I found my USB! XD Ta-da, here's another update. Tell me what you think about it.
This would have been up yesterday, but there was a lot of drama then. I dunno what even happened! I had the decency to sugar-coat some con-crit and the girl freaked out! I mean, seriously, she has SOOOO many flames on her Fic that basically tell her she should crawl in a hole and die, and I thought that was rude so I ignored the multiple grammar and spelling errors and reviewed kindly. She PM'd me for help and I told her how should could distract a reader from her mistakes and she blew up! Like, what the fuck?
If you don't know what sugar-coating is, it's when you cover suggestions in a bunch of compliments and yummy things like that. SO, like I said I dunno why she called me a bitch or even asked for my help in the first place if she knew she wasn't ready to progress. So many immature people on this site, and I'm actually surprised she's 13! There are so many 13-year-olds on this site who act so mature for their age and then there are those that make you wonder if they're even old enough for this site. But I'm 14 and I refuse to argue with someone younger than me, if only by a few months.
Whatever though, I don't have time for all that drama. I'm in High School now; no time for little petty problems. I just want you guys to enjoy this chapter and help me RELAX! Sorry if I'm bumming you out, but I had to express myself. Thank you for reading, if you did.
Tell Me, I wanna Know
It had been three weeks since Two-Bit and Ponyboy last... you know, and it was really starting to eat at them. Pony hid it better than Two-Bit did though. Two-Bit had become more than a bit more irritable and his witty remarks had stopped all together. He looked ill; the dark circles under his eyes made him look hungover though he hadn't had a drink since Pony and him got together. If someone walked in the house, it would seem as if Two-Bit hadn't moved. He had been sitting in the same spot on the couch for days, it seemed.
"Shit Two-Bit, what the hell happened to you? Were you hit by a truck?" That was Steve's way of showing he cared and was very concerned for his friend. He sat on the left of the burly greaser while Soda sat on the coffee table in front of him.
"I just haven't been sleeping right the past few days." His voice sounded strange, even to him. "I'm fine, honest."
Soda looked him over, "No you're not. What's going on? You and Pony have barely talked to each other. Did y'all split up?"
Two-Bit looked at Soda like he was crazy, "Nah, nothing like that."
"Then what's buggin' ya?" Steve asked.
Two-Bit sighed, "If I tell y'all, will ya help me out?" The two other boys' nodded eagerly. "Okay, Pony and I made a bet to see who could last longer without sex—"
"Pony wins," Steve exclaimed leaning back into the couch. "The kid has gone 14 years without a kiss, I think sex is at the bottom of his check list, if ya know what I mean. He's got this in the bag."
Soda rolled his eyes at his best friend and turned his attention back to Two-Bit. "How long has this been going on exactly?"
"Three weeks, goddamn it, three fuck-less weeks!"
Steve's jaw went slack and Soda made a little squeaking noise in the back of his throat. "It must be one hell of a prize then. What do you get?" Steve asked.
Two-Bit grinned like an idiot, opening his mouth to answer Steve's question. Just as he started talking, he glanced at Soda and changed his mind, thinking it better to keep it to himself than brag about how much Pony puts out. "Don't worry about it, it's a great prize. Definitely worth sex-less weeks." Soda and Steve were going to complain about the denied information, but Two-Bit cut them off. "You guys said you'd help me out."
"I don't know too much about the kid, but I'll do what I can." Steve offered. Two-Bit and Soda, who were a little surprised with his answer, smiled at him before hearing the rest of Steve's comment, "Even though he's got you buried."
Two-Bit sighed and turned to Soda. "What do you know about him?"
Soda shrugged, "Not more than you do I'm sure. But I do know he hates peanut butter and white bread."
Two-Bit smacked his forehead and sunk into his chair. He was definitely screwed with a capital "S".
The door opened slowly and Johnny crawled in, his head down and arms crossed. Two-Bit's eyes grew large and he jumped up.
"Johnny," he yelled, running to the younger greaser. Johnny had helped him out so much already. If it wasn't for him, Pony and Two-Bit wouldn't even be looking at each other. Now, since Johnny and Pony were best friends, he could help him out.
Johnny flinched at the loud sound of his name, his hair flying up before landing on his forehead again. His face was sheet white, and his already large eyes were even bigger.
"Sorry Johnny, I forgot." There was a moment of silence as Johnny calmed himself down a bit. "Anyway, you're Pony's best friends, right?"
Johnny looked at Two-Bit carefully before nodding his head slowly.
The burly greaser slowly wrapped his arm around Johnny's shoulders, satisfied with no flinch, he continued. "What do you know that we don't?"
"W-what do you mean?" Johnny knew a lot about everyone in the gang. They were his family and in order to be a good family, Johnny knew he had to listen and observe. He knew a secret or two about everyone. Like how Steve was jealous of his best friends "perfect" life, and that Dally hated to be alone more than anything in the world. He even knew that Two-Bit and Pony liked each other before they did. But what exactly was Two-Bit asking him? He knew everything there was to know about Ponyboy.
"I don't know, man. Does he talk about me?" Okay, Two-Bit will admit that had nothing to do with the contest, but he was worried. He's used to having people update him constantly about what the girl he was with last thought about him. He knew he'd have to get used to that fact that Pony wasn't like that. But hey, does it hurt to try?
