Hey everybody! I'm sure you're all glad to know that I'm back!! I know, it's been forever since I've done anything with CYLS , but I decided that its time to bring it back. So here's to all of you who've put up with my lack of writing and everybody that has gotten the least bit of joy out of reading CYLS. I've made it extra long for you guys (13 pgs vs the usual 4) so i hope you enjoy it. Happy reading!!!
-MP
p.s. ~~~~ just so you all know, it gets a little detailed near the end. dont worry, nothing too graphic, but you really get every detail that happens. So if you'd perfer to skip over the more...physical M.O.S. scene, then feel free to. I will put ~*~*~ before and after the scene so you know where to skip. If you'd llike to read it just for shits and giggles, then ignore the ~*~*~ and read on through. Just figured i'd be safe/nice and save some of you the embarassment of reading it. Oh, and there is a bit of language in here too. Just fyi.
JAMIE'S POV
The rattling of pot and pans woke me from my deep slumber. I moved to sit up, but I found that I couldn't. Steve's arm was wrapped somewhat tightly around my waist, keeping me from going anywhere. 'No normal person could possibly hold on to anything that tight while they're sleeping' I thought to myself as I studied my situation. The way I saw it, I had two options: one was just lying there until either Steve woke up or someone found us, or two, waking him up myself. Since I knew that I had too much to do today, I felt that the second choice would be better, not to mention more fun.
Carefully, I slid Steve's arm off of my waist and turned him onto his back. Hearing him groan, I stopped what I was doing, thinking he was going to wake up. After a moment, when I was sure that he wasn't going to do anything, I carefully straddled his waist. Just as I was leaning down to his face, I was thrown onto my back.
"And you were planning to do what exactly?" Steve asked, pinning me down to the bed.
"Well, I thought I'd be a nice girlfriend and wake you up. But apparently that didn't go as planned.
"Obviously not," he said, smirking down at me. "But since I'm up now, how about giving me a kiss good morning?"
"I think that could be arranged," I said, leaning up on my elbows to reach him. Without warning, Steve slammed his lips onto mine, pushing me back down into the bed. His kiss seemed to send a jolt of energy through my body. Forgetting totally about everyone that existed outside my bedroom door, I deepened the kiss, not wanting it to end.
Just as soon as I felt Steve pulling on my lower lip with his teeth, someone knocked on my door.
"Time to get up Jamie, it's already 8:30," Darry called through the door,
"Okay Darry, I'm up. I'll be out in a minute," I told him, inwardly groaning for the little interruption.
"It better not be too long of a minute Jamie. And you better have slept on the floor Steve or you should rethink about coming out of that room." As his footsteps faded away, I heard Steve let out an agitated groan. Sighing to myself, I moved to get up. Let's just say that didn't go as planned.
"Steve, would you get off me? If I'm not in that kitchen soon, Darry'll have a horse."
"Well, ya know Jamie, Sodapop always did want Mickey Mouse back." he chided, grinning like a Cheshire cat." I slapped him lightly on the arm.
"Smartass. But seriously, move." Steve shot me a look of annoyance and rolled off of me, landing ever so gracefully on the floor.
"Smooth Stevie, real smooth." Laughing to myself, I slid off the bed and walked to the door. But before walking out, I turned back to my man, still sitting on the floor. "Seeing as you're so content with sitting on the floor, you might wanna move to the kitchen floor, or the living room perhaps; because Darry basically said to stay there if you were in my bed. Just a thought." And with that being said, I walked out the door, hearing Steve scramble to his feet behind me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(One Week Later)
"Uh, Steve, we gotta problem." I looked over at Soda, who was looking at something across 53rd Street. Or, should I say someone. Before I could even register who the figure was, I felt Steve's grip on my hand tighten.
"What are you doing over here Evie?" Steve growled as soon as she got closer. We had all stopped walking, and even though I wasn't looking at either boy, I could tell that they were staring her down; because I was doing the exact same thing.
"What? You saying that I'm not allowed to walk around here anymore?" She snapped her gum loudly, giving me the once-over. "So, this is the little slut you left me for Stevie?"
"Shut the hell up Evie! The way I see it, you're the slut, not her!" Steve moved his hand from mine and put it around my waist.
