I've always remembered that Two-Bit has a little sister and that on here, I've seen that his little sister was much much younger. But younger doesnt mean she has to be nine when he's 18, does it? I thought it'd be funny to see what would happen if my favorite greaser had a twin sister!

Disclaimer(time to have fun):

Two-Bit and Kendra: WE'RE TWINS?! (staring at each other)

Me: Well, they never said how old your sister was, Two-Bit and I thought a younger twin would be fun!

Two-Bit: but she calls me Keith! (fake tears)

Me: Get over it! (slaps him, starting a fight)

Kendra: Ace does not own The Outsiders!

"WAKE UP KEITH!" I heard that every morning that I actually stay home. My sister, eighteen-and-a-half, was always jumping on me in the morning. Even if it IS summer. A guy can't even get some sleep in this house. That's why I normally wake up in the bed with Darrel or on the couch. Even some times I've slept in the lot. Kendra was jumping up and down on my chest. I can't breathe. Finally, she plopped right down on my chest in a sitting position. I cracked open one eye to look at her. She was wearing one of my shirts and...

"Oh my god, what happened to your hair?!" First thing I said. She glared down at me. Then, she cocked an eyebrow. It was like looking in a mirror. She had cut her hair to the length of mine, gotten a hold on my hair oil and slicked it back. And just last night, she had hair to the bottom of her scrawny little ass. She hadn't put any make up on today either, so we looked just alike. But her face a softer than mine. And her eyes are bright blue, while mine are gray. She just grinned down at me.

"Do you like it, Keith?" she wailed in my ear. I shoved my pinkie in my ear and twisted it around.

"You look just like me, you little..." and continued to call her every name under the sun.

"Love ya too, bro." Why did I have to have a twin? I'm the older one and I'm thankful for that one! But sheesh!

"Get offa me, Ken!" I yelped. I always called her Ken, I don't know why. She stood up, still on the bed. She was even wearing my boots and jeans! "You're wearing my boots AND jeans too?"

"Not enough? I'm working on my Halloween costume. The scariest greaser of all."

"It's summer!" I sat up, rubbing my hair out of my eyes.

"I'm gonna try it out on Randle today. So be a brother and wear this for me!" and with that, she threw a clump of hair from behind her back. I pulled it off of my face and stared at it.

"A wig?"

"Please?" she said with puppy dog eyes. I always fell for puppy dog eyes.

"No makeup or a skirt or nothin like that." I told her, sitting up. She jumped on me, yelling.

"Thank you!"

Now you know why I don't stay here often?

Anyways, I got Ken out of my room and got out of bed. She told me that we're gonna go to the Curtis house around ten and it was nine thirty-two now. She'd left a pink shirt and the wig with me. She promised she'd take my coat and give it to me after we surprise Randl– er, Steve. I was just gonna go shirtless afterwards, so I was good.

I went to the bathroom and studied my face in the mirror. My hair was curled at the nape of my neck and puffed out at the crown of my head. I looked funny with my hair a light color. It was clean for once, so instead of the dark color a sport, it was light brown. And Ken wont let me grease it today! I hopped in the shower for a while to cool off. Cold showers. I loved cold showers. Anyways, I got out and wrapped my head in a towel. I pealed it off and stared in the mirror again. It was almost dry now. I wrapped the towel around my waist and grabbed my comb. After five minutes of fighting with my hair, I got it combed back. It was... like that Soc in my history class. I pulled on the pink shirt; it was loose. Dropping the towel, I reached for my boxers. They were pink. Our mother washed them with Ken's shirt! Great... I pulled them on anyways, then slid on the tight jeans. I made my way out of the bathroom. It was connected to my room, so I was right at my bed. Ken was standing in the doorway.

"Aww, pretty in pink."

"Shaddup."

"C'mon, lets get the wig on." She grabbed onto my biceps and pulled me to the chair. She sat me down and froze to play with my hair. "Wow! Your hair is so... soft."

"What?"

"I mean, I've never seen it without hair oil."

"Hurry up with the wig before I change my mind and tell Randl– er, Steve about your plan! And... you're lucky you're flat chested." I got a swap on the back of the head for that remark. She finally pulled my hair into the wig and pulled it down and on straight. I looked... weird! She went 'Aww' again.

"You look adorable!" I sighed, bowing my head. I looked girly. But I looked just like her! I got up and placed my fists on me hips.

"Are you happy, Ken?"

"Yeah!"

"Good. You owe me." I turned to face her and put on a girly smile. "Do my homework for a month?" I rocked the voice imitations! I sounded just like her. She had gone white in the jaw, then busted out laughing.

"Keith! You rock at the voice thingie!" she laughed out, "But you're right, I owe you one. I'll do half of your homework for a month."

"Half?" I whined, "Awww..." then I crossed my arms, "Alright... But one question? Why Steve?"

"He's fun to tease." I nodded at that one. "Hey, want me to do you?" she asked. Imitate me?

"Sure why not?" Then, she slouched, leaned on an imaginary wall, she's good at that, and grinned like she was drunk. Little brat.

"Who you callin' bums, pal?" she said in a deep voice. She sounded like me. Weird.

"We can pull this off!" I yelled.

"YEAH!" we both said. Oh boy, what are we into?

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