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Two-bit, Steve, Dallas, and Johnny felt uncomfortable. What sane greaser would be in a cheesy restaurant like this? The greasers sat in a soc-greaser restaurant that was cheap enough for Socs but fair enough for greasers. Johnny looked up from the window by his booth.
He looked across him at Dallas.
"Do you think, do you think they'll show?" he asked nervously. He's cautious, on red alert like the rest of the gang. Johnny didn't like violence, but after the couple of years he's had, Johnny finds it mighty tempting.
Without looking up and missing a beat, Dally lit his cigarette. He took a slow drag and replied, "Yeah kid. Don't sweat it. They don't even know we're here".
Two-bit surveyed the scene.
"Don't worry kid," he assured his small friend. "Sadly, we're not here for a fight. That's what the rumbles gonna be for. Them sorry ass Socs won't know what hit him". The jokester of the group was unusually serious, but he still managed to keep his humor.
"We should give them a warm-up though. Let them know what's waiting for them". Steve sat by Johnny picking at his fries on the outside of the booth. His demeanor was careless, but for everyone who knew him-he was guarded. He was just waiting for the right time to strike.
"As much as I'd like that, we have to go to the Curtis's tonight Randle. Let them know what's going down soon," Dally responded in a careless tone. His eyes scrutinized the sight behind Steve.
"Guess who just walked in".
"Are we gonna go after them, Dal?"
"Not yet Two-bit".
"We'll go when they leave". No one knew about what actually happened to Ponyboy besides his friends and gang and the assaulters. If the law was fair and if the Socs got caught, they'd be behind bars and out of high school before you know it. Steve smirked.
"They won't even see it coming.
After 20 minutes the Socs finally got out of their booth and walked out the door.
"Showtime boys". Dally was getting in his dangerous mood, his rumble mood. His game face was resilient and warning. Two-bit took one more chuck of his beer before following the rest of the gang out the door.
Eric was walking to the car with a leap to his step. He felt accomplished and proud of what he did to Ponyboy, so he took his boys out to eat. If only my brother were here.
"Hey Eric, remember what happened to Ponyboy. What it ends up like last time?" asked David nervously. He was all for getting revenge for Bob, but he didn't want things to go haywire like last time.
Eric scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Shut up, you and my brother were too drunk to do things right. So ya'll got caught. If you didn't let your guard down while drowning the kid, you would've seen the other kid coming at my bro with a freakin' knife. If I was there Bob would've been alive and there'd be two less greasers in Tulsa," he retorted coldly. Little did he know that he was and his pals were being followed.
"Wanna run that by us again buddy?" A cold voice broke out in the middle of the parking lot.
Eric turned around to see 4 figures coming towards him and his friends.
I decided while putting the last dish on the table, that a nap would do me some good. My eyelids were heavy and I didn't have the strength to open them. Curling up, I dove further into the blanket hoping it would block out the noise. I let the waves of sleep carry me through.
"Ponyboy, wake up. Time to get up now baby, come on," a voice floated into my sub consciousness. I couldn't be dreaming could I?
A different voice. A sigh
"Come on kiddo, time to get up. Don't you want to eat the nice dinner you cooked for us all tonight?" The voice compromised.
Of course, Darry and Soda were trying to get me up so I could eat. It all made sense. I felt slow and sluggish though. I didn't want to leave the couch. I just wanted to sleep.
"Come on Pone," persuaded Soda. I resisted the urge to groan in annoyance as I slowly tried to push myself off of the couch with the help of an arm around my waist.
Just as I was about to sit up fully, the door slammed open. Again, I swallowed the groan that was crawling up my throat, like it needed to get out in order for me to breathe. All the same, I swallowed it down.
"Hey Curtis', how ya'll doin?" Two-bit's voice practically shouted. Soda helped me sit all the way up as I leaned on him, Darry's hand supporting my back.
I looked up to see Steve, Johnny, Two-bit, and Dally file into the living room. Two-bit stared at me as he wore a large comical grin on his face. I glared my own pair of ice cold daggers drenched in venom at him. Now don't get me wrong, I love the guy like my own brother vice versa. However, I was not in the mood. I was tired and cranky, like someone stole my stash of cigarettes or something. I made sure he knew how I was feeling. A few years back I made sure to master a glare that surpassed Dallas Winston's but rivaled my own brother's. Dallas glares practically all the time though. Ours only comes out when we're real ticked off. The 'Curtis Temper' as my dad used to call it. When my whole family was pissed it was like a volcano erupted or a hurricane took place.
It happened a few times. Like when someone shoved me in a track match so I would bite the dust, literally. Or when Johnny got beat up.
"Aw relax kid, I got something to help cheer you up," he said cheerfully with a bit of hope in his eyes. He leapt over to me and gently tugged my hand until I was standing. Two-bit led me to the front room where I saw balloons tagged, 'It's a boy' and 'get well soon'. What also caught my eye was a huge blue teddy bear. He let go of my hand and chugged it at me. My sharp reflexes caught it. It took up half of my body. I was too old for stuffed animals in my opinion, but I got the reference of my friend's intentions.
I stared at the stuffed animal for a moment longer as a smile crept its way onto my face. I looked at Two-bit and gave him a small smile for cheering me up. His infamous grin spread across his face as he picked me up and gave me a gentle, but firm hug.
"I'm glad you're alright," he whispered in my ear.
"Me too". I couldn't stop the grin from spreading across my face.
I tore a chunk off of my fried chicken leg and ate it delicately. The dinner with the gang wasn't chaotic like it normally was, but it wasn't quiet either.
"There's gonna be a rumbles soon. Skin only," Dally said while chugging down his beer. I dropped my fork so fast I thought it was gonna propel back at me. My wide eyes stare back at Dally.
"Why?" I manage to spit out. I didn't want violence. No, I didn't need this.
"For what they did to you, kid. This has gotten out of control," he tells me.
"You know I'm not the revenge type for myself".
"Well hell kid, this isn't just about you anymore. It's about the whole damn town," Steve tells me coolly. It didn't make it better though.
"I just don't want anyone getting hurt".
"Skin only Pone. Besides, we have to get even. Not just for what they did to you and Johnny kid, but for all of us. Tulsa's going downhill fast and I don't plan to get dragged down with it," Two-bit finished.
I took another spoonful of Macaroni and swallowed it. It tasted stale now all of a sudden. I understand where their coming from, but that doesn't mean I like it.
I looked up in time to see my brothers share a look of worry. I just looked down and continued eating.
Man, ma's gonna kill me for being home so late after I was supposed to watch my little sister Karen. She's gonna have my ass in a sling. These were the thoughts zooming through my head as I drove my car to get back home.
After slamming the door and bounding up the stairs I hesitated to open the door.
Deep breaths Two-bit. Deep breaths.
"That's great Keith, come here for a second huh?" If she was using my fi9rst name something must be going on. I rubbed my chin as I narrowed my eyes.
"Hey Ma, I'm home," I shouted. My steps faltered as I came in the kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen table with my 13 year old sister and my mother, was someone I forgot about a long time ago.
"Two-bit".
"What the hell are you doin' here?" I demanded. Hot rage bursted through me as I stared at the person who was not welcome in this house.
"He just came to visit Sweetie," said my mom.
Karen had the same look of defiance I have, but she also had hope.
"Two-bit, I'm sorry I left son, but I'm trying to make this right.
"You already have a family. What you left them too? I hope not cause I'm not your son. You don't get to beg for my forgiveness. ," I said as I stormed out. My sister on my heels.