him up. He was sleeping in because it was Saturday and he had this weekend off.
Soda held on one of our finished pancakes. "Breakfast," he replied with his mouth full.
Darry rolled his eyes. "Yeah y'all are making a mess. Just make sure you cleanup said mess when you're done. You got it?"
While Soda saluted at him mockingly, I simply stared at him unblinkingly.
He must a felt my eyes on him because Darry immediately looked my way. He met my gaze with a similar look to mine briefly before stalking back to his room.
Soda's smile dropped from his face as he noticed a change in the lighthearted atmosphere. He turned to look at me.
"Are you still mad at him," Soda said tiredly. Silence was the only answer I gave him.
A couple of weeks ago, I took a big test for my math class. Because the test was a big part of my grade (almost 30%), I studied extra hard so I could do well on it. In the end I got a seventy-six on the test. Even though it was a "C" I was really proud myself. Math had always been my worst subject even since I could remember. No matter how hard I studied there was always something I just couldn't get for some reason. I honestly thought I failed, like a lot of people in the class did, so getting a "C" on that test made me feel great. I was smiling the rest of the day. I did the best I could and I did fine in my opinion.
Unfortunately, Darry didn't agree with me. He thought I did horrible on the test and made it seem like I didn't study at all. This absolutely enraged me!
(Flashback)
"Did or did I not tell you to study," Darry looked at me sternly.
I looked at my paper in his hands and then back at him.
"Yeah, and I did," I replied meekly.
"Then how did you get a C," he pointed angrily at my test.
Soda was overlooking our conversation, seemingly ready to break up a fight.
"It was the best I could do," I rationalized. "I did better than at least half my class."
"You are not your classmates Ponyboy," he snapped. "I don't understand why you can't do well in math. You ace all your other classes but in math you keep slouching."
That set me off. My fist at my sides clenched as I glared at him.
"I am not slouching," I snapped loudly at him.
Both my brothers raised their eyebrows at me in shock.
"Just because it doesn't meet your standers of perfection doesn't means it bad," I yelled at him.
"I don't want perfection Ponyboy," Darry replied having snapped out his shocked. "But the last time I checked C's don't get you into college. Don't do this again Ponyboy. You understand me?"
I just huffed at him. Tearing my paper from his hands, I took off to my room and slammed the door shut.
(End flashback)
"He wasn't trying to mean Ponyboy," Soda put a hand on my shoulder. "He just thought that you could do better that's all."
"I did my best," I stressed insistently.
He looked at me a little doubtfully. "Are you sure?"
I tore his hand off my shoulder. "What do mean? Of course I'm sure! Why do you always have to take his side?"
Soda sighed. "I'm not taking anybody's side Ponyboy. I'm just trying to make sure you see Darry's side on this."
"Why is it always 'see Darry's side of things' and not have Darry see my side of things!"
Worriedly, Soda put his hands up in front of me. "Pony just calm down."
"Darry never tries to see my side of things," tears were building up in my eyes. "He doesn't understand me. He doesn't try to understand me. He's such a jerk."
Soda took me by the shoulders and forced me to look up at him. I sniffled as a couple tears ran down my face.
"Pony, it's not that he doesn't try to understand you it's just that he can't understand you. You're a complicated kid Pony and sometimes not easy to read."
I gaze at him with a frustrated look on my face.
"Why people always tell me that," I asked him broken heartedly. Soda looked confused. "I'm not complicated at all. I'm just a normal kid there's nothing special about me."
"Oh Pony." He moved to pull me into a hug before I jumped away from him.
"I hate this," I told him before taking off out the house.
I ignored him calling for me to come back. I didn't want to listen anymore, I just had to leave.
I ran all the way out of my neighborhood before I bumped into someone. I fell right into their chest.
"Whoa there," my heart stopped as I heard the familiar voice.
"Where the fire," Dally smirked down at me. I looked up at him with widen eyes before wrapping my arms around him, my head buried in his chest.
"Oh Dally," I mumbled into his chest.
"What is it babe," his voice didn't sound worried, it never did, but I could hear an underlining of warning in it.
I look up at him. "You get me right," I asked him. I know he did, he just had to.
"Of course I do little Pony," he weaved his hand in my hair, "you're easy for me to get."
"I just knew you did," I smiled up at him. "I can always count on you Dally."
He just grunted as he tightened his grip on my hair and pulled in a rough kiss.
I moaned as his hands moved all around my body before moving to grip my ass firmly. I weaved my hand through his hair try to find get closer to him. His tongue slowly started to caress mine in a rough but slow manner. We were slowly starting to rock against each other.
Suddenly Dally broke the kiss. I looked up at him surprisingly.
He laid his forehead on mine. "Don't start something you can't finish little Pony," he whisper to me.
My only response was a shudder at his words.
Dally then grinned at me. "By the way I got you something."
I gasped at what he pulled out of his pocket.
"An owl," I looked up at him with a smile as he hand me the wooden figurine.
"Don't say I never gave you nothing," was all he said.
My dad and I used to collecting animal figurines before he died, it was our thing. Since he died I've been trying to continue our hobby but always having trouble either finding a figurine we didn't have or being able to afford it. Thankfully, I have Dally to help me out with my hobby. Ever since I told him about it he's been giving all kinds of different figurines.
I kissed Dally on the check in gratitude.
Dally is always there for me.
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