"That's what you think Sweetie, but you don't know the half of it. I heard from a very reliable source that Miss Priss over here and Curly Shepard got together a few months ago. Said that they even heard noises coming up from where Curly's room is." Steve held me tighter: whether it was out of anger towards me or her, I couldn't tell. And I wasn't exactly in the position to find out; I was too appalled by what was coming out of Evie's mouth.
"Screw not hitting a girl…" I heard Soda mutter. I placed a hand on his arm; the last thing I needed was for him to do something stupid.
"And all those times that she was with that rich-ass soc boy? Let's just say she wasn't screaming because she wanted him to stop."
"That's a lie!" The smug look the Evie had plastered on her face was instantly gone. "I was there the day that fucking soc tried to get to her! He was a fucking bastard and I know for a fact that Jamie would never have gone that far with him!"
The surprise on her face only lasted as long as Steve spoke. "And how can you be so sure of that Babe? They went out for a couple months, and you and I both know that that's more than enough time to "get that far". After all, we went out for a little over a month before-" I didn't want to hear what she was going to say, even though I knew what it was. Suddenly, I just felt so dirty. And I know that I'd only been going steady with Steve for a week, but just the thought of him doing it with her made my stomach turn.
"Evie, you know that-"
"Know what? That nobody's perfect? And I'm sure that she knows that better than you do, coming from New York and all. I mean, look at Dallas Winston. He came here with a police record a few blocks long, and that's when he was only ten. But if you absolutely have to be with her, then go ahead. At least you'll have someone even more experienced than you, and that's saying something."
I couldn't take it anymore; something inside of me just snapped. I tore myself out of Steve's hold and started charging at her. "You lying bitch!" I screamed, throwing myself at her. She fell backwards against the pavement, me on top of her. I grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and brought her face up to mine. "You have no idea what my life in New York was like," I hissed, my temper flaring.
"Oh I imagine it to be pretty eventful…" she moved herself until she was right next to my ear. "Considering the fact that even though that Tessa chick can be pretty stupid, she knows all about what happened to your parents. How they begged for death from the murderer that slaughtered them the night of their baby girl's birthday."
I didn't even realize what I was doing until it was too late, not that I would have stopped anyway. I threw her back down and reached into my back pocket, pulling out a shiny, bronze handled switch. Flicking it open, I held it to her neck. "How the hell did she find out about that?"
Feeling a pair of arms lifting me up, I began struggling. There was no way in hell that I was leaving without finding out everything she knew.
"Doesn't matter slut," she called as she sat up. "But don't worry, I'm not gonna tell. I'll leave all that work to the cops. And when they take you away to where you belong, I'll have my man back."
I was set down pretty hard and thrown forward. "Soda, take her to the lot. I'll be there in a couple minutes." I tried to spin back around, but Soda grabbed my shoulders tightly.
"Come on, we've got some talking to do before Steve's done." He lightly pushed me in front of him, guiding me the entire way to the lot, where he sat me down on the old seat.
"So, mine telling me how you got this?" He pulled out my switch from his pocket and tossed it to me. I just stared at it, not being about to look up at him.
Soda sighed and sat down next to me. "Come on Jamie, I love you just as much as Dally and Two-Bit do. Don't you think I have a right to know?"
"I lifted it."
"What?"
"I lifted it."
"Why?"
"I was scared; after Johnny got jumped, I felt like I had nothing to protect me."
"So you decided to go ahead and steal something instead of talking to us? I thought that's what being a family was about: protecting each other. What, did you think that I wasn't going to listen to you? Wasn't going to help you?"
"That's just it Soda, I wasn't thinking." I lay against the back of the seat and closed my eyes. "It's just that after seeing Johnny, It brought back so many memories from my childhood."
"Jamie, while I do understand where you're coming from, how can I trust you when you don't fill me in on these things?
"I could ask you the same thing." Steve said, stopping in front of Soda and looking down at him. "You don't have to worry Soda, I'll have her back safe in no time."
"I know you will. Take all the time you need to talk, I'll tell everyone what's going on. Everything that's going on." Steve nodded and Soda stood up and made his way back to his house. As soon as Sodapop was out of sight, Steve turned to me, scowling slightly.
"What the hell were you thinking Jamie? You could have gotten yourself killed!"
"I think 'killed' is over exaggerating a bit."
"You think so? Hate to brake it to you Sweetheart, but Evie's not stupid when it comes to fights. She could have easily taken your blade and stuck you with it."
"Even if that's true-"
"Which it is." I shot a menacing glare at Steve for interrupting me.
