This chapter was so freaking difficult, Hee hee. I almost got writers block but didn't! You guys should check out my poll. You the readers get to decide if Pony survives or not. If not the choice is in my hands Mwhuahahahaha!

Steve's POV

Two Bit looks up at me and pales so much that his face practically blend in outside. We stop arguing for a moment and think hard about this. It is so quiet out that the only noise I can hear is the sound of my heart racing faster because of the mistake that we could have made.

"Two Bit?" He glances up at me for a moment, the fear that he shows is pretty obvious. I am starting to get a little nervous now and I almost regret even saying anything. Do I really want to know what happened? I mean in crappy situations I always try to expect the worse, but to be honest I don't want the worst to happen. Not now. But, I need the truth and I need it right now. I press him for more answers but it isn't getting me anywhere.

"C'mon Two Bit just spill."

"You're going to kill me."

"I am not going to kill you just tell me where the kid is, so we can get the heck out of here and go home." He looks back at the lake and I do too. You can barely see the car anymore, pretty much sunk. When he turns back I gesture for him to continue.

"I don't know." What? Did those words really just come out of his mouth? Next thing I know I'm standing in front of him and shaking him like a madman.

"You don't know? What in the hell do you mean you don't know? How could you not know? You were with him last weren't you? There's only one place he could be. Believe me when I say it: The kid never uses his head but do you really think that he'd be stupid enough to actually stay in the damn car? Huh?"

I was going nuts right now I had no idea how long we had been out here but it was long enough. I was actually starting to miss the kid. And this is where I began to consider some things. What if something did happen to him? He could be—NO! I need to push that thought out of my head right now.

"d be fine." Huh?

"What was that?" I kneel down next to him the cold snow crunching beneath my feet.

"I said when we crashed. We were talking and I was asking him if he knew how to swim and he said yeah. I can't though." I just looked at him knowingly. That's must be why he bounced then and I don't really blame him. Getting back up I start pacing and replaying everything in my head. Why it that we somehow always end up screwed over? I cross my arms desperately trying to keep warm. I left my jacket in that stupid car.

"Steve what are we going to do?" I stop in my tracks and turn to him curiously.

"Whatcha mean?"

"I mean about Pony. I-we-he he could be…" I stop him before he can go any further because I know exactly what he is thinking.

Nothing happened." I try. It's his turn to look at me funny.

"What? We—p"

"Let's get something straight here. The entire reason for us coming out here in the first place was all his idea. Not yours, not mine. I didn't crash that car and it's not like you did either. Neither of us knew that any of this crap was going to happen today." As I am saying this I seem to straying farther and farther away from the lake. I guess Two Bit noticed to because he grabs me by the arm before I can go any further.

"So what are you saying? That this is his fault or something?" I nod at him. Because that is exactly how I feel now that I have put some more thought into this. "We didn't do anything so even if he was gone it wouldn't be our faults." After that he completely blows up on me.

"That's my whole point Steve! We didn't do anything! Something could have happened to him." I shake my head and continue to walk off. "You're paranoid."

"No you just don't give a damn." That got me.

"You want to run that by that by me again grease?"

"Yeah. Clearly you don't care that he might be hurt which doesn't surprise me at all. You always were a jerk and probably hope that something did happen." I glare at him and ball my hands into fists. He sends a death glare my way and whips out his blade. I smirk.

"The fight is on chump."