They Know What'd Happen If They Did

Around six-thirty, Ponyboy arrived back home for dinner. I had just finished making supper;two baked chickens, potatoes, and corn for the three of us. We eat like horses; so that would usually be gone in five minutes, but tonight there was something a little off about Pony. He looked sick- and a tiny bit pale. It started me thinking how it might not be a good idea for him to partake in the rumble with the Socs. I trusted that he was okay when he felt fine and normal- but the way he looked, it made me a tad uneasy about what might be coming.

So the remainder of our 'gang' eventually arrived at our house; Two-Bit and Steve. They had to busy themselves because we were still getting ready by taking showers, using way more hair gel than necessary, and putting on nice clothes. For every rumble you have to look sharp. It's sort of a rule. Thus, I put on a nice pair of jeans and a tight black shirt to look real swank for the fight. I was in a tuff mood until Soda had to blurt out that I was wearing the shirt to show off my muscles. Which; is true- but I would never tell him that. So I bluffed him off by saying- "I'm gonna show'em off on you, little buddy, if you get any mouthier."

I am so cool.

I tried to convince Ponyboy that he should not fight- but he kept insisting that it would be different if we were using objects- but this match was just skins. Nothing but fists and strengt. I let him come with us, but I was worried because the majority of the Socials are big guys.

Anyway we were heading to the rumble- which was placed for 7:00, when we see the other greasers from various parts of town. Tim Shepard's gang was there, and the Brumly outfit. Tim's brother, Curly was in the reformatory again. Every time he talks about it seems as though he's proud of his brother going to a school for little criminals. It makes me sick. I'm out there busting my butt to make sure everything is in line with my family, and he's letting his brother be a villain.

The Socs came in five cars and had a snooty look about them from the time they came from their fancy autos, to the empty lot. It was 22 against 20 so were were fairly even. I was the biggest so I knew that I had to start it.

With one quick movement it all came into play. I had to guys on me- left and right. Boy- do those guys know how to fight! I kept looking at Ponyboy; he was lying on the ground with a Soc on top of him. I would've felt useless as I couldn't go over to him and beat that Social to a bloody pulp but- faintly, I could see Dally kicking at him- so I knew that he wouldn't let anything too drastic happen to Pony.

Suddenly, they all started running away and I knew that we had won. I was overjoyed and showing off my emotion- until I saw Dallas and Ponyboy running off. I had a hunch where they were heading off to- but I still wasn't sure how well Pony was feeling.

So now I'm at home and waiting for his arrival.