"Even if it is, the point I'm trying to make is that she didn't. She wants me alive so that I can suffer; she's not going to go killing me with my switch. That would ruin her fun…"
"What the hell are you talking about?" The venom in his voice was fading, but it didn't completely leave.
"She wants me to see with my own eyes that that you and her belong together. She wants my heart to break Steve, she wants you, and in the end, she might just get you." I turned my head, feeling tears start to build up. 'I will not cry in front him, not now. And to think, he doesn't even know yet'.
"Jamie, you gotta trust me when I saw that I'm never going to get back together with her; we're done." The seat shifted a bit as he sat down next to me, turning me to face him. "Babe, you know me well enough to know that I'm not going back. But what I want to know is what the hell she was talking about when she mentioned you and Shepard." He was trying to remain calm, but I could hear his slightly raised tone.
"Remember that day, a while back, when I just kind of walked out of the house and Dally went ballistic?" He nodded. "Well, I hid out at Shepard's and I was talking with Curly upstairs. Then Dally came and was saying stuff, and I started crying. That's probably what her source heard, but I'm guessing that she's just trying to get you mad."
"Yeah, probably. But it didn't work because I know you wouldn't do something like that." He started to lean forward, but I pushed him back. "Jamie, wha-?"
"I can't say the same for you Steve."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not deaf Steve! I heard what she said about you and her! What, you didn't think I wouldn't have eventually found out about what you two did?" I stood up, turning to face him. I was closer to crying now, but I refused to let my tears fall. "A month Steve; you did it after one fucking month! How could you have been ready for something like that? How could you have been so stupid?" Feeling a single tear run down my face, I turned away from him and started walking.
"Jamie!" he called out. A moment later, I was turned around; he gripped my arms to keep me from moving. Despite how much I wanted to just look into his eyes, I couldn't bring myself to do it. But it apparently wasn't my choice. He gently turned my face until I was looking at him.
"Jamie, that was a long time ago. Way before you even came. Hell, I really wasn't thinking. Just got caught up in it all, I guess. But hey, that was one time. We weren't the same after that. Listen to me, I wouldn't do that with you; I would wait."
"Bull," I whispered, breaking eye contact with him.
"Hey, I've changed since then. Believe it or not, I have matured a bit. And it's all because of you. Jamie, I'll wait for you." He turned my head back to him and wiped the tears away from my face.
Looking into his eyes, I knew that he was telling the truth. He cupped my face with his hands and started to lean in. This time, I didn't stop him. As soon as our lips touched, I felt all of my sorrow and anger melt away. I slipped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Just as I was about to run out of air, he pulled back.
"You ready to go back now?" he asked. I nodded and we began walking. I felt his arm slip around me and I put my arm around his waist, deciding last second to slip it into his back pocket instead, like I had seen so many couples do before.
As soon as we walked through the front door, all eyes turned to me. Well, they could have been looking at Steve too, but I had a feeling that I was the center of attention at the moment.
"So, everything good now?" Darry asked, standing up from his chair.
"Yep, sure is." I said light-heartedly. But somehow, I don't think it did any good. Soda and Darry were staring at me, looks of disappointment on their faces. Pony and Johnny were talking quietly to themselves and Two-Bit refused to look at me. Dally, on the other hand, was smirking.
"See you came and joined the dark side," he said. It took me a minute to figure out what the hell he was talking about. Then it hit me: Soda already told them.
"Yeah, so?" I shrugged. Just as I was about to sit down next to Steve on the couch, he pulled me on top of him, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his head on my shoulder.
"So?" Darry asked, getting up from his chair. "So? What the hell were you thinking Jamie?" I didn't bother answering him, no sense in repeating what he already knew.
"Hey, come on Darrel, leave the kid alone. It's not like she killed somebody," Dally said, still smirking. I felt the color drain from my face. Kill somebody…? They must have all noticed my pale complexion because Darry's voice became softer.
"Jamie, I don't want you to get involved with this sort of stuff. If I hear about something like this again, I'll skin you, understand?" I nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. Well, at least that was over with. "Hey, you feeling ok? You don't look so great." Darry said, feeling my forehead with the back of his hand. "Well, you don't have a fever. But I think you should stay home anyway."
"What do you mean by 'stay home anyway'?"
"Well, we were all going to go down to the lot for a game of football, but now…"
"Don't worry Darry," Steve said moving me off him and standing up. "I'll stay with her, and besides, the teams will be even then."
