"So....the doctor told ya that you were okay?" Two-bit nodded cheerfully as we walked side by side down the street (we weren't holdin' hands or anything.....there were still people walkin' about the town). "Yeah! I was worried that they'd send me to the crazy place or somethin'. But nope...I'm as good as gold." I smiled as I padded his shoulder.

"That's good, man. Did the doctor say anythin' about....you know..." He looked at me with a slightly less cheery expression on his mug and replied with, "Yeah....that rat bastard said that I was "sufferin'" from depression, slight anxiety and a huge case of homosexuality...." That statement made me stop dead in my tracks and face him sternly. "Wait a sec....you said nothin' about depression and anxiety before..."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Really? I woulda figured you'd guessed it already!" He started to laugh as I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah....it's so funny that you're a nutcase, Two-bit."

He continued to laugh as we continued to walk to the Curtis house. I love the guy with all my heart....but he needed to know that depression was nothin' to laugh about. That meant that I'd have to always worry about him killin' himself.......that was NOT gonna be fun.....but I suppose I'll have to deal with it, huh? Whenever he finally calmed himself down from his laughing fit, he looked over at me and cocked his eyebrow again.

"Dally....?" I sighed as I faced him again. "Dal....you don't have worry, okay? Just because there's a few things wrong with me.....it don't mean I'm gonna do somethin' stupid." This time, I started to laugh.

"Two-bit, you do somethin' stupid everyday!" He shrugged and calmly replied with, "Maybe so.....but I won't do anythin' that I'll regret, that's for sure." I sighed again. "So.....would suicide count as somethin' that you wouldn't regret doin'?"

Again, we stopped. His facial expression started out as a shocked "Oh no you didn't just say that" look and slowly drifted into a cute "Aw, you're worried about me" look. "Aw-ha.....Dallas Winston's worried about me!" I said nothin'.....I couldn't say anything; he was absolutely right.

He bit his lip and wrapped his arms around me almost instantly. "Dally....I'd never do somethin' that stupid. I may've gotten arrested before for doin' flips while I was drunk....but I ain't stupid enough to end a life that has just recently gotten worth livin'. I tried to hide my smile as ran my fingers through his hair. "I'd hope not....I love ya too much to lose you."

Goddamnit....I'm turnin' into such a fuckin' softy!! Urgh.....I hate it.... No, I don't hate bein' with Two-bit, but I sure do hate that I ain't as hard anymore (*sigh*......no, that wasn't a joke about my dick. Sickos...). Sure, I still purposely did shit around Socs and cops....but not nearly as much to other people as I used to.

Hmm....I know what I need! I need to find another group of people besides children and old people to torture. I looked around for a second while Two-bit held on to me. Soon, I spotted a group of smelly, stoned adults sittin' crossed-legged....playin' guitar while singin' about world peace.

Ugh.....hippies. Looks like I've found my answer, huh? So with that, I slowly pulled away from Two-bit and grabbed his hand. Then I jerked him roughly with me as he made our way to the group of stoners.

One skinny fellow with long, dirty blond hair and oval-shaped glasses waved at me. "Hello there, brother.....looks like you two've come to help stop war and oppression, right?" Two-bit cocked an eyebrow and replied with, "What makes you think that we're gonna help you, exactly?" The man grinned and pointed at our jointed hands.

I looked at my hand, tightly graspin' on to Two-bit's hand, and looked back at the hippie. "What does bein' a faggot have to do with war?!" The hippie, along with a couple of skinny dudes and one skinny broad, started laughin'. Once they stopped, the guy stood up and offered me his hand.

"You're obviously opposed to the cruel treatment of gays and lesbians, yes? Well....that's one step to being one of us....we just need to know what your stance on the government and war is." I shoved his hand away from my face and spat back venomously with, "If we don't fight in the war, the Reds'll kick all our asses and we'll all become goddamn communists!" The guy's mouth dropped and he turned to face his friends while I continued with, "Oh and another thing......I'll NEVER be one of you losers. I'm a greaser...a JD-a hood.....I ain't some stoned hobo constantly bitchin' about the war and shit." Apparently the guy decided to forget I was even there because he then threw his hand out for Two-bit.

"What about you? You look like an innocent soul who can see behind the cruel lies the media tells us about the war. And I'm sure that you'd be willing to make it public that you won't stop until the war is over." I looked over at him as he came back with, "Heh, innocent.....yeah right. You-eh-...you look like you just got kicked outta your house by your nearly anorexic wife, Sunflower, and now the only way you get money is by beggin' people to become just as big of potheads are you are." He shook his head. "N-No, I-"

"Look, just because me and Dally ain't straight don't mean that we're gonna give up our greaser status and start wearin' flower print pants. If we don't fight the communists, we'll all be screwed. I know it....Dally knows it....hell, I'm sure y'all all know that, too." They all looked frantic at this point as I grinned devilishly at my loser boyfriend...whom has my heart 'til the very end of time. "Sure, I'll admit that gays had more rights....but I ain't about to start bitchin' to the media about it." The smelly hippie's face lowered and he started to rub...Two-bit's face....sonuvabitch.

I shoved his hand away from Two-bit's face and tackled him onto the ground. Instead of beatin' his face in, I just pushed my right forearm hard into his throat. "Touch him again and I beat your stoned face in, got it?!" He started to nod heavily.

I got offa him and him and his stoner friends all started runnin' off. Ah.....I feel much better now. Two-bit noticed my newfound glow and he started to laugh. "Well....feel good to be your old, dangerous self again?"

I grinned back at him and grabbed his chin. "Hells yeah, it does. But I ain't entirely back to my "old" self. Wanna know what the difference is?" He nodded as pulled his face forward for a rough, yet satisfyin' kiss. I broke it and smiled down at him.

"I actually know how to love now, man."

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Yay, now you'll get a little insight on everybody else in the next couple of chapters. :D