Hey Everyone! See I told you that I still do Dark Sunshine despite the fact
that I started Rough All Over! Well if you didn't like chapter 10 you won't
like this but it you did then you might! Also if you didn't read chapter 10
(*glare* hehe j/k) then you won't understand this chapter! Again special
thanks to 'Mad' Molly for helping me with this chapter! I don't know if I
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Chapter 11
I just stood there, staring up at Two-Bit's cold gray eyes. What did he mean '…the girl I love'? How could he love me, he didn't even know me. This didn't exactly add up, but there was something about his eyes. I'm not exactly sure what it was but there was just something different. They didn't look so carefree and joyful; they now looked worried in some way. I didn't understand it.
"Listen Tim," he said after letting go if Steve's arm and stepping in front of me to ensure Steve wouldn't try to hurt me again, "You make sure that Steve gets home alright. Actually, you better take him to the Curtis'; I don't want his old man to see him like this. There's no telling what he might do."
"Sure thing Two-Bit." He said, then he turned to me, "I'm sorry you had to see that doll, you gotta know that we just do this for fun not like the real drunks who do it cause they need to."
"Thanks Tim. I understand." I lied. I didn't understand. I didn't understand why someone would find getting drunk fun. It really didn't make any sense at all.
"C'mon Kat." Two-Bit said, "I'd better take you back to the Curtis'." I was a little worried since Two-Bit didn't really sound like himself.
"Alright." I told him. But as we were turning toward the direction to go back to the house, I wouldn't go. "Two-Bit," I said, "Do you think that we could go for a walk or something. I really need to talk to someone right now."
When I said this Two-Bit tensed up a little. I really don't think that he wanted to talk.
"Sure," he said finally, "we can go for a walk and talk."
For a few blocks we didn't say anything. I just kept picturing Steve being drunk as his father and couldn't find the words that I wanted to say. I felt so angry at him but I tried to sympathize. I was also still confused about what Two-Bit had said, but I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.
"Y'know, I only said I was in love with you so Tim would believe that we were going together." Two-Bit told me finally, trying to break the ice.
"Oh," I replied, "That's what I thought you meant." I was lying again. I had been so confused, but now that he cleared it up I was a little relieved. But surprisingly, I was a little sad. It wasn't as though I loved Two-Bit. I loved Sodapop and I knew it.
"I just saw the look on your face and I thought you might be a little confused." He continued.
"Yeah, I was at first," I told him, "but now it makes perfect sense."
We walked in silence all the way to the park. I didn't like being there since it was the same park where those drunken "Socs" had tried to hurt me. I felt safer though with Two-Bit there. I remembered how drunk they had been. How they didn't know what they were doing. Then I thought that Steve could eventually end up like those boys, getting drunk and then driving around town trying to harm innocent girls. Just the thought of Steve ending up like that forced me let it all out. The tears just started gushing and I fell to the ground.
"How could he do this?" I pleaded. "How could he become like so many people that I hate. He's just like my father; just like his father; just like those Socs that tried to do go knows what to me. Why, why, Why?
Two-Bit knelt down to the ground by my side and scooped me up in his strong arms and pulled me close to him.
"Hey, it's gonna be ok." He told me soothingly, "You gotta know that Tim was right. We only do this stuff for fun. That's how we get kicks."
"What," I said looking up at him, frantically wiping the tears from my eyes, "What do you mean, "we"? You mean you get drunk too?"
Two-Bit smirked and looked away from me.
"Well, maybe a little, sometimes." He said, although I knew he was lying.
"But he-he," I said between breaths, "He tried to hit me." I said finally.
"I know, I know and he shouldn't have done it." Two-Bit said, the he changed his tone, "No one should ever try to hurt you."
Then something strange happened. I felt as though I had known Two-Bit my entire life. As though we had been friends since we were little kids. But it wasn't as though we were friends it was more like I had been I love with Two-Bit Mathews all of my life.
"Kat," he said quietly, "Remember when I told you that when I said I loved you it was all an act for Tim Shepard's sake."
"Of course," I said smiling, "You just told me a few minutes ago."
"Right," he said, a little embarrassed, "Well, I wasn't exactly-what I mean is-" Then he got really into it and turned to face me. "Kat, have you ever thought you loved someone, but the timing was off?"
I didn't understand, what did this have to do with Tim Shepard?
"Two-Bit, what are you getting at?" I asked him.
He grabbed my shoulders and I couldn't help smiling at his enthusiasm.
"Ok, how about this," He said, shaking me a little, "Have you ever loved someone that you couldn't have?"
I thought about it for a second then it came to me.
"Oh, I know what you mean." I told him.