"I don't know Steve, I mean, you two are going out and all." Steve walked up to him and whispered something in his ear. I couldn't tell what he said. "Ok then, you just make sure that she doesn't leave or anything, got it?"
"Sure Darry, I'll keep her on lockdown."
"Ok guys, let's head on over and play. I'll start dinner when we get back.' Everybody but us got up and headed for the door. Two-Bit just walked past me, didn't even look at me. Oh well, I guess I'd have to talk to him later. Dally walked up to me as Soda went over to Steve.
"You feeling ok kid?" he asked me, feeling my face.
"Yeah Dal, I'm fine."
"Good. Always knew you were a strong one Jamie." He ruffled my hair and walked out the door with Soda in tow.
"So, what did Soda say to you?" I asked Steve as he sat down next to me. He just shook his head.
"Nothing you need to worry about Jamie. I'm gonna go get a drink, you want something?"
"Naw," I said, stretching myself out on the couch as he stood up. "I'm good." He chuckled slightly and walked into the kitchen. He came back in a moment later with a beer in his hand. "Beer?" I asked, making a face.
Laughing he walked over to me held it out. "Have you ever even tried it before?" I shook my head. "Here, try it, live a little." I took it hesitantly, and took a tiny sip. I knew I wouldn't like it. I could tell just by the smell. Steve started laughing as a made a face at the bitter taste.
"That's disgusting" I said, gladly handing it back to him.
"I guess it's an acquired taste" he said, finishing off the can.
"Must be." Steve set the can down and sat on the edge of the couch, looking over at me.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Oh really? Somehow, I have the feeling that that isn't the case."
"Ha, well since you can read me so well, then you should be able to tell what I'm thinking."
"I think I have a pretty good idea of what's running through your head at the moment." I said, crossing my legs.
"And what would that be?" He asked, smirking widely at me.
"Eh, I don't think you're worthy enough for me to tell you." I smirked right back at him and stuck my tongue out to let him know that I was kidding.
"Well I guess I'll just have to prove myself to you then." He shifted and leaned forward, coming within mere inches of my face. "But just some words of advice, you might wanna keep that tongue of yours to yourself there."
"Now, why would you say something like that, o great and powerful one?" I could barely keep myself from laughing: Steve, the great and powerful one? Ha. That'll be the day.
"Because you don't know what kind of trouble it might get you into. And I'm telling you right now, my little trouble magnet, once you get into trouble, you're never gonna wanna get out."
"Oh really? Prove it." I knew exactly what he was referring to by "trouble", but I just wanted to see how far I could push him. Besides, I wanted to see his face when I did get out of it.
~*~*~
He closed the remaining inches between us and pressed his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lowered me back into the couch, one hand on my back, the other supporting our weight. Once we could go no further, he increased the pressure, pressing me into the cushions. I could feel him holding back a little, not putting everything he had into it, probably because of where we were: on Darry's couch, where the guys could come back any second and see us. But that was half the fun, wasn't it?
Slowly, I wrapped my legs around his and stuck my hands just a little up the back of his shirt. Now it was still pretty cold outside, which meant that my hands were chilly pretty much all the time, including now. As soon as my hands touched his bare skin, I felt him take in a sharp breath and stiffen a little. I couldn't help but snicker a bit and wonder what the boy wonder was going to do next. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long to find out. Within seconds, he regained his composure and let his barrier fall. He pressed me back into the couch, and ran his tongue along my bottom lip as his pulled it a little with his teeth. I gasped slight, his actions taking me slightly by surprise. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, running it over my own, already planning on having dominance. Well, I was a Winston, and I wasn't jut going to let him take it without a second thought.
So I went to work on weakening his ego, hoping to gain the advantage, if just for a second. My tongue battled with his, but I still struggled for dominance. As a final attempt at victory, I ever so slightly bit his tongue and let my own trace over his. I could feel his surprise radiating off of him, and I smirked when he pulled away suddenly.
"What? Couldn't handle the competition?" I was on the verge of letting out a laugh, because I knew that I had gotten to him.
"You wish, but a man does have to breathe you know. I was just coming up for air."
"Uh huh, sure. Just keep telling yourself that Stevie. But we both know the truth."
"Oh, I'll show you the truth Jamie. And I can guarantee you, you're gonna get a dose of your own medicine."