Johnny nodded again.
"Of course he talks about you," Steve called from behind the two. "What else does he have to talk about. He doesn't do much."
Soda elbowed his buddy then kindly rephrased. "What he means is, you should ask about Pony's pet peeves, then use it against him."
Two-Bit shrugged and looked at the boy tucked awkwardly under his arm, waiting for an answer.
"I-I... he … hates it when people... ignore him." Johnny was satisfied with this answer.
"Figures," Steve grumbled under his breath. Ignored by some, unheard by others.
"What's that supposed—" Two-Bit arched an eyebrow as a thought popped into his head. "Thanks Johnnycake, you're a life saver!" The three younger greasers looked at each other unsure of what expect.
xXx
"How was your day, Pony?" Soda asked as his younger brother strolled into the house clad in only track shorts and a sleeveless shirt.
"I spent an hour at the library trying to convince the librarian that I turned in "Great Expectations" a long time ago. Then I spent forever behind a couple that couldn't decided what movie they wanted to see. Guess what happened after that!" Pony laughed bitterly, a strange sound coming from him. "Some idiot thought it would be funny to pour Coke down my pants. It was only my luck that my shorts were in Darry's car and he had a few minutes to run them down to me. Isn't that the best day a guy could have?" No one answered, too shocked by Pony's attitude. "I'm takin' a shower."
Soda looked over at Two-Bit who didn't seem fazed at all. He just sat and watched the TV screen. Soda wasn't sure if he liked what was gonna happen.
xXx
"Guys, I can't do this!" Two-Bit cried, running a hand through his hair. You see, Ponyboy had finished showering and sat next to his boyfriend trying, for 10 minutes, to get a response from him. He leaned against him, he held his hand and he even tried whispering dirty thing in his ear, but to no avail. Two-Bit had held his breath every time the younger boy moved to block out the smell of his shampoo and ivory soap. Finally, getting the message that Two-Bit was ignoring him, he left.
"Oh, come on Mathews, it's only been, what, all of 10 minutes? The kid can't be that hard to resist." Steve chided.
Two-Bit immediately disagreed. "Yes it is! He's worse than a broad, that's for sure."
Steve scoffed, "Yeah right."
"Sorry buddy, but I can't believe that about my baby brother," Soda laughed.
"That's easy for you to say, you haven't seen him naked." Two-Bit clearly didn't know how truthful he was in saying that. Soda hadn't seen Ponyboy's butt since he was 6 and Pony was getting a diaper change. As soon as Pony was potty trained and wore "big kid underwear" as their mother had put it, he'd been so conservative about his private areas. If the temperature was just hot enough, Pony might take his shirt off, but that was as undressed as the gang was gonna see him. Except Johnny, Johnny had seen him naked a few times when he was changing. They were best friends and it was okay in a sense.
"Besides," Two-Bit continued, "You don't know what he can do."
"What's he even doing back there?" Steve asked ignoring Two-Bit altogether. There was a moment of silence as the three remaining boys wondered what Pony was doing in his room.
"I bet he's jerking off." Steve concluded. He looked at Soda seriously before they both busted up laughing. Two-Bit rolled his eyes at their immaturity.
"What's so funny?" A small voice asked. Steve took one look at Ponyboy and cracked up even harder.
"Everything come out okay?" Soda smacked the back of his friends head but couldn't hold his own laughter. Pony stood there for a minute. It didn't take rocket-science to discover that they were making fun of him, again. Instead of expressing himself, Pony went to reclaim his seat by Two-Bit. Like planned, Two-Bit ignored him, pretending that Bewitched was the best TV program in the world.
Out of his peripheral vision, Two-Bit could see that Pony had changed into a white shirt and oversized boxers; sleepwear. A glance at the clock and Two-Bit immediately knew why. It was eight-o-clock and even in the summer, Pony followed a strict routine.
"Two-Bit," Pony whispered just quiet enough for his man to hear. No response. Pony sighed then placed a folded sheet of paper on his lovers lap. "'Night Soda, Steve."
"'Night," Soda answered for the both of them. And just as quietly as he came, he was gone.
Two-Bit waited until he was sure Pony was gone before opening the note left on his leg. He gasped at the beautifully drawn puppy on the front. It was hand-drawn and instead of coloring it, Pony had shaded it in the right spots with his pencil. In the puppy's mouth was a sign that read, "I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me." But what really caught Two-Bit's attention were the big, black eyes that looked so sad. Only then did Two-Bit realize what he had done, and all for a stupid contest.
With another sigh, Two-Bit got up and followed Pony's path down the hall. He opened the door and whispered, "Pony?" into the dark room. There was no response and Two-Bit knew he was asleep. He didn't mean to ruin the kid's any day more than it already was, but what was done was done. He surely wouldn't let this go on any longer. Tomorrow morning, when Pony woke up, he'd fix it.
Ah, that just calmed me down a bunch! Slash is a good calming remedy, you should try it. So, what did you think? Damn, this is a long chapter! It took me forever to write it! I love reviews, so please, please, please send me one! XD
