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Mama’s Boy
Summary: What if Darry’s father was alive? Would it improve his life, or only make it a living hell?
Dear Sons, Went to work. Be good and I’ll be back tonight. Love, Dad.
Great. I picked it up, crumpled it and threw it in the trash bin. That was when I noticed the lump on our couch. Blond hair. Dallas. I decided to leave him there and get in the shower before my brothers wake up. In the bathroom, I put my clothes on the toilet seat and got a towel from the rack. I put it on my clothes. Turning on the water and making sure it was hot enough to wake me up completely, I grinned and took off the jeans I neglected to remove last night. My boxer shorts followed shortly. Under the heated water, I groaned at the pain in my back. Although, the water did feel great on my aching muscles. I got the soap and lathered it over my body, inhaling the clean scent. I rinsed the soap from my body, smiling to myself. I turned off the water and shivered at the cold air. Grabbing the towel quick, I wrapped it around my waist and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed my toothbrush and spread toothpaste on it, then jammed it in my mouth and proceeded on brushing my teeth. I spit, rinsed my toothbrush, and put it up. Then, I grabbed my razor and shaving cream. When the shaving cream was spread on my chin, there was knock at the door.
“Yeah?”
“Decent?” Dally’s voice asked. I chuckled.
“I gotta towel on.”
“Good ‘nuff,” he said, coming in. He was working his pants button and heading for the toilet. Annoyed, he tossed my clothes at me and lifted the seat. I put the clothes on the towel rack and continued on shaving. He did his business while I finished up shaving. I heard the toilet flush and knew he was finished. I used a wet rag to wash my face off and trailed my fingers over my chin to find any stray hairs. I found none.
“Why’d you come here, Dal?” I asked. “Don’t you stay at Buck’s?”
“Eh, it was too far away...” he groaned, “and I was drunk so this was easier to come to.” I had to laugh at this. Then it hit me. I forgot to tell dad about Pony and them this morning! Groaning, I slammed down my razor and stomped out of the bathroom, clad in only a towel. Fearing it would fall, I grasped onto it as I made my way to the phone and dialed the police station.
“Tulsa Police.”
“Is Officer Curtis there?” I asked. The lady paused.
“Hold on, one moment, sir.” I waited, tapping my foot on the floor and looked around. Dally was out of the bathroom, looking at me. “No, sir, he’s out on the streets. May I take a message?”
“Um, this is Darrel Curtis, his eldest son. His youngest son, Ponyboy, will be out tonight with Dallas Winston and Johnny Cade.”
“Dallas Winston... and Johnny Cade,” she repeated. “Alright, Darrel, thank you.” and she hung up. I sighed and hung the phone on the receiver.
“What was that about, Darry?” Dallas asked. I looked at him.
“I forgot to tell him about your and Pony’s ‘date’ tonight,” I said, making him sneer. I pushed past him and went back to the bathroom. “You done in here?” I asked. He waved me off, nodding. Closing the door, I stole a look in the mirror. Then, I took off the towel and put it on my head to dry my hair. I grabbed my clothes and pulled them on quickly. Roughly, I dried my hair quickly and threw the towel on the rack. I straightened my shirt out and smoothed down my jeans. I grabbed my comb and ran it through my hair. I looked decent. Now, I thought coming out of the bathroom, I have to cook breakfast.
“What’s for breakfast?” Dally called from the couch. I looked at him.
“I was about to ask you. Anything you want?”
“Bacon.” I laughed.
“That it?”
“Eggs. Toast.” Smiling, I went on to the kitchen and began fixing Dallas’s bacon and eggs and toast. I heard Soda and Pony’s door open and a person come out. Dally gave a hello from his spot on the couch and was returned with a grunt. A grunt that belonged to Soda. The real thing came and gave me the same grunt he gave to Dally. His hair was a mess and he had bags under his eyes and it made me wonder why.