Before I could reply, he sprang back into action, catching me off guard. His mouth dove straight for my neck, and I shuddered at the sudden contact. I could practically feel him smirking as he kissed around a bit, searching for a place I hoped he wouldn't find. But, as usual, what I want doesn't matter. I couldn't help it, I let out a small moan and his lips traced over an area between my ear and my jaw line.
"So…still confident…that I'm…powerless….against you?" he murmured between kisses, focusing all of his attention on that one spot. I would have retorted, but my mind went blank as soon as I felt his teeth nip that spot. I felt myself pushing my hands higher up his back as he began sucking, lightly at first, then harder, still keeping my skin between his teeth. My breathing became harder as I felt him mimic my own actions, sliding his hands up my sides, making my shirt ride up with them. I could feel my resolve slipping away each passing moment, and I knew that I would never prove my point if I didn't do something soon.
As my last attempt, I pressed myself up against him as I took his ear in my mouth. Now normally, I would never have done that, on any occasion. But this wasn't any normal occasion and I needed to prove my point before he completely unhinged me. His teeth loosened their grip on me and the sucking stopped almost immediately as I continued. I pushed my cool hands even farther up his back and inwardly chuckled to myself, knowing that I had achieved what I had wanted: to show him that I have more power over him than he thinks. Tracing what slight nails I had down his back, I felt him shudder. But as I traced my tongue along the rim of his ear and pressed up against him again, I heard him let out the tiniest groan a human can possibly make – but it was loud enough for me to hear it.
I traced my nails down his back again, making him shudder a second time. His hands tightly gripped my sides as I continued to tease him, continuing everything that I was doing. Just then, I felt some of his dominant male side come back. He suddenly bit down, fairly hard I might add, on my neck again, sucking on it for everything it was worth, lapping at it with his tongue. He pressed himself down on me, shoving his hands farther up my back, and twisting his legs so that his were now wrapped around mine, instead of the other way around. I moaned again, louder this time.
"Steve…" I gasped, arching into his touch. He smirked, yet again, into my skin, increasing his power ten fold. I dug my nails into his back, hoping that time would just stop and we could be in this moment forever. But, of course, like I said before, what I want doesn't matter.
~*~*~
Just as I felt his hands take hold of my shirt and start to lift it up, the ring of six male laughs floated through the air. His lips and teeth immediately broke contact with my neck and we looked at each other with wide eyes. It took all of about 2 seconds to start untangling ourselves and trying to get ourselves presentable. As soon as I was free of him, I literally ran to the bathroom, and as I was closing the door, I saw Steve launch himself in front of the hallway mirror and whip out his comb. Typical.
As I stood there, attempting to regain my composure, I heard the guys pile in through the front door. They all were laughing and yelling – among all of the racket, I managed to hear Steve yell/complain about Soda messing up his just fixed hair. Well, at least he now had a reason, that the guys could see, to be standing there fixing his hair.
I took this moment to look myself over in the mirror. I really didn't look too bad except for 2 things: my face was ubber flushed (that could easily be taken care of) and there was a huge hickey on my neck (not so easily taken care of). Growling in frustration, I flushed the toilet (to make it all seem legit.) and turned on the cold tap; I splashed my face with the cool water, letting it return my face to its normal temperature. After I finished with all of that, I realized that I had to think fast. My cover up was in my room, and I was here: not a very convenient situation for me. So I decided to rely on one of my friend's very existence.
I opened the door a crack, just enough for me too see though. "Johnny! Can you come here a sec please?" I was surprised that he actually heard me over the fuss, considering I really didn't yell all that loud, but I was thankful nonetheless.
"Yeah Jamie?"
"Could you do me a huge favor and run into my room and grab my pink makeup bag from in my closet? I see the beginning of a pimple and I wanna cover it up before it gets too bad."
"Sure, no problem."
"Thank you soo much Johnny. I totally owe you one." He just smiled at me as he walked away. I closed the door again, breathing a sigh of relief. I could still hear the guys goofing off in the living room and Darry in the kitchen getting dinner started. Then there was a knock on the door. I opened it and saw the face of my savior. "Seriously, Johnny, you're the best. I definitely owe you."
"Yeah, I know, and you do. But I don't mind too much, since it keeps you alive from Dally and all." I looked at him mortified, feeling the blood rushing to my face once again. So much for the water fix.
"How do you know about that?" I hissed, peeking through the door, glancing between him and the rest of the gang, then back.
