Author Note: Sorry it took me so long to post the next chapter. I had finals and also, the story is close to it's ending and I don't want to rush it. I've done that before with good stories and I don't want to do that to this one.
I also wanted to let you know that this story does actually have a 2; if I get enough interest I'll post it.
Two-bit:
Riley's entire personality changed after being told she had to go to her mom's. She would sleep more, probably hoping we would believe she went back into her coma. A simple pinch would wake her right up, so that plan didn't work. She also refused to go to physical therapy.
"Riley…" Ponyboy was pleading with her. "You can't walk again without therapy."
"Exactly!" She bellowed. "And then I can't leave!"
I laughed. "They'll just make you roll out of here on a wheel chair then."
Riley sighed in frustration. "Then I'll run away!"
Steve stood up and stretched. "Gotta walk to run."
"Shut up!" Riley snapped. "Ponyboy, flip him off for me!"
"No thanks."
"Fine, Two-bit you do it!"
"Go to therapy and I'll ask them to help you learn that first."
"Do you guys want me to leave?" Her voice broke on the last word and tears started to weld up in here eyes."
"Stop it, Riley, you know that's not it." Darry said, leaning against the doorframe. "We want you to walk."
"If I learn to walk, then I'll be walking all the way to Wisconsin."
Darry smirked. "You can loose all the weight you gained from Pony stuffing food down your throat." Darry walked over to the bed. "Though, I'm sure they'd at least let you have a horse and carriage for your luggage."
She laughed lightly. "Do you have to be a smart ass?"
"Do you have to be a stubborn ass?" Steve coughed.
"Will someone flip him off now, please?"
Sodapop stood up and walked up next to Steve. "A slap on the wrist make ya happy?"
"Make it the head."
Sodapop clapped Steve on the back of the head, making him jump. "Now will you go?"
Riley sighed. "Fine! But I want to learn to use my fingers first!"