I love being sneaky. It's always been a personal favorite of mine. So when Two-Bit and I got back home late, I really didn't feel like sleeping in that lumpy futon of a bed on the floor. So, I changed into the only pajama shorts and tank top I could find, and, quiet as a mouse, tip-toed out of my room. When I reached his door, it creaked open right at my touch. I had a feeling the doorknobs in this place weren't the best. And damn it, he was awake. Well…sort of. He was already in bed, eyes closed, and in nothing but boxers. That's alright, though. I've always had a thing for boxers.
He opened a drooping eye at me and a confused expression on his sleepy face. I giggled, and jumped right next to him on the bed. "Come on, Two-Bit, just cause we grew up a little doesn't give you an excuse to break tradition."
He smiled at that. "Hmm, I guess not, huh. Well…come on little lady, I ain't gonna bite." I rolled my eyes and wiggled over to him. Good old Two-Bit. He draped on arm around my waist and I laid my head on his bare chest. I still couldn't believe how much he'd grown up. When we were little, things were a little different. We both were flat chested and when I put my head on his chest, there wasn't ever any muscle there. But, I guess things change, huh. All my old, little scrawny boys were now men with muscles…and sideburns!
"Hey Hazel?" He asked suddenly.
"Yeah, Keith?" That was our relationship right there; I could call him Keith.
He paused for a second, and then asked quietly, "how do you know Dally?"
I sat up in alarm. "I don't!" Pft, like he bought that. He gave me one of those looks. You know, the ones that say, 'I know you're lying, so just spit it out.' I sighed, thinking on what to say. I knew he deserved the truth…but I never, never planned on talking to anyone in Tulsa about Dallas Winston…or New York at all for that matter. "Look," I stated slowly. "I don't feel like talking about it now and I doubt I will anytime soon. But…I spent about a year in New York when I was fourteen and, well, I met Dallas there."
He eyed me not quite suspiciously, but I knew he was itching to ask something else. And I think he made up his mind when he asked, a little nervously, might I add, "Were you two, um…Did you date?"
My eyes shot open, and before I knew what I was doing, I slapped him. "Shit…sorry. I really didn't mean to do that. I, well, I'm sorry," I babbled. I really hadn't meant to slap him, but, well…I could never dream in a million years of dating Dallas Winston. That would just be weird and unnatural. So, I added, a second later, "No, Keith, Dall and I never dated."
He looked a little shocked, a little hurt, and a little confused, but let it go anyway. I knew he'd ask again later. We didn't talk much after that. I laid my head back down on his chest, and he snuck his hand under my shirt and gently rubbed my back. It felt real nice to be back with Two-Bit and have someone to sleep with. I've always hated sleeping alone.