He just smiled and motioned for me to say.
"I know exactly how you feel." When I said this he looked a little relived. "Yeah, this one time, when I was in grade four, I had the hugest crush on Bobby Reynolds, but he was going with Trudy Baker, so there was no way that-"
Then, to my complete surprise, Two-Bit pulled me closer to him sliding his arms around my small waist and kissed me right there under that oak tree. I was surprised at first but then I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him back ever harder than he kissed me. I couldn't believe what was going on, where had this come from, I had no idea why Two-Bit was kissing me. He hadn't even showed any interest.
I could hear the faint sound of footsteps in a distance and then they stopped. I broke the kiss to see who it was but before I could turn to see I heard a voice.
"I was worried about you when Steve came home drunk and you didn't so I came to see if you were alright," he said, "But I guess since Two-Bit's here you're just fine."
I knew that voice. It was the worst possible voice I wanted to hear at that moment. Not because I didn't want to hear it, I could go on listening to that voice my entire life, but because I didn't want to hear it then. Because I heard it, it meant that that particular person had seen what had just happened, and that was the last thing I wanted to put him through right now. I turned my head slowly, since I couldn't put it off any longer. Sure enough standing there was the exact person I thought it was. Sodapop Curtis. He hurt face being lit up solely by moonlight. I could see his eyes swelling up with tears, which made the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach get worse. I'd never seen Sodapop cry not once. Not when his cat got run over three years ago, not when he slammed his finger in the door, not even when he spoke of his late parents, so to know that I made him cry made me feel even worse about it all. The silence was killing me. I wish someone would say something
"Soda she didn't mean to," Two-Bit said finally, "it was all my fault. I forced her into it."
I looked at him in awe. He was so considerate of other people's feelings. Why hadn't I seen it before?
'You don't have to say that." I mouthed.
'Yes, I do. I love you.' He mouthed back before motioning with his head for me to go to Soda.
I didn't know how to respond. It was all to fast. I just rose to my feet and walked over to Soda. I went to hug him but he pulled back. I could feel his actions wrenching my heart and I knew he was still angry. How was I going to explain this to him?
"Please Two-Bit, stay away from her," Soda said surprisingly nicely, "I already lost the girl I loved once, please don't make me loose another." He told him, "At least you have Cathy." He added after that.
I saw Two-Bits' head bolt up and he looked over at me with hurt eyes. Who was Cathy? Now I was confused. Was Two-Bit just using me this entire time? Was kissing him a huge mistake?
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Chapter 11
I just stood there, staring up at Two-Bit's cold gray eyes. What did he mean '…the girl I love'? How could he love me, he didn't even know me. This didn't exactly add up, but there was something about his eyes. I'm not exactly sure what it was but there was just something different. They didn't look so carefree and joyful; they now looked worried in some way. I didn't understand it.
"Listen Tim," he said after letting go if Steve's arm and stepping in front of me to ensure Steve wouldn't try to hurt me again, "You make sure that Steve gets home alright. Actually, you better take him to the Curtis'; I don't want his old man to see him like this. There's no telling what he might do."
"Sure thing Two-Bit." He said, then he turned to me, "I'm sorry you had to see that doll, you gotta know that we just do this for fun not like the real drunks who do it cause they need to."
"Thanks Tim. I understand." I lied. I didn't understand. I didn't understand why someone would find getting drunk fun. It really didn't make any sense at all.
"C'mon Kat." Two-Bit said, "I'd better take you back to the Curtis'." I was a little worried since Two-Bit didn't really sound like himself.
"Alright." I told him. But as we were turning toward the direction to go back to the house, I wouldn't go. "Two-Bit," I said, "Do you think that we could go for a walk or something. I really need to talk to someone right now."
When I said this Two-Bit tensed up a little. I really don't think that he wanted to talk.
"Sure," he said finally, "we can go for a walk and talk."
For a few blocks we didn't say anything. I just kept picturing Steve being drunk as his father and couldn't find the words that I wanted to say. I felt so angry at him but I tried to sympathize. I was also still confused about what Two-Bit had said, but I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.
"Y'know, I only said I was in love with you so Tim would believe that we were going together." Two-Bit told me finally, trying to break the ice.
"Oh," I replied, "That's what I thought you meant." I was lying again. I had been so confused, but now that he cleared it up I was a little relieved. But surprisingly, I was a little sad. It wasn't as though I loved Two-Bit. I loved Sodapop and I knew it.
"I just saw the look on your face and I thought you might be a little confused." He continued.
"Yeah, I was at first," I told him, "but now it makes perfect sense."
