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Two-Bit's POV

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. My head hurt like hell and I was shirtless too! It's the middle of fucking winter, idiots! I felt my eyes flutter open and I was blinded with a bright light. Someone was holding onto my arm. "Two-Bit?" called a voice. I groaned and let my eyes shut again. There was a constant beeping in the back of my head. It was annoying the shit out of me. "Two-Bit, don't go back to sleep, little buddy." Darry, I thought. He's the only one who calls the other greasers 'little buddies'. He slapped my cheek. "C'mon, kid."

"Screw... you..." I breathed out. I forced my hand to give him the bird. He laughed at me for a second before rubbing my upper arm. "Fuck you..." I said again.

"Sorry... I don't roll that way, Two-Bit." Again, I flipped him the bird.

"Fuck. You."

"Keep saying that if it'll keep you awake." He pushed my hair back, making my eyes clench tight. "Sorry."

"I was fucking hit in the head, those mother fuckers," I growled at him, opening my eyes again. He looked concerned.

"With what?" his voice shook slightly.

"Brick." Darry looked at me. The ambulance, I assumed it was an ambulance, bounced on something, sending me up and down. Why the hell were doctors so rough? Finally, I lifted my head and looked down to see all the machines attached to me. "Where the hell is my shirt?" I asked before coughing a little.

"They took it off to attach the heart monitor to you," Darry said. "Calm down, we're almost there." I nodded and laid my head down. I was asleep once again after a few moments of silence.

When I woke up again, I was in a hospital room on my back with a rock on my stomach. Wait, those are just the bandages. I went to rub my hair down and found more bandages wrapped around my head, probably to help with the wound on the back of my head. I scratched at the bandages and groaned. Sitting up, I was pushed back down by Dally. When... how did he get here?

"Dally?" I asked.

"Darry had to go back to the house and told me to stay with you." I looked at him. "You're okay, right?"

"Yeah... yeah." I nodded while speaking, finding it to bring harsh pain to my head, so I quit and laid my head down on the pillow. "Hey... do you know where Jennifer... Jenni is?" I asked him. He looked down at me and shook his head saying, "No."

"Alright."

"Why do you want to know?" he asked, putting his elbow on the bed and resting his head on the palm of his hand. He looked younger when he did that, careless almost. I grinned slyly at him, siding up so my back was against the headboard.

"I proposed to her." His face lit up as a smile spread across his lips.

"No way!" he yelled happily. I nodded, finding more pain, but my grin faded. He noticed. "Ain't that a good thing?" he asked.

"It would of... if she didn't run away on me."

"Why would she do that? I'd bet you'd be a great husband."

"Why is... is everyone saying that?" I asked.

"Who else is saying that?" Dally asked, turning his head a little.

"Darry. He was there when I proposed." I took a breath. I was still tired from earlier.

"Hey, get some sleep, alright? You're still tired and looking a little pale."

"Sure." I slid back down and closed my eyes with a big sigh. Before I knew it, I was asleep again.

Jennifer POV

I woke up next to Steve in his bed. He was shirtless and when I looked under the blanket, his jeans weren't there. I wasn't dressed either. How did this happen? I thought I loved Two-Bit. But Steve? I was scared... scared that I'd love Two-Bit. Quickly, I rose to my feet and grabbed the piece of clothing closest to me. It was a white, button-up shirt that belonged to Steve. I slid it on and buttoned it up and slipped out of the room. I heard his father downstairs, yelling at the TV, so I quickly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. Removing the shirt, I turned on the hot water in the shower and jumped in. The water felt like it was burning me and I was glad. I wanted to burn off any trace of Steve on me. I didn't want Two-Bit to know I betrayed him. I wanted Two-Bit to be my first, not Steve.

Grabbing some soap, I rubbed it roughly against my skin. I rinsed it off and turned off the shower. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off. Once dry, I put the shirt back on, buttoned it up, and looked in the mirror. I looked like a slut. A mess. I felt the hot tears roll down my face and let them land on the floor. I couldn't make them stop. Finally, I used the shirt for a tissue and unlocked the door. I slipped back out of the bathroom and into Steve's bedroom. He was still asleep and snoring loudly. Slowly, I gathered my clothes from the floor and put them on the bed next to him. After taking off Steve's shirt, I slid into my clothes quickly. I found a pen and a scrap piece of paper on his dresser, so I wrote him a little note and put it on the pillow next to him. Since his father was downstairs, I slipped out of his window and ran away from his house.

Steve POV

I was expecting to see Jennifer next to me, but all I found was a note. I read it quietly. It said "This was a mistake. I'm sorry. I hope you forgive me." In smaller print at the bottom was "I love Two-Bit."

"Two-Bit?!" I hissed loudly. "Damn it, Two-Bit!"


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