Dally refuses to let Two-Bit go anywhere alone, even to bed. (lol)

Two-Bit POV

Darry made me hit the mattress and get some rest. Of course, I had trouble getting there, but I also refused help from anyone. I got there, after tripping a few times of course. When I finally got there, I laid down, taking up most of the bed. I didn't care, Darry'd just move me when he decided to go to bed too. I laid there, staring at the ceiling. I just couldn't figure out why this whole thing was tearing me up inside. I mean, I didn't kill Tim. Did I? I rolled on my side, sighing at the sharp pain in my leg. I doubt my legs would heal in time for me to do any rumbles any time soon. And my ass still hurt. I face was pressed against the cold surface where Darry's bed met the wall. It felt good, my face was hot. I liked Darry's bed, but his pillow messed up my hair.

"Move over a bit, Two-Bit." said a deep voice. The bed sank on the opposite side of me, I figured it was Darry, so I moved my leg over. But he didn't get under the blankets. An arm was slung over me and hot breath was at the nape of my neck.

"Darry?"

"Guess again." I noticed a small tuft of hair in my face; it was white-blonde and long.

"Dally?"

"Bingo." he whispered, pulling me closer.

"Where's Darry?"

"Couch. He told me to take the bed with you." I chuckled, turning to face him. His eyes were closed.

"You'll catch a cold if you don't get under the blankets, dude." I said, grinning at him. He opened an eye, then closed it again.

"I'm okay."

"If you get sick, I ain't takin' care of you." I said, turning back to the wall. I heard him chuckle into the back of my neck.

"I ain't gonna get sick, idiot."

"What ever you say."

–x-X-x–

I woke up first. Dally was laying with his back to me, his arms folded in front of him. I looked at him and grinned. I had thought for sure he would leave in the middle of the night for Darry to sleep here. Anyways, I got up and, with the help of the wall, went to the bathroom. I leaned on the sink and took a good look in the mirror. I didn't look different, at least in the face. My eyes were still gray, my hair was still long and light brown, my expression... changed a lot. Just my expression. That's the only difference. Instead of a comical grin, I was frowning. I tried to crack a grin, I really did, but I just couldn't.

I turned on the water, ice cold, and dipped my face in it. It sent a shock through my body, waking me up. Reaching for a towel, Dally came in. I looked at him before drying my face. "Did I wake you?" I asked. He grunted.

"Naw... Just time for me to wake up." he said. He was headed to the toilet and working his pants button. I took that as the invitation to get out. I stumbled out and shut the door behind me. I went out to the living room and saw that Darry was awake, reading the paper in his chair. I looked at him. He looked up and smiled.

"Hey, Two-Bit, you okay?"

"Yeah..." I muttered, staggering into the kitchen. Darry musta followed me, cause he cut in front of me and opened the fridge. He took out a few eggs, maybe seven or eight. I noticed and looked at him.

"Did everyone sleep over?" I asked, watching him try to balance the eggs. He nodded and put the eggs down.

"Yeah... Steve is in Pony and Soda's room, Johnny is on the couch, I was in the chair, and you know where Dally was." He said, getting out a pan. "How do you like your eggs?"

"Doesn't matter." He cracked an egg into the pan. My legs began to throb, so I sat down. Darry took a look at me.

"You okay?" he asked. I was rubbing my legs.

"Yeah..."

"You should get back in your wheel-chair."

"No way." I barked, "I feel like a fucking old man." I said, making him laugh. "I'll just go sit down." I said, getting back up. I staggered to the living room and plopped down in Darry's chair.

"Hey." called a voice from the front door. I looked up and saw Kendra walking in, wearing my ripped jeans and one of my Mickey Mouse shirts.

"Kendra, when'd you get out?" Darry called from the kitchen.

"Last night." she muttered, staring at me. I waved at her, like an idiot of course.

"Hi, Ken."

"Hey Keith. How are you."

"Could be better. Could be much better." I said. She cocked an eyebrow.

"Why? What happened?" I was about to say, I was raped, damn it, leave me alone, but I caught myself.

"My legs hurt like hell..."

"I'm sorry."

"Why? You didn't stab me..."

"I started this whole thing, it's my fault." said Kendra, sitting down on the arm of the chair. She was staring hard at me.

"No it ain't." I assured, rubbing her head. She swatted my hand away.

"You know it is. You know it was my fault!" she began to yell.

"Shut your mouth, kid." I finally said. I got up, staggering. She grew white. I was leaning against a wall.

"You're pretty bad off."

"No shit." I sighed, taking a few steps forward. "I'm goin' home." I said, staggering to the door.

"Not without me." I turned to see Dally, standing in the doorway of Darry's room. "I ain't lettin' you go alone, man." he told me, walking up to me. I looked at him, then grinned.

"Alright." I muttered as I walked out the door, "I've never had a bodyguard before."

Gotta admit, this was just a filler/rambling chapter or whatever you want to call it.

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