We walked in silence all the way to the park. I didn't like being there since it was the same park where those drunken "Socs" had tried to hurt me. I felt safer though with Two-Bit there. I remembered how drunk they had been. How they didn't know what they were doing. Then I thought that Steve could eventually end up like those boys, getting drunk and then driving around town trying to harm innocent girls. Just the thought of Steve ending up like that forced me let it all out. The tears just started gushing and I fell to the ground.
"How could he do this?" I pleaded. "How could he become like so many people that I hate. He's just like my father; just like his father; just like those Socs that tried to do go knows what to me. Why, why, Why?
Two-Bit knelt down to the ground by my side and scooped me up in his strong arms and pulled me close to him.
"Hey, it's gonna be ok." He told me soothingly, "You gotta know that Tim was right. We only do this stuff for fun. That's how we get kicks."
"What," I said looking up at him, frantically wiping the tears from my eyes, "What do you mean, "we"? You mean you get drunk too?"
Two-Bit smirked and looked away from me.
"Well, maybe a little, sometimes." He said, although I knew he was lying.
"But he-he," I said between breaths, "He tried to hit me." I said finally.
"I know, I know and he shouldn't have done it." Two-Bit said, the he changed his tone, "No one should ever try to hurt you."
Then something strange happened. I felt as though I had known Two-Bit my entire life. As though we had been friends since we were little kids. But it wasn't as though we were friends it was more like I had been I love with Two-Bit Mathews all of my life.
"Kat," he said quietly, "Remember when I told you that when I said I loved you it was all an act for Tim Shepard's sake."
"Of course," I said smiling, "You just told me a few minutes ago."
"Right," he said, a little embarrassed, "Well, I wasn't exactly-what I mean is-" Then he got really into it and turned to face me. "Kat, have you ever thought you loved someone, but the timing was off?"
I didn't understand, what did this have to do with Tim Shepard?
"Two-Bit, what are you getting at?" I asked him.
He grabbed my shoulders and I couldn't help smiling at his enthusiasm.
"Ok, how about this," He said, shaking me a little, "Have you ever loved someone that you couldn't have?"
I thought about it for a second then it came to me.
"Oh, I know what you mean." I told him.
He just smiled and motioned for me to say.
"I know exactly how you feel." When I said this he looked a little relived. "Yeah, this one time, when I was in grade four, I had the hugest crush on Bobby Reynolds, but he was going with Trudy Baker, so there was no way that-"
Then, to my complete surprise, Two-Bit pulled me closer to him sliding his arms around my small waist and kissed me right there under that oak tree. I was surprised at first but then I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him back ever harder than he kissed me. I couldn't believe what was going on, where had this come from, I had no idea why Two-Bit was kissing me. He hadn't even showed any interest.
I could hear the faint sound of footsteps in a distance and then they stopped. I broke the kiss to see who it was but before I could turn to see I heard a voice.
"I was worried about you when Steve came home drunk and you didn't so I came to see if you were alright," he said, "But I guess since Two-Bit's here you're just fine."
I knew that voice. It was the worst possible voice I wanted to hear at that moment. Not because I didn't want to hear it, I could go on listening to that voice my entire life, but because I didn't want to hear it then. Because I heard it, it meant that that particular person had seen what had just happened, and that was the last thing I wanted to put him through right now. I turned my head slowly, since I couldn't put it off any longer. Sure enough standing there was the exact person I thought it was. Sodapop Curtis. He hurt face being lit up solely by moonlight. I could see his eyes swelling up with tears, which made the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach get worse. I'd never seen Sodapop cry not once. Not when his cat got run over three years ago, not when he slammed his finger in the door, not even when he spoke of his late parents, so to know that I made him cry made me feel even worse about it all. The silence was killing me. I wish someone would say something
"Soda she didn't mean to," Two-Bit said finally, "it was all my fault. I forced her into it."
I looked at him in awe. He was so considerate of other people's feelings. Why hadn't I seen it before?
'You don't have to say that." I mouthed.
'Yes, I do. I love you.' He mouthed back before motioning with his head for me to go to Soda.
I didn't know how to respond. It was all to fast. I just rose to my feet and walked over to Soda. I went to hug him but he pulled back. I could feel his actions wrenching my heart and I knew he was still angry. How was I going to explain this to him?
"Please Two-Bit, stay away from her," Soda said surprisingly nicely, "I already lost the girl I loved once, please don't make me loose another." He told him, "At least you have Cathy." He added after that.
I saw Two-Bits' head bolt up and he looked over at me with hurt eyes. Who was Cathy? Now I was confused. Was Two-Bit just using me this entire time? Was kissing him a huge mistake?
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