I'm back people. Yep! I kept Pony alive (I love him too much). But I probably won't be able to update in the next two weeks. SO until then I am going to have to give you the coolest, most awesome, sick –nastiest chapter until I can update again. Here we go!
Steve's POV
"Two Bit…" and then he just collapses. Two Bit catches him before he can fall though. Oh my God. He's actually still alive, he managed to survive somehow. H-how in the hell is he not dead? My heart is racing a mile a minute as I try to piece together everything that has happened up to this point. No way, no fucking way he can still be alive. It's not possible. This isn't happening! This isn't happening.
I crouch down in the snow and stare at the kid in disbelief. Two Bit pulls of his jacket and wraps it around him to keep him warm. It still is freezing cold out here, we have no car, and I don't even think that we are in Tulsa anymore. Two Bit glances over at me and I turn away sighing. Man, I did a lot of stuff that I am not proud of. I don't want to know what Two Bit is thinking, and I really don't care if Mr. Back from the Dead, over there wakes up or not. Because when he does, all hell is going to break loose. So I am still thinking about all of this when Two Bit looks over at me and I look at him a little blankly.
"Uh, how is he?" We both look at the kid then.
"He's safe. That's all that matters." He says a weak smile on his face.
"Yeah." He gives me this look that lets me know that he forgives me, but that doesn't make me feel any better. I still feel a little crappy about everything that happened. And to think that I actually wanted to…naw I have to get that out of my head now. Somewhere along the way a thought popped up in my head.
"Hey I have an idea." I say.
"What?"
"I think that we should split up." I get and this time, take an actual look at our surroundings. We are still a little ways from Lake Whitney. The car is completely gone but I think that in the distance I can see a road or something.
"You think you can find a gas station or a store, and then maybe we could make a phone call?" I frown at this and then turn back to him.
"Call who?"
"The gang, of course." He scoffs. Aw shit! I never even thought about that! What are they all going to say? Darry's going to murder me. Soda's going to hate me. Darry's going to murder me. Whatever Dally thinks, Johnny is sure to follow. DARRY IS GOING TO MURDER ME! Not happening, I am not telling them anything at all. I make my way over to the two of them and look down at the kid. He's alive but he is still unconscious. Alright lets thing about some things for a second: Maybe I'm just going crazy. I mean Two Bit already forgave me. He's better with the kid than I am, he can talk some sense into him. Or maybe I can talk him into forgetting that any of this stuff ever even happened. We were driving and he fell asleep? Ugh. Even I know how stupid that sounds.
"Hey, on second thought maybe we should just walk home. I mean we can't be that far away can we."
"Uh yeah. We're like ten miles from Tulsa, not to mention we don't have a car, and I don't know if Pone would even make it. Face it; we're seriously in deep trouble." I ran a hand through my hair and sigh deeply. Man, he's right about that.
"Okay, you stay here and I'll go see if I can find some place with a phone."
"Steve? Are you—"
"Sure? Yeah. I guess I am." Yep. I don't know what the hell I was thinking either, but that's what ended up happening.
"Okay. Oh here." He reaches into his pocket and pulls about his switchblade and holds it out to me. I just stare at it. "Go on, take it." I grab it.
"Thanks." I say and I mean it.
"Sure. And Steve?" I turn back taking one last look at the scene ahead of me.
"Just be careful." I nod. But Two Bit, you can't use my name and careful in the same sentence, I choose not to say that though. I slip the blade into my pocket and start walking to that road.
I don't know how long I had been walking but I was getting pretty tired. When my legs finally gave out, I just took a seat on these steps by this sidewalk. Wait, steps? Yes! I can't believe I actually found a house. I instantly get up and start banging on the door.
Knock
Knock
Knock
It takes a pretty good while but somebody finally opens up. It's this real socy broad, so my first thought is: Damn. She's going to call the fuzz or her old man is going to handle it.
"Can I help you?" She asks. She actually sounds scared, probably thinks I just some hood.
"Yeah, you got a phone or something I can use please." She opens the door a little wider and lets me in.
Ashley was her name. She was actually pretty decent for a soc, pretty too. So I come into the house and I find out that her parents were out on vacation. She was going to let me stay for the night too. But I told her that I actually had somewhere to be. No way was I going to tell her what happened. She might have flipped. We walk into her living room.
"Okay here's the phone. I'll be upstairs if you need anything else okay?"
"Sure, thanks." She nods and smiles at me. After everything that happened, it makes me feel like I'm not a complete piece of shit.
I pick up the receiver and make a phone call to the Curtis'. For every time that it rings it seems like hours have gone by. I close my eyes and almost hang up when I hear somebody finally answer.
"Hello?" An anxious voice answers.
"Hey Soda."
"Steve? Where in the world have you been? You guys were supposed to be home hours ago? We've been so worried and looked everywhere for you guys. We called your dad and Two Bit's mom and neither of them knew where you guys were. Where's Two Bit? How's Ponyboy, is he okay? Where—?"
"Sodapop calm down. Ev-Everything is just fine." Yeah, that's a laugh.
"Really?"
"Um. Yeah. The party was cancelled so, we-we decided to uh. Have…a…SLEEPOVER! At Two Bit's." Wait didn't he say that he called Two Bit's mom. I hope that Soda doesn't realize that anytime soon.
"A sleepover?"
"Yeah." There is a long silence and it scares me. What the hell am I doing? Obviously he's not going to believe this. Then I hear a sigh of relief on the other side.
"Good. I wow. Golly, you guys had me scared for a minute." I give a weak chuckle. "Sorry buddy."
"No problem. You should just call next time okay?'
"No problem." Damn, Soda. I'm sorry.
"How is it?" How's what? Unfortunately I spoke my mind.
"The sleepover ya dope."
"Oh yeah, yeah its fun."
"Cool. Hey can I talk to Pone?" Shit shit shit shit shit shit.
"NO!"
"Why?"
"He's uh. He's sleep and I don't want to wake him up. Kid looked tired, y'know?"
"Oh. Okay! Well I'll see you guys tomorrow. Have fun. Pick you up at ten!" WHAT?
"SODA?"
"Night, Stevie!"
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
