Hey Everyone! Just a warning, this chapter is quite long. It's kind of slow
at the beginning but it gets cuter toward the end. Well at least I think so
anyway! There is a point where she flashes back and remembers things. I
wasn't sure how to show this since I don't think italics show up on this
site but when the dialect is in single quotations, that means she's
remembering it. Please review. I need help deciding which guy Kat should
end up with! Thnx for reading! Enjoy!
Chapter 12
When Sodapop began to walk away and I knew that I had to follow him, but a part of me wanted to stay there with Two-Bit. He looked so hurt standing there, watching me walk away, but there was nothing I could do. I loved Sodapop and I wasn't about to give him up. Yet, even in the entire mess, Two-Bit still had the good nature to crack a smile while I left him there.
While we walked back to the Curtis house, Soda said nothing. The silence was killing me but I was afraid if I broke it he might get angry again or worse, not even respond. I could tell he was hurt but I felt completely helpless. There was nothing, right now anyway, that I could say or do to ease his pain. I just kept playing the scene back in my mind, from the first time I saw Soda's tear glistened eyes o hen he pulled away when I tried to hug him. Then I remembered something he had said; Something about Two-Bit having Cathy. I couldn't help but think that Two-Bit had only been using me because he was lonely since this, this Cathy had left him. I should really stop assuming things all the time. It had gotten me in trouble time and time again, but I don't think I'll ever stop. One of my many faults is analyzing things to much without all the facts.
"The one thing I learned from all those years of being friends with Two-Bit Mathews was I can tell when he was lying." Soda said finally.
Did this mean he knew that Two-Bit in fact hadn't forced me into kissing him?
"Why'd you do it?" He continued, "Why'd you do it Kit, why?"
How was I supposed to answer to this? I took a deep breath and decided that the truth would be best.
"I was upset Soda," I started, "Seeing Steve drunk and all. Two-Bit was just there to comfort me and I guess one thing lead to another."
"So being upset gave you permission to kiss one of my best friends." He said getting a little angry.
"Soda it didn't mean anything." I lied. If it didn't mean anything why was I still thinking about it? "I love you Sodapop Curtis, you never forget that."
He stopped walking and turned to face me. I almost broke out crying seeing his face so full of pain and resentment. I'd give anything to change what had happened. I'd give anything to see his face full of the love and happiness like it had been whenever he looked at me. But I knew that that could never happen. I fear that Soda would never look at me like that again.
"I loved you Kathryn," he said placing his hands on my shoulders, "I mean I haven't loved anyone since," he paused and swallowed hard, "well since Sandy. I never thought that I could hurt that much again, but here you are proving me wrong."
"Soda please," I pleaded, "Please don't say things like that. We can work this out. Are you just going to throw away everything we had?"
"I don't know Kat," he said turning away from me, "Maybe it-maybe it would've been better if you just never came to Tulsa, why don't you just go back to where you came from."
I didn't know what to do. I hurt this boy like only one girl had before, maybe even worse. I made him wish that he never met me. For the second time that night the tears somehow found there way back to my eyes.
"I'm sorry Kat I-I didn't mean that." He said rushing over to me. "You know that me meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm just upset that's all."
"No Soda," I told him, "You were right. You'd be better off if I just stayed in Kansas. Listen, I'm going to take a little walk, I need to think and so do you. You need to find out whether or not you love me and I need to find out whether or not I should go live with Evelyn. Whatever you want me to do I'll do it. I love you Sodapop Curtis, you remember that. I want what's best for you and if that means leaving then that's what I'll do."
"Kathryn, I do love you it's just," he started, "it's just, oh I don't know."
"That's what you gotta figure out." I told him placing my hand on his chest. Now, don't come looking for me if I don't come home tonight, I'll find some place to stay."
He just looked up at me wiping a tear from my eye before kissing my forehead and walking off.
I wondered around town for an hour or so thinking about how I had hurt Sodapop. I knew I loved him but there was just something about Two-Bit that made me keep wondering if I had met him first would I have loved him more than I love Soda. I also kept thinking about who this Cathy person was. Not so much who she was really as much as why I felt jealous of her. She was obviously Two-Bit's old, or worse, current girlfriend, and for some reason I felt threatened by her. I'm a sixteen year old girl, I shouldn't have to be dealing with all these emotions, all these issues but they were mostly my fault. I could have pulled away when Two-Bit kissed me. I could have pushed him away when he tried to comfort me. Now that I thought about it I could've also not have insisted that we take a walk. But if I hadn't done all those things then I probably never would've known that Two-Bit loved me. What else I couldn't understand was why Two-Bit was in love with me. The only time we spent together was that time at the Dingo. Furthermore, wouldn't I have noticed that he was in love with me; I mean usually one has some sort of idea.
