Steve's POV:
"How's the kid?" I asked Two-Bit shouting over the noise of the bar
"I don't know when I left his fever was 102.9. If it gets any higher it might require a hospital visit" I took a swig of my beer. Why couldn't the kid just grow up. Why'd he have to throw a hissy fit all the time. He almost made Soda crap a brick before he even had the chance to see Ponyboy. I sighed.
"Can't he just get over himself!" I slammed my beer down. "Do you know what this does to Soda? It kills him inside and soon he's not going to be able to handle it anymore! He has a breaking point too and he's damn close to reaching it!" Two-Bit stared wide-eyed, I was out of my chair now. I finished my bottle and chucked it against the wall over the pool table hearing it shatter as it make contact with the dart board's bullseye.
"Jeez Steve if he can handle the Randle I think he can handle anything" Cute comment Two-Bit I thought. I couldn't keep watching Soda get crushed every time Pony over reacts over something like a damn cold. I ran out of the bar leaving money for my beer with Two-Bit (and all my common sense), as I swiftly exited .
I know this one is REALLY short but I'm adding another. I just thought we should see what Steve's up to. Thank you so much for all the wonderful followers, reviewers, and readers! Hope you enjoy and thanks for all the good comments!
