Sequal to "Twin Troubles", Two-Bit and Kendra are six months older and six months... well, Kendra is wiser. Two-Bit is... Two-Bit... It's the twins' birth day and Two-Bit got the the best present he could afford. His present cost nothing but left the biggest impression on him.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders

It's quiet... Too quiet.

I shot up in my bed, touching and feeling my face. Nothing was wrong with it... or so I thought. I ran out of my room and into the bathroom. My face was...

"AHH!" My hair was sticking straight up again! Shower time. Undressing, I turned on the shower and jumped in. Cold showers. I loved them. The cold water running down my head, chest, back... it just felt good. Besides, Ken always took up all the hot water so I was stuck with cold showers. After completely washing, I rinsed and got out. I rubbed a towel over my head then wrapped it around my waist. My hair was all over the place again. And once again, I fought with it for about five minutes. It got stubborn a few times and my comb got stuck in it, but I pulled it out. I searched my cabinet for my hair grease and found it behind the shaving cream. I was happy to be able to slick my hair back, like I didn't do for three days six months ago. Well, that's beyond the point. I rubbed the leftover hair grease on my towel and reached for my shirt. I pulled it on and reached for my boxers. They were a pale pink; at lease they weren't dark pink like six months ago. I slid them on then pulled on my jeans. Walking out, I ran right into my bed and fell over it and landed on the other side. "Owww..." Now, I was stuck. I squirmed for a few minutes until I got out of the basket I had fallen in.

Anyways, falling into a basket couldn't ruin this day for me. Why, you may ask? Well, it's mine and Kendra's birthday, duh. I got her the best present ever. I mean, this is the year I've decided to move away... That's right. Out of Tulsa, Oklahoma and off to Phoenix, Arizona. I have gotten a good job there in Phoenix, pays fifteen an hour on a 96 hour week, and that's 1,440 minus taxes of course. I got Ken to do the math for me. I think I'm creating new alcohol or something. Anyways, I had gotten Ken a new red dress, cut up to her knees and a slash down the thigh. It was low cut around and neck and a strap on one shoulder and a sleeve on the other. On the end of the strap, I had gotten it written in metal, "Greaser Gal". She has been eyeing the dress forever. But the engraving was about forty-five extra. I had worked at the DX and moms bar for the past two months to pay for it.

I went downstairs, carrying the box under my arm. Our mom was in the kitchen, mixing a big bowl of something brown and chocolate smelling. I sniffed the air and came right behind her.

"Mm..." I smiled, putting my chin on her shoulder. I'm happy to be taller than her, "Can I lick the bowl?" She wapped me with the spoon on my nose, leaving a little mix on it.

"No. Not this time, Keith." I struggled to lick my nose but failed.

"Next time, hit my mouth, not my nose..."I told her, sitting down across the table from her. "Anyways, mom, I got Kenny the best present ever."

"Better than the half eaten sandwich you gave her back when you were five?"

"Ew... and yeah. Do you remember that red dress? Ya know, the one she's been eyein' for the past three months?"

"Yeah. Isn't it like... 1,200 dollars?"

"Exactly! Well, check it out." I shoved the box at her. She opened it and gasped when she saw it. I was grinning at her when she looked at me.

"Keith..." she said, "How did you afford this?"

"Remember me always workin' with you at the bar? And always goin' to the DX after school?"

"Yeah, you were working for about two months..." she smiled at me, "That's why you were working like a worker bee?" I cocked my head to the side, continuing to smile. She was looking at the engraving. "Wasn't the engraving an extra fifty?"

"I told the guy why I was gettin' the dress and he knocked off five and gave the words diamond studs on the tips of the letters."

"That was generous..." She closed the box and slid it back to me.

"Now can I lick the bowl?" I pleaded, "I've been a good boy!" She was pouring the mix into the two cake tins and I was watching like a hawk. She smiled at me and scraped the last of the mix into the tin. I was giving her puppy dog eyes, a trick Kendra taught me. She passed me the bowl and covered her ears as if I was going to scream. I didn't though. I just licked the rim of the bowl and smiled at her. Even if my mom is a pain-in-the-ass, I gotta love her. I finished licking the bowl and got up. I placed it in the sink and hugged my mom. I'm a momma's boy and I'm damn proud. Then, I kissed her cheek, leaving a chocolate mark. She'll kill me if I let her go to work with the kiss mark on her cheek. I just walked away, grabbing Kens present, and decided to tell her later. I sat in a chair. Ken came through the front door, not looking too happy.

"Hey, Kenny!" I got up, grinning, "Happy..."

"Yeah, yeah, nice to see you too." she cut me off. "Mom, we need to talk." She said to mom. She stomped into the kitchen and shut the door behind her. I, being the nosy person I am, got up and went to the door. I pressed my ear against the door.

"Kendra, what's wrong, hon?" I heard mom saying. Someone, probably Ken, was pacing the room.

"Mom, promise me you wont tell Keith and you wont get mad." she said, cooly. I leaned into the door a little more. I heard mom mutter yes. "Mom... you know Steve Randle, my boy friend, right?" He and Ken have been going out for about a month or so.

"Of course, honey."

"Steve got me... pregnant..."

The box slid out of my hands and hit the floor about the same time my jaw did. Both of them must of heard the box hit because they both opened the door. I had shoved my hands in my pockets and picked up my jaw.

"Steve got me pregnant." Pregnant.

Wow, wasn't THAT a twist! Review!!