Summery:

All it took was one drink and three were dead.

"Come on Two-Bit. Let me drive." Arabella (Bell for sort.) begged her boyfriend.

"Bell I'm Hick fine." Two-Bit protested.

"No your not, you're drunk. Look, how many fingers am I holding up?" She asked.

"Five?" His voice slurred.

"Wrong. Four Two-Bit, I'm holding up four fingers." Bell said annoyed.

"Come on please let me drive around the corner to prove I'm not drunk." Two-Bit begged.

"Fine but then I'm driving." Bell gave in and hoped into the passenger's side as her drunken boyfriend hoped into the driver's seat.

As they started to swerve Bell grabbed for the seat handle. "Two-Bit, pull over, I'm driving."

"But…" Two-Bit tried to protest but Bell cut him off.

"Now Two-Bit! Pull over now!" Those were the last words screamed before they hit a couple than ran into a phone poll.

When Two-Bit came to he sat bolt right, then screamed in agony as he fell back on the bed. The doctor rushed in just in time to see him fall back.

"Mr. Mathews you can't sit up like that. In fact I'll be very surprised if you ever walk again."

Two-Bit's eyes went wide as he remembered what had happened. He then looked at the doctor and asked one simple question, "Where's Bell?"

It was all over the news, '3 killed in drunken accident. Drunk still alive.' Keith had wanted to be famous but not for this.

The funeral was set for the following Wednesday and with a little convincing the doctor le him out in a wheel chair. When he got there Bell's parents came up to him.

"Two-Bit, we would like you to say a few words about Bell. Could you do that?" He didn't know if it was punishment or if they didn't know. Though he could tell by the way both parents wouldn't look at him in the eye that they knew.

So when his name was called he wheeled himself up the plat form and took the mic. "I was given short notice about this so I don't have vary much to say. We both were at a party and there was some drinking. Bell wouldn't touch the stuff but I had one glass.

"By the end of the party I was drunk as all get out. Bell tried to get the keys from me but I persisted by saying that I was fine. She gave in.

"We started swerving and we ended up killing 2 of our friends and I ended up running into a phone poll. Killing Bell." He stopped for a moment, not trusting his voice.

"I…I will never forget her words. The way she said them and the way she screamed. I…" His voice cracked and he took a deep breath, steadying his voice, "I loved her and I wish I had listened to her. I'm going to miss her." He then put down the mic and wheeled of the stage.

Arabella was buried that day. Her grave said,

Arabella Kevins

Born July 10 1990

Died July 10 2006

Beloved Daughter, Aunt,

Granddaughter and

Girlfriend.