It's around five now, so it's a bit cooler out and the rest of guys still aren't home yet-
Dallas, bored out of his mind, pokes and prods at Johnny's ribs, trying to get on his nerves.
"Quit it out, Dal." He says after a minute, finally getting annoyed, Dallas pokes him a few more times before Ponyboy busts through the doors.
"They are finally here!" He yells out of relief, and disappears again. I then hear the loud grumble of Darry's truck.
"Finally.." Dallas groans, standing up slowly.
Steve walks into the cabin, a box full of canned goods in his arms. He spots Johnny and I still sitting down after Dal practically pushes him out of the door way.
"Yah lazy bums gonna help or not?" I laugh a little at the way he squinted his eyes when he spoke.
"Yah, yah," I say, "I'm going."
"Where'd you learn to talk like that, Em?" He asks as I step onto the porch, "you've been hangin round with Morgan too much."
"Deeefffiiiinnittlleey." Laughing a bit, I walk down the steps and look up to see Sodapop holding something round under his stomach.
"Look, Emily," he says happily, "it's gonna be a girl." I run a hand over his stomach, which is actually a watermelon.
"Aye, Sodapop," Dallas says, tucking a box under his arm, "who'd yah slut around with?" Soda pretends to gasp,
"How DARE you! I was not slutting around! It was loooOve." There's a chorus of laughs, even Darry smiles.
"Morgan, look!" I turn to see Ponyboy close to the trunk with a different watermelon under his shirt.
"Oh my gosh," her voice sounds so sincere as she puts her hands on each side of the melon, "I can't believe it."
"I know. I really think it's going to be a boy."
"What should we name it?"
"NAME IT FUCKER!" Dallas yells,
"Watch your tongue, Dally." Darry says shortly, "there wasn't a point to yelling that out."
"That's why he yelled it," Two says pulling out a brown paper bag.
"No, no," Morgan says, "I think we should name it Tommy." Pony looks up at her, his eyes glowing.
"I love that." It seems almost like they are naming their actual child. Dallas shoves the box over to me.
"What a gentleman," I mutter under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear.
"Ah, shut ap." he says to me. Turning to Pony he raises a fist up in the air, he brings it down quickly.
"NO!" Morgan yells, catching his arm before it collides with the watermelon. "Don't. You. Dare."
"I was just messing around. I wasn't actually going to do it, stupid."
"If you wanted a baby so bad," Soda says, "you could of just asked." He hands Dallas the watermelon.
"I don't want no kids, man." His face becomes a mix of serious and confused. I laugh a little and head into the cabin.
Setting down a box on the table, Darry asks, "You okay?"
"Yah, why?"
"You're just being awful quite lately."
"I'm okay, Darry, thanks." He nods and takes the wooden box from me. Dallas recklessly runs into the cabin, his foot catches on a knick in the wood floor, causing him to trip and splatter watermelon guts -
absolutely. everywhere.
"Look what you've done!" Darry yells.
"Woah, Dallas!" Pony says stepping into the cabin with Morgan.
"You killed Soda's baby!" Morgan says dramatically, getting a laugh out of everybody. Soda steps in behind her,
"My- my- baby.." He says quietly, concern traced in thin lines on his face. I look over at Dal, who is sitting on the the floor in the middle of all the mess, his upper lip is slightly raised in one corner, causing him to look the most confused I've ever seen him- which is saying a lot.
"You look lost, Dal." Pony says, taking a garbage can from Darry.
Dallas shakes his head,
"Wait- huh?"
"Clean this mess up." Darry says picking up a piece of watermelon off of the table. Ponyboy bends down to start picking up, "no, Pony. Let Dallas do it- it's his mess."
"Uhuh," Dallas shakes his head, "I'm not cleaning nothing up."
"Good. That means you will clean something up."
Dallas gives Darry a quick glare and mutters a cuss word under his breath, then begins picking up the watermelon and throwing them into the small garbage can.
"Wow-" Vicky says, stepping into the cabin, "what did you do?"
"I didn't do nothin'."
"Holy shit, Dallas." Pony says loudly, "can your grammar get any worse?"
"Oh, man. Look at the mouth on that kid." He retorts with a short chuckle.
"You don't know the half of it." Pony replies, I sit down on the floor and begin gathering some of the pieces.
"Awe, look at little goody goody helping me clean this mess." Dal throws a piece of watermelon at my leg.
"Oh okay- I just won't help you at all then."
"Yes, thank you." Darry says, "he can do it just fine on his own."
"Do you have a broom or something?" Dallas asks.
"I'm surprised you even know what that is." Morgan jokes.
"Uhm- I think I saw one in the closet." Johnny says,
"I'll get it." Steve walks down the hallway to get the broom.
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Fanfiction"There's better things than this," he says, "there's gotta be."