“Tired, little buddy?” I asked. Soda looked at me, gave me a look, and turned. He headed for the bathroom, I assumed. My thoughts were proven correct when the shower began running and Soda could be heard groaning as the water hit him. Laughing to myself, I watched the bacon sizzle. I grabbed a fork and flipped a couple of strips. I let them sizzle again and popped a few slices of bread into the toaster. Setting it to medium, I knew just how most of them like it. All except Steve, who likes his dark. I should know, I’ve known him forever. I flipped more bacon before laying them out on a plate with a napkin on it. I set it on the table and reached in the ice box for the eggs. I cracked two of them in the pan with the left over bacon grease, something I did regularly for more flavor. The boys seemed to like the twist on the eggs, so I kept it up. Hard for Pony, grape jelly for Soda, and mine in a bacon-and-tomato sandwich. Dally and Steve liked theirs scrambled and Two-Bit liked his sunny-side-up. The toaster popped, sending them flying. I guessed Soda had messed with it, I thought struggling to catch them. I put them on the plate and got two more. Making sure the eggs didn’t burn, I took them off and put them on a plate for Pony.
“Breakfast ready, Darry?” Pony asked, coming in clad in a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt. I looked at him, gave a slight smile, and cracked a couple of eggs for Soda.
“There’s some toast, bacon, and your eggs are ready. I’d wait for the other eggs to be done, else someone might take your food.” He gave an understanding nod and went back to the living room. I caught the flying toast again and put yet two more in.
Putting Soda’s finished eggs on a plate, the screen door banged open and two figures came in. I heard a Hello from Pony and a reply from Johnny. There was a couple of bangs and I assumed it was Dally and Steve fighting. I started making Dally and Steve their eggs; scrambled. Those are always the fastest to make, I thought waiting a moment before putting them on two separate plates. I was about to ask if Two-Bit was coming for breakfast, but the door slammed open again.
“Hello all!” called the voice from the front door.
“You’re crazy, Two-Bit,” I heard Pony say. Question answered. Two-Bit came in, looked at the pan, and smiled.
“I was about to ask if I could stay, but it looks like I was invited,” he said helping himself to a piece of bacon. I snatched it from him, finding it was half eaten. “Now eat it,” he said, “I dare you.” I looked at him, then at the bacon, and shoved it in my mouth. He cocked his brow.
“Never underestimate me,” I said, grinning at his puzzled look.
“I’ve learned my lesson.” Looking at the pan, I was transferring the eggs to a plate when the toast popped. Two-Bit saw it flying and started laughing. He reached out, grabbed one but didn’t get the other. “I’m assumin’ Soda was playing with the toaster?”
“You’re assuming right.” I set the plates out on the table. “Call them in.” I put two more pieces of bread in the toaster.
“Breakfast! Move it or loose it!” he yelled into the living room. I gave him a look as he grinned at me.
“I could of done that.”
“Well, ya didn’t.”
The others trampled in and sat at the table at their places. The toast flew again, this time, I didn’t let Two-Bit try to catch them. I put them at the two plates without toast. Soda was beaming at me.
“I fixed the toaster, Dar!”
“I see that, Soda.” As I put two more pieces of toast in the toaster for my sandwich, I heard two of the guys fight over the piece of toast on my plate. From the grunts, I had to say it was Soda and Steve. I looked at them and grinned. Two-Bit was scarfing down his food and occasionally stealing a piece of bacon from Pony or Johnny’s plate. The toast flew again, but this time I caught it when it popped out. Grabbing a tomato from the ice box, I cut a couple of slices and put them on the piece of toast. Then, I grabbed my plate before Two-Bit decided to take my food too. I piled the eggs and bacon on the toast and smashed the two pieces together. I took a huge bite and looked back at the gang. When Soda looked up at me, he started laughing.
“You look like a chipmunk, Darry,” Dallas commented since Soda was still laughing. I swallowed and grinned. Looking at the clock, I groaned, put the sandwich between my teeth and went to the living room for my boots. I was almost late for work.
“Hey, Soda, Steve, y’all better get goin’! Pony, Johnny, Two-Bit, school!” All of them groaned while I laced my shoes and scrambled around. The plates were thrown in the sink and left-over food was shoved in their mouths. Soda and Steve raced out, followed by Two-Bit, Johnny, and Pony. I was about to go out too when the phone rang. I went to the phone and picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Don’t skew my word again, boy.” It was dad.
“Sorry. I forgot to tell you this mornin’ so I called the station, but you weren’t there.”
“Just remember to tell me earlier next time. Make sure Pony is in good hands too, alright, Darrel?”
“Sure thing.”
Their father's word was to Always tell him what was the game plan; what was going on. Darry didn't do that, so he got fussed at.