Okay, so maybe they're not talking to Pony in this chapter... but hey, Two-Bit is talking to Steve.
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Steve was sleeping on the pull out bed in the Matthews house. And as you know, his father must of kicked him out... again... Well, Ms. Matthews really enjoys the company of Steve. He would play with Two-Bit's sister and wrestle with Two-Bit himself. It was never a dull moment when Steve and Two-Bit were awake. For some reason, Steve had a cold chill that stirred him from slumber. He woke and growled. Now, clad in only boxers hanging at his waist, he got up and searched for his jeans. He found the denim and searched in the pocket for his cigarettes. Upon finding one, he lit up and went to open a window. He tripped and fell, making a loud thud then he hopped up like a spring. Steve cracked the window just as something hit his head hard. But the object wasn't hard actually, it was soft and weird shaped. He looked up the stairs to see Two-Bit, wielding another Mickey Mouse doll, staring down at him.
"Geez, Steve. What are you, an ogre?" Two-Bit cracked, coming down the stairs. He was also in boxers but he had a white cut-off shirt on. Rudely, he took the Mickey Mouse doll from Steve's clutch and shoved it under his arm where the other one inhabited. He noticed the red ember in the blackness. It barely lit the area around Steve's face. Two-Bit licked his finger tips and wrapped them around the ember, snuffing the cigarette out. Steve made a face.
"Why'd you do that?" he hissed, breaking the cigarette through his teeth and dropping into his palm.
"Smoking bad for Stevie-boy." Two-Bit cracked. Steve flicked on the light switch behind his head. He saw Two-Bit's eyes slam shut, then blink open. "And light bad for Two-Bitty at four AM." Steve chuckled and returned to the pull out bed. He heard Two-Bit go half way up the stairs and come back down without the dolls. Steve assumed he chucked them at his room or something. Two-Bit joined Steve on the bed. It was silent until Steve had to ask; "Why are you so worked up over smoking?" Two-Bit just grinned.
"Smoking is bad." he said, then yawned.
"I know that but you were a weed fiend. Now you're some... prissy boy!"
"I am not."
"Yeah you are."
"Tell me how."
"You gave up smoking."
"To get on the football team. So you must think Darry is a prissy... he doesn't smoke and he was on the football team."
"Darry's different. He's Superman. You're..."
"I'm what?"
"Cat-man."
"Meow."
"Two-Bit..." Steve chuckled. Two-Bit laid down, not wanting to advance back to his bed. There was another silence.
"But Steve, do you really want black lungs?"
"Since when'd you get so smart?"
"Answer."
"Naw."
"Do you want yellow fingers?"
"No." Then Steve remembered what Soda told him. "I don't want a yellow dick either."
"Your dick smokes?"
"No, but apparently Pony's does." Two-Bit laughed.
"I remember." Soda had called them and Two-Bit was listening on the other line. Steve knew it too, only Soda didn't. Two-Bit flipped onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow. Steve poked Two-Bit with a finger in his rubs. "Stop."
"I hear you want to get Pony to stop smoking." Two-Bit turned his head slightly to look at his friend.
"I wanna get you to quit too."
"Why?"
"Smoking kills."
"Yeah... bu-."
"No buts. Besides... smoking is stupid."
"No it aint." Two-Bit flipped back to his back and stared at Steve hard.
"Okay, I admit it calms down Pony when he smokes. It made Soda look cool, Dally has a bad habit and I can't see why he smokes. And you... I have no clue why you do."
"It helps me escape the real world and it puts me to sleep."
"Eventually, they'll give you a dirt nap." added the older greaser. Steve scratched himself quietly, thinking. "You know all the stuff that's in there, right?"
"Kinda."
"Tar... some stuff to preserve dead animals... carbon monoxide... some more big word stuff. Ask Soda or Dar, they know." Two-Bit looked over at Steve, who had a disgusted look on his face.
"Tar?"
"Yeah, tar."
"Ew."
"No shit." Two-Bit let out another yawn before rolling off of the bed and dreading the climb to his room. He flicked off the lights. "Go to sleep Steve. I don't want you to wake me up again." He said, making it up two stairs before sitting down and using the stairs for a bed. "Damn, I'm tired." he moaned. Steve chuckled.
"C'mon, Cat-man, just sleep down here." he told Two-Bit who sighed, not wanting to get up.
"Carry me, Stevie..."
"Carry yourself." Steve remarked. Two-Bit rolled his eyes back, thinking, before looking at Steve and cocking an eyebrow.
"How do you carry yourself?"
"I don't know... don't ask me."
"I'm asking you."
Steve fingered the pack of cigarettes in his palm, taking his attention away from the other greaser. He wondered if he could really quit just by throwing them away. The bed sank and Steve saw his lump of a friend laying there.
"You give up on the stairs?"
"Yesh, I give up. But if you use me at a stuffed animal to cuddle with, I'll beat you to a pulp, okay?"
"Ok, Cat-man."
"Meow."
REVIEW! Oh, and don't wake up Two-Bit when he is armed with a couple of Mickey Mouse dolls...