In all my wandering I kept coming back to the park. I played the incident over and over again and thought of all the what-ifs. That was another habit I should try to drop. I should learn to realize that what's done is done and no matter what, not even all the what-ifs in the word, nothing can change that. As I sat there in under the tree that I had had so many of my life changing events under, it made me think back to the night that those 'Socs' tried to hurt me. I remember how Soda and Steve had come to rescue me from them. I played it over in my head.
'Hey pal,' one said, 'Leave her alone ya hear.' Steve said.
'Or what!' one of them said.
'You don't wanna know pal.' I didn't now it then but I knew know that that voice belonged to Two-Bit. It was so like him, trying to act tough although he was probably scared stiff.
'If you're looking for a fight…' one of them said.
'Listen buddy, just let her go. She didn't do nothing. I don't want to start anything with you guys.' Soda said. I smiled remembering the way Soda had kept his cool. He always wanted to resolve things without violence.
All I remembered after that was seeing one boy in a blue shirt pull a blade and the rest was all black. The only thing after that I recall was being in the car lying in Soda's lap and Two-Bit tapping my face lightly.
'I think she's coming around.' I heard someone yell. That had been Two-Bit as well. I remember me wanting to hit him since he had been yelling so loud.
'Hey-Hey,' Soda said, putting his strong arms around me. 'It's ok your safe now.'
'You gave us quite a scare there.' Two-Bit said holding the damp cloth.
Then I remembered the state he had been in. His face was all swollen and there was blood streaming down the left side of his cheek. I tried hard to remember something. There had been something I had noticed about Two-Bit's side. He had been holding it in some way, but that's all, that's all I could remember.
Well I wasn't about to let this go unanswered so I went to the only place that I could get answers. I got up from where I had been sitting and dusted the dirt of my skirt. I looked around for a second and tried to locate where I was and where I wanted to go. I hadn't been to his house in over three years and I needed to try to remind myself where it was. It had been not far from the Curtis' house just about three blocks from there. Luckily for me it was closer then the Curtis' so I wouldn't have to walk by their house since I knew that Sodapop would probably be sitting on the porch, looking up at the stars just thinking.
As I was scanning the houses along the street I finally came across his. It was just as I remembered it. It was a small red brick house with a cute little veranda on the front. If it was cleaned up it might look real nice but in the state it was in, and paint chipped and caked with mud, it wasn't that pretty looking. I walked up the cracked cement driveway, trying not to step on the flowers that had pushed their way up from where the cement was separated. As I stepped onto the veranda it let out a creek and I thought that it might just collapse from under me. I past many dead flower pots that were lined up nicely on the railing and under any other circumstances I would've smiled at the sight of them. As I reached the door I took a deep breath before lightly rapping my knuckles on it. It was loud enough for anyone that was awake to here it but soft enough not to wake a light sleeper.
I saw a light turn on from inside the house and heard the footsteps from someone coming down the stairs. Slowly the wooden door opened making a noise that only rusted hinges can produce. I took another deep breath as I prepared to be greeted by a person that I wasn't sure I could contain myself around. As the door was finally completely opened it revealed the well-built boy I hade seen earlier only now his shirt was missing and his eyes were more groggy then I remembered. It took him a few seconds to realize that I was standing there and that it was in fact me but when he noticed his expression changed from annoyed to worried and he opened the screen door a little more quickly then he had originally planned to.
"Kat," he said finally, "What's wrong, what are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you," I said finally, "It's important."
He just stood in the doorway scratching his rusty-colored sideburns trying to delay the fact that reality had caught up with him and it wanted to talk.
"Sure Kat," he said after what seemed like an eternity, "C'mon in."
He led me into his house and I immediately tripped over a pair of jeans that were lying in the middle of the floor. Fortunately, as always, Two-Bit was there to catch me.
"I'm sorry about the mess," he said frantically trying to pick up some of the clothes and dirty dishes that were lying around, "It's usually neater." He lied.
"Two-Bit," I said, placing my hand delicately on his arm, "It's fine. I don't mind trust me."
"Oh," He said smiling sheepishly, "Alright then."
I followed him into a room that I suppose one would classify a living or family room. There wasn't much furniture but whatever little there was consisted of an old ratty chair with stuffing coming out the back, a brown, cigarette burned couch in the same sorry state as the chair and a little folding dinner tray with 16' black and white television sitting on top of it.
