A/N: I do not own any characters in this story that are featured in the novel The Outsiders by SE Hinton.
I flung the front door open in a fury. I marched over to Two-Bit and wrapped my arms around his waist and pressing my head against his chest, oblivious to the blood that was now pouring over my head.
"I'm so sorry," I mumbled as I pulled away. When I glanced up at his face I was surprised to see him smirking cockily.
"So, you like me, huh?" he asked coolly.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. Only he could have his face cut to ribbons and still think the situation is funny.
"Just get on the bike," I said.
Two-Bit grinned as he climbed on behind me. "Where to, pretty lady?"
"St. John's, you idiot. You have an entire chunk of your face missing; do you really think I wouldn't make you go to the hospital?"
After three hours and twelve stitches, Two-Bit was released from the hospital. I made the mistake of telling the nurse that I wasn't family, so I had to sit in the waiting room until he was finished. Dallas came and sat with me for a while, but we didn't talk. The rest of the gang was at the Curtis' house when we arrived. Nobody spoke.
An hour of awkward silence later, Dallas walked over to Two-Bit and asked if they could talk out back. Two-Bit nodded and followed him out the back door through the kitchen.
I got up off the couch and walked across the living room to the bathroom. The window was half open already. I climbed up onto the toilet seat and peeked out.
Two-Bit and Dallas leaned against an overturned picnic table that was laying in the middle of the otherwise empty yard.
Dallas turned to Two-Bit. "Sorry I punched you. I really didn't remember I had a ring on."
Two-Bit nodded. "Sorry I tried to bone your sister. I really do like her a lot."
Dallas' jaw tightened, but he nodded back. "So we're cool?" he asked.
Two-Bit grinned. "We were always cool." They shook hands and stood up to go inside.
I hopped off the toilet seat and made to leave the bathroom, but when I turned around, Two-Bit was already standing there. He winked at me and took my hand.
A/N: HELP! I need a plot idea and I need it fast! Where do you think the story should go from here?
