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Chapter 7 Saturday's...gulp...doctor shots

Ponyboy's P.O.V

I didn't have any nightmares in over a week!

Darry and Sodapop are glad to hear that. Darry wanted to experiment somthing tonight. Sodapop and I were standing in the hallway leading up to the stairs to our bed rooms.

"Pony...Darry is just experimenting...so even if you do have a nightmare..I want you to come running into my room got that savvy?"
I nodded, still having chicken pox on my face. Two-Bit came over noticing I had chicken pox laughed at me. Darry almost socked him in the face when he started on the nicknames. My chickenpox look like I had acne...(which oddly I never get...) so he started calling my Pimmple-boy, asking to see my back to check for
"Back-nee" It was horrible...then Two-bit turned on Mickey and left me the hell alone.

But Two-Bit STOPPED calling me names...Dally didn't. Pissed the fuck outa' me!

Anyway. Darry had the idea...That if Soda slept in his room, and left me alone for the night, Darry wanted to see if I still had nightmares. Sounded alright to me.

"Goodnight Pony-boy...night Darry"
"good night Soda...Night Darry!"
"night Ponyboy and Soda..."

we all said ur goodnights and went for a night-time of experimenting.

(A/N wow, that sounded wrong...)

I woke up to the sunlight shining on my (sigh...still chicken-pox covered) face. I smiled. I didn't have a nightmare!
I ran into Darry's room, like a kid would run into his parent's room on chirstmas morning. "Darry! Darry!" I jumped on his bed.
"ugh!" Darry shot up. "Ponyboy! are you okay?"

"Darry! no nightmares!" I smiled. Darry stared at me with wide eyes...for about a minutes then smiled.
"well, thats good to hear." He smiled.
"Wow! I'm so damn happy!" I was happy.
"good...keep it up...cuz your going to the doctors to get a shot."

"yea!I'm going to the doctors-wait that?" I said.

Darry started laughing.
"are you serious?" I asked.
"yup, come on, lets get dressed." He seemed to be serious, because he went to go tell Soda to get up and that he was taking me to the doctors. Damn...I was having a good day too!

"I'M NEVER GOING TO THE DOCTORS FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE!" I hollered at the top of my lungs when we returned home.
"oh, come on Ponyboy, it wasn't that bad..." Darry said.
"uhh...news flash..." I held up my arm, it had a band-aid on it. "so?" Darry asked.
"so? it hurt!" I whined.

Darry smiled. "you do belong in a tree Ponyboy..."
"huh?" I asked, what was he talking about.?
"you are a nut." Darry laughed.

Wow...but the shot was for my chicken pox. My legs didn't feel like Jello all too much. and I could walk and run like I used to. I smiled. Maybe getting sick wasn't so bad.
Soda came home from work around three, Dally Johnny and Two-Bit showed up. My chicken-pox were dying down. And my face was cleared up by tonight.
"Nice to see you washed your face...Ponyboy, your zits are gone!" Two-Bit joked.
I growled.
"aw...we can't play connect the dots..." Dally whined. Two-Bit and Dallas cracked up laughing.

"aw shut up! it's not funny! they itched like hell!" I said.
"Aw...bitch on her period!" Dallas shouted.
"Dallas!" Darry shouted. I told him I learned that saying from Dally.

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