"Honestly Jamie, it ain't that hard not to notice. 'Sides, had a feeling it was gonna happen anyway."
"Do you think any of the other guys are as undeniably smart as you are?" I asked, praying that he would give me a good answer.
"'Sides me 'an Pony, 'an maybe Soda, I don' think so."
"Good, now get on back over there before they think something's up. I'll be out in a sec."
"Kay, just make it quick 'cuz they're all starting to look over here." I closed the door real quick and slid in front of the mirror. Taking the cover up out, I put it on , applying a few layers before I was satisfied with the results, or lack or results depending on how you look at it.
I gave myself one more glance over before I walked out of the bathroom, heading staright for my own room.
"Hey Jamie, where you goin' there? The party's over here," Two-Bit hollored, waving me over.
"Just gotta put my bag back in my room, be right there." I threw it into my closet and walked back out, hoping that I put enough cover up on to hide my love bite.
"So, what did you and 'ole Stevie do while we were out freezing our asses off playing football?" Soda asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Well Soda, not to dampen your sprirts any, but all we really did was watch some TV for a while. When we got bored with that, there was nothing really good on anyway, we thought about maybe starting dinner for Darry, but we couldn't decide on what to make, so we passed on that idea. Then we played a few hands of poker (I prayed to God for the cards already lying on the table) and then I went to the bathroom and Steve did whatever he did. And now we're here. The end."
"Really? Sure Steve didn't give you any beer?" I felt my face grow hot, for like the umpteenth time.
"Beer? Come on Soda, you know I don't even like the smell of it, why would I even drink it?"
"Oh, I dunno, just thought that that's why you ran into a wall and hit the side of your neck. I mean, like at the size of that bruise, it's huge!" I gaped at Soda, wide-eyed and shocked beyond belief. I thought that he would be on our side when it came down to it, so why the hell was he turning on me now? I looked over at Steve, he looked just as surprised as I was, if not, more so. And then, one of the worst things that could possibly happen at that moment happened. It got quiet. Then Dally snickered.
"Ha, sounds like something you'd do Jamie. Walk into a wall – Ha."
"Shut up Dallas, it's not funny." I argued, glaring at him. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Two-Bit get up and start walking towards me." Relax Two-Bit, it ain't that bad, nothing major or anything. Just a bruise."
"I know, just wanna see how badly the wall beat you up, kid. After all, how do you lose to a piece of drywall?" I tried taking a step back, but Soda stepped behind me, preventing my escape. "Huh," Two-Bit said, lifting my chin so he could get a better look. "Looks like the wall did some damage there. Did you at least get a hit or two in, or did it just totally dominate you?" Steve let out a snort, causing me to glower at him.
"No," I said, frustrated. "I got a few hits in there. Actually, it was just pure luck that the wall won. I totally would have taken it if it didn't turn on me."
"Ha, you wish." Steve laughed, grinning. "You never stood a chance against it. It had you beat from the beginning."
"I'm sure you'd like to think so Steve. But truth is, you're just jealous because I would have totally won if I got the chance."
"Hey Jamie, you got some kind of smudge by your battle scar there." My hand flew up to the mark, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Stupid foundation for not doing its job and blending it right. "Here, let me get it for ya Jamie. You obviously can't see it and I can take care of it real easy." He grabbed my hand away before I could protest and rubbed it with his thumb." I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that I was just imagining my life about to end before me, and that I was completely helpless to prevent it. A few seconds later, I felt Two-Bit's thumb stop where it was. I opened my eyes to see Two-Bit eyes boring into me.
"Hey Two-Bit, you okay over there? Didn't get smudge germs did you?" Dally asked, smirking.
"No," Two-Bit said, lowering his hand. "But I think a rabies shot might do the trick."
"Why, the smudge bite you or something?"
"No, but I think that I got Steve germs on me. You know, Steve bites Jamie, I touch Jamie, I get Steve germs. Simple as that." I opened my eyes and sighed in defeat. Now there was nothing to do but wait – curse Two-Bit and his stupid good eye sight. I watched as Dally got up and walked over to where we were standing.
"What the hell are you talking about Two-Bit?" All he did was point at my neck. I glanced worriedly up at Dally, knowing that the worst was about to come. He stared at my neck for what seemed like forever before he finally exploded. "Jamie, why the fuck is there a fucking hickey on your fucking neck?!"