"Mickey Mouse at twelve in the morning?" I asked smiling at the sight of a tough teen watching a cartoon mouse on a steamboat.
"What can I say," he said holding up a blue shirt with the same mouse on it, "I'm a fan of the Mickster, can't help but love 'im. So what did you want to talk about?" He asked even though he thought that he knew exactly what I wanted to talk about.
"Well lots of things I guess." I told him, "I've been doing a lot of thinking and I just need some answers and you're the only one who can give them to me."
"Here," he said motioning to the beat-up old couch, "Sit down."
I smoothed out the bottom of my skirt before sitting down just to prevent wrinkles. It was a habit I picked up from watching my grandmother at elegant dinner parties. She'd always do it for show but I found it extremely useful.
"Hey, Two-Bit," I asked a little unexpectedly, "Do you remember that night when the 'Socs' tried to, well, attack me. What exactly happened?"
"Why do you bring that up?" Two-Bit asked.
"Well I'd just like to know I guess." I replied. I really didn't know why I wanted to know exactly. I thought that in the long run it might get me some of the answers I was looking for.
"Well we were walkin' down Sutton from the Dingo, actually talking about you and all the good time we'd had when you was down last. Then Steve heard you cry out for him and he just started running. Not knowing much about what was going on, Sodapop and I followed. We reached the park and saw you lying there helpless under that tree and I don't know something came over all over us as we were about ready to die for you. Our hatred for those three Socs just added to our rage and thought we didn't really want to start anything we knew that they would.
"While we were talking back and forth, y'know just name callin' and stuff, I saw that the guy in the blue shirt pull something shiny out of his pocket, the first thing I did was instinctively reach for my back pocket to see if I had my switchblade but I haven't carried one around since, well since Dally died," he swallowed hard when he said this. Steve wrote to me about that when it happened. Even thought I didn't know them that well I cried when I read about it. Dallas Winston, though as tough as he was, had always been kind to me and whenever I was around he'd try and watch his swearing.
"Anyway the biggest one in the yellow started to push Steve around and well they started swinging at each other. I tried to keep my eye on the one with the blade but it was kind of hard since this other little punk kept trying to take me down by jumping on my back, so I had no choice but to leave Sodapop to deal with the knife Soc. I tried my best to look out for him, y'know watch his back, punch the guy from behind a couple 'a times but somehow he knocked Soda down, well it wasn't that hard, I mean Soda's a good fighter and all but this guy, he was huge, so he didn't have that much trouble dropping him. Anyway that Soc, drunk off his ass, kept swinging the knife around you and threatened that he was gonna stab you if we didn't back off. But when we didn't back down he actually raised the blade up in his arms and was thrusting down hard. So, with Soda down and Steve busy with that Soc in the yellow, I did the only thing I could do, I threw my self in front of you. Now let me tell you, it hurt like a bitch, but I knew that I'd rather die then let you die, so I did what I had to do." He said rubbing his side where the knife had obviously punctured his skin.
I just stood there in awe looking up at a boy I had known since childhood, who even though I hadn't even spoken to him in three years, still felt that my life was worth more than his. How could I not have known that Two-Bit saved my life? Why hadn't anyone told me? I was so overcome with respect for this boy that for the second time that wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him hard. I could tell he was overcome by this and completely surprised but soon he slid his hands around my waist, as he did earlier that night, and pulled me closer to him.
It took me a while to realize what I had done and when I did I quickly pulled away from his grasp I just looked at his face and it took all I had to keep from kissing him again but I just kept picturing Soda's eyes glistening with tears and it gave me the strength to hold back.
"I'm sorry Two-Bit," I told him, "I didn't mean to, I mean, I did obviously but, I mean, I just, I can't do this." I said finally.
"Hey, It's ok Kat," he said then he smiled at me before saying, "I've had worse things done to me."
I envied him so much, especially the way he could find away to make a joke or even just crack a smile, even at the most awkward of times, no matter how he was feeling inside.
"I'm sorry I came here," I told him, "I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother you I just," I sighed, "it was the only place I wanted to me."
He walked over to me and took me in his arms. I could feel his heart beating through his body and it comforted me in a way.
"I don't know what to think," I said looking up at his strong gray eyes, "I'm so confused, I'm just so confused."
"Hey," He said soothingly, "It's ok. Confused doesn't always have to be bad. It just gives you more time to think that's all. Now look, you can stay here tonight since I know that you don't exactly want to go back to the Curtis'. You can take my bed and I'll sleep down here on the couch, ok?"
