Hey there! This is my first Outsiders fic! Well...first of anything. I'm SUPER nervous...This has been floating around in my head for awhile, I just have to get it out. My friend "helped" me work on this one. Really, she just sat there and nodded and smiled when I came up with something XD So...yeah. Hope you like it, TwoBit is my favourite Greaser, I love him to pieces ^^

I guess I have to put this in, huh, that the Outsiders aren't mine? Okay, fine. I said it. BUT! I do own a copy of the book. It's beside me right now :)

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Gestures are all that I have. Sometimes they have to be loud, almost annoyingly so. And sometimes I get a little dramatic, it's the only way for my point to be understood. There are no word for me to rely on, because, to my disappointment, I am one of those 1,000 children born with broken vocal cords. My mama doesn't make enough money to get it fixed and my big brother is too lazy to get a job, so I'm stuck silent until further notice.

I jump up and down on my brother, TwoBit, trying to wake him up. Boing boing boing. A normal person wouldn't have to take such drastic measures, but it's not like I can yell at him to move his ass.

He won't get out of our bed. He's got a hangover. I kick his side one last time and go make us some pancakes. I find a note on the table, next to the salt shaker, from Mama.

Dear Kirby:

Please take TwoBit with you and go to the store and buy your darling mother some tomato sauce.

Love Mom

TwoBit's real name isn't TwoBit, it's Keith. Nobody calls him that. If they do, he'll beat them up.

I'm a good cook, I plan on being a chef when I grow up. I bring a plate of three neatly stacked pancakes into our room and use a fork to cut off a piece. Carefully, I try to put it in his mouth. He swears and turns over, a silent, half-naked lump under the blankets. Zzz zzz zzz...

Fine. I set it down next to him and went into the kitchen to eat my own. Damn it, they're so good. TwoBit dosnrt know what he's missing.

He`s supposed to walk me to school today, but he never really does. Neither of us tell Mama `cause she`d be so mad it wouldn't be funny. This day is no different than any other day, except TwoBit usually eats with me, he must be very hung over, then.

After, I brush my teeth and put my hair in a ponytail. With my backpack on my shoulders, I visit TwoBit once more before school. He`s still asleep, the pancakes untouched. I kiss his nose smoooooch and then walk to school myself.

So there it is...EEEEE *scared shriek*

Listening to: Rudy, Supertramp