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Two-Bit: You hate Darry? (glaring at Kendra)
Kendra: (corsses arms) I just dont trust him, Keith...
Two-Bit: Don't call me that in public.
Darry: I'm actually in this one!
Two-Bit: So is Tim, but you don't see him running up here and yelling "Hello Mom!" (Tim runs up behind Two-Bit and mouths the words "Hi Mom!")
Darry: Ace doesn't own The Outsiders...
Me and Kendra walked down the street to the Curtis house. Ken told me not to fight anyone as long at I was in the stupid ass wig. I obeyed, only cause Ken isn't one to fight. She may be a greaser and enjoys getting a punch in on a feely Soc, but she despises fights. Oh, did I say she hates Darry? It's true, she hates Darrel. Who'd ever thunk it? She says one day I'll end up getting punched in the face by him if he ever lost his temper. I kept telling her he'll never do that. He'd never hurt a fly. Maybe a Soc or Steve, but not a fly. I wished I had a beer now. We approached the front gate of the Curtis house. I went first, out of habit, and she followed. First person we say was Darry, go figure. She glared at him.
"What's with you, Two-Bit?" he asked her. She forced on a smile.
"Nothin' Dar..." she said imitating my voice again. I figured I had to do so also. I looked back at her and she gave me a look that said, Let's see how long we can fool them. I sighed, grinned at her, and turned back to Darry. I flashed a look at him, and went to the couch. I sat right on the legs of a sleeping greaser. I looked down. Tim Shepard? Why's he here?
"Why's Timmy here?" I asked Darry, who just shrugged.
"Found him there this morning." He took a swig of coffee. I moved Tim's legs and sat down. In moments, his legs made their way to my lap. Awkward. I'd think Dally would be there, not Tim. Well, next time, I'll sit on him. Finally, Tim stirred and woke up. He looked over at me and I waved at him. He grunted, swung his legs off of me, and sat up.
"Tim, why you here, kid?" Darrel said. Tim looked up, running a hand through his messed up and slightly greased hair.
"I came looking for Dallas. He never came. I fell asleep. Now, I'm leaving." All in one breath, wow. He stood and walked for the door. I smiled in spite of myself. Ken was leaning in the doorway. Tim pushed her aside and left. Now, Darry got suspicious. He stood and went right up to Ken. Darry's one smart guy, he'll figure it out. After all, Ken is a little shorter than me and has bright blue eyes. He stared her right in the eyes.
"Question?"
"Sure."
"Why dress like Two-Bit?" I knew it. Ken didn't though.
"What do you mean?" Darry pointed to me.
"Come here." and I did before he decided to drag me up there. He stood us side by side. "Two-Bit has gray eyes. Kendra, you have bright blue. Two-Bit is six feet tall. Kendra, you are five foot nine." She turned her head towards me.
"He's good..."
"And Two-Bit, why dress like Kendra?" he asked me, taking off my wig. His eyes went a little wide at my un-greased hair.
"I wanted to be the scariest thing alive today." Kendra hit me of course. Darry was still wide eyed at my hair. Jeez, I thought Steve was bad, standing there, rubbing my head saying how funny I looked. Now Darry was just staring at me. "Earth to Darrel Curtis! You need to put your eyes back in your head before you catch an asteroid." I said, waving my hand in front of his face.
"He dead?" Ken asked. Darry snapped out of it finally.
"He lives!" I yelled. He shot me a look. "Hey, Dar Dar, can I borrow a shirt? Little miss forgetful forgot my jacket..."
"Dar Dar?" both Darry and Ken asked.
"Wow, did you practice that?"
"No. And yeah, you can use one of my shirts."
"Thanks, now you two kids play nice." I went to Darry's room and began to snoop for a shirt. I found one in a drawer, it was olive green and a little big for me. I took off the pink shirt of Kendra's and slid on the green one. Darry has a mirror in his bathroom. I went in and took a good look. My hair was messed up from pulling off the wig. I rummaged through the cabinet and found a comb. When I got to the hair oil, Darry was out. I sighed and ran the comb through my hair. Well, at least I looked a little better. I walked back out to find Darry and Kendra in a glaring contest. She looked over at me.
"Tell Darrel to stop picking on me!" she said, giving me puppy dog eyes. Darry looked at me.
"I am not picking on her."
"Yeah you were."
"No I wasn't."
"Ken, stop framing Darry, Darry, stop looking so mean." I said, sitting on the couch. Darry glared at me, the pulled his paper up in front of his face. "So, Dar, where's Pone and Johnnycake?"
"They went to the movie house."
"Do they need someone to pick them up?"
"I'm supposed to." he said, flipping the page.
"I can do it so you can cook." I said, standing. He peered at me over the top of the paper.
"Are you sure, little buddy?"
"Why not?" I looked up at the clock. Ken was glaring at Darry again before she sat down on the farthest spot on the couch away from him. "When's the movie end?" He looked up too.
"In about ten minutes."
"Hey, I'll go get them now. My car is out at the DX station so I'll walk with them." I un-zipped my jeans and tucked my shirt in, then zipped them back up. I turned to Kendra, "Hey, stay here with Darry, would ya?" She grunted.
"No way am I staying with Mr. Superdope alone." she flashed him a look, "Who knows what he'll do..." I was rolling up the short sleeves of the shirt to my shoulder blades.
"Oh, come on..." I pleaded, sticking out my bottom lip. Darry looked up at me and grinned. Ken pouted. "Besides... You still owe me..."
"I do not!" she exclaimed, getting to her feet.
"You do too! Just stay here and I'll be back soon. Besides, Sodie and Stevie will be back any minute now." This time I pouted. She sighed, defeated, and kicked off my boots.
"Take these so you can run."
"Fine..." I kicked off the tennis shoes and slid into the boots. I went to the door and looked back at Ken, who was flipping me the bird. "Darry," I turned to him, "Don't eat Ken while I'm gone, okay?"
"Why'd I want to eat her?"
"Right, see ya'll later." and with that, I went out the door.
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