"You don't have to, I mean, I can sleep on the couch if you want." I told him. It was true, I really didn't care where I slept as long as it wasn't on the street. Which might I add would've been where I eventually would be sleeping if I had left.
"I won't have it," he told me, "besides, you're a guest and my mom says guest always take me room."
"Well," I said finally, "I wouldn't want to defy Mrs. Mathews now would I?"
"No, you wouldn't." he said, leading me up the stairs to his bedroom.
When he opened the door to his room, I was too tired to look around and notice things like I usually did. The first thing I saw was a bed covered in dirty clothes and I immediately flopped down on it. I could hear the sound of Two-Bit's voice explaining to me that I could wear whatever of his I wanted as pajamas as long as it smelled clean. Then he stopped in mid- sentence and let out a little chuckle before tossing a blanket over me. The last thing I felt was his soft lips gently kiss my forehead and I fell asleep smiling.
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Chapter 12
When Sodapop began to walk away and I knew that I had to follow him, but a part of me wanted to stay there with Two-Bit. He looked so hurt standing there, watching me walk away, but there was nothing I could do. I loved Sodapop and I wasn't about to give him up. Yet, even in the entire mess, Two-Bit still had the good nature to crack a smile while I left him there.
While we walked back to the Curtis house, Soda said nothing. The silence was killing me but I was afraid if I broke it he might get angry again or worse, not even respond. I could tell he was hurt but I felt completely helpless. There was nothing, right now anyway, that I could say or do to ease his pain. I just kept playing the scene back in my mind, from the first time I saw Soda's tear glistened eyes o hen he pulled away when I tried to hug him. Then I remembered something he had said; Something about Two-Bit having Cathy. I couldn't help but think that Two-Bit had only been using me because he was lonely since this, this Cathy had left him. I should really stop assuming things all the time. It had gotten me in trouble time and time again, but I don't think I'll ever stop. One of my many faults is analyzing things to much without all the facts.
"The one thing I learned from all those years of being friends with Two-Bit Mathews was I can tell when he was lying." Soda said finally.
Did this mean he knew that Two-Bit in fact hadn't forced me into kissing him?
"Why'd you do it?" He continued, "Why'd you do it Kit, why?"
How was I supposed to answer to this? I took a deep breath and decided that the truth would be best.
"I was upset Soda," I started, "Seeing Steve drunk and all. Two-Bit was just there to comfort me and I guess one thing lead to another."
"So being upset gave you permission to kiss one of my best friends." He said getting a little angry.
"Soda it didn't mean anything." I lied. If it didn't mean anything why was I still thinking about it? "I love you Sodapop Curtis, you never forget that."
He stopped walking and turned to face me. I almost broke out crying seeing his face so full of pain and resentment. I'd give anything to change what had happened. I'd give anything to see his face full of the love and happiness like it had been whenever he looked at me. But I knew that that could never happen. I fear that Soda would never look at me like that again.
"I loved you Kathryn," he said placing his hands on my shoulders, "I mean I haven't loved anyone since," he paused and swallowed hard, "well since Sandy. I never thought that I could hurt that much again, but here you are proving me wrong."
"Soda please," I pleaded, "Please don't say things like that. We can work this out. Are you just going to throw away everything we had?"
"I don't know Kat," he said turning away from me, "Maybe it-maybe it would've been better if you just never came to Tulsa, why don't you just go back to where you came from."
I didn't know what to do. I hurt this boy like only one girl had before, maybe even worse. I made him wish that he never met me. For the second time that night the tears somehow found there way back to my eyes.
"I'm sorry Kat I-I didn't mean that." He said rushing over to me. "You know that me meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm just upset that's all."
"No Soda," I told him, "You were right. You'd be better off if I just stayed in Kansas. Listen, I'm going to take a little walk, I need to think and so do you. You need to find out whether or not you love me and I need to find out whether or not I should go live with Evelyn. Whatever you want me to do I'll do it. I love you Sodapop Curtis, you remember that. I want what's best for you and if that means leaving then that's what I'll do."
"Kathryn, I do love you it's just," he started, "it's just, oh I don't know."
"That's what you gotta figure out." I told him placing my hand on his chest. Now, don't come looking for me if I don't come home tonight, I'll find some place to stay."
He just looked up at me wiping a tear from my eye before kissing my forehead and walking off.
I wondered around town for an hour or so thinking about how I had hurt Sodapop. I knew I loved him but there was just something about Two-Bit that made me keep wondering if I had met him first would I have loved him more than I love Soda. I also kept thinking about who this Cathy person was. Not so much who she was really as much as why I felt jealous of her. She was obviously Two-Bit's old, or worse, current girlfriend, and for some reason I felt threatened by her. I'm a sixteen year old girl, I shouldn't have to be dealing with all these emotions, all these issues but they were mostly my fault. I could have pulled away when Two-Bit kissed me. I could have pushed him away when he tried to comfort me. Now that I thought about it I could've also not have insisted that we take a walk. But if I hadn't done all those things then I probably never would've known that Two-Bit loved me. What else I couldn't understand was why Two-Bit was in love with me. The only time we spent together was that time at the Dingo. Furthermore, wouldn't I have noticed that he was in love with me; I mean usually one has some sort of idea.
In all my wandering I kept coming back to the park. I played the incident over and over again and thought of all the what-ifs. That was another habit I should try to drop. I should learn to realize that what's done is done and no matter what, not even all the what-ifs in the word, nothing can change that. As I sat there in under the tree that I had had so many of my life changing events under, it made me think back to the night that those 'Socs' tried to hurt me. I remember how Soda and Steve had come to rescue me from them. I played it over in my head.
'Hey pal,' one said, 'Leave her alone ya hear.' Steve said.
'Or what!' one of them said.
'You don't wanna know pal.' I didn't now it then but I knew know that that voice belonged to Two-Bit. It was so like him, trying to act tough although he was probably scared stiff.
'If you're looking for a fight…' one of them said.
'Listen buddy, just let her go. She didn't do nothing. I don't want to start anything with you guys.' Soda said. I smiled remembering the way Soda had kept his cool. He always wanted to resolve things without violence.
All I remembered after that was seeing one boy in a blue shirt pull a blade and the rest was all black. The only thing after that I recall was being in the car lying in Soda's lap and Two-Bit tapping my face lightly.
'I think she's coming around.' I heard someone yell. That had been Two-Bit as well. I remember me wanting to hit him since he had been yelling so loud.
'Hey-Hey,' Soda said, putting his strong arms around me. 'It's ok your safe now.'
'You gave us quite a scare there.' Two-Bit said holding the damp cloth.
Then I remembered the state he had been in. His face was all swollen and there was blood streaming down the left side of his cheek. I tried hard to remember something. There had been something I had noticed about Two-Bit's side. He had been holding it in some way, but that's all, that's all I could remember.
Well I wasn't about to let this go unanswered so I went to the only place that I could get answers. I got up from where I had been sitting and dusted the dirt of my skirt. I looked around for a second and tried to locate where I was and where I wanted to go. I hadn't been to his house in over three years and I needed to try to remind myself where it was. It had been not far from the Curtis' house just about three blocks from there. Luckily for me it was closer then the Curtis' so I wouldn't have to walk by their house since I knew that Sodapop would probably be sitting on the porch, looking up at the stars just thinking.
As I was scanning the houses along the street I finally came across his. It was just as I remembered it. It was a small red brick house with a cute little veranda on the front. If it was cleaned up it might look real nice but in the state it was in, and paint chipped and caked with mud, it wasn't that pretty looking. I walked up the cracked cement driveway, trying not to step on the flowers that had pushed their way up from where the cement was separated. As I stepped onto the veranda it let out a creek and I thought that it might just collapse from under me. I past many dead flower pots that were lined up nicely on the railing and under any other circumstances I would've smiled at the sight of them. As I reached the door I took a deep breath before lightly rapping my knuckles on it. It was loud enough for anyone that was awake to here it but soft enough not to wake a light sleeper.
I saw a light turn on from inside the house and heard the footsteps from someone coming down the stairs. Slowly the wooden door opened making a noise that only rusted hinges can produce. I took another deep breath as I prepared to be greeted by a person that I wasn't sure I could contain myself around. As the door was finally completely opened it revealed the well-built boy I hade seen earlier only now his shirt was missing and his eyes were more groggy then I remembered. It took him a few seconds to realize that I was standing there and that it was in fact me but when he noticed his expression changed from annoyed to worried and he opened the screen door a little more quickly then he had originally planned to.
"Kat," he said finally, "What's wrong, what are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you," I said finally, "It's important."
He just stood in the doorway scratching his rusty-colored sideburns trying to delay the fact that reality had caught up with him and it wanted to talk.
"Sure Kat," he said after what seemed like an eternity, "C'mon in."
He led me into his house and I immediately tripped over a pair of jeans that were lying in the middle of the floor. Fortunately, as always, Two-Bit was there to catch me.
"I'm sorry about the mess," he said frantically trying to pick up some of the clothes and dirty dishes that were lying around, "It's usually neater." He lied.
"Two-Bit," I said, placing my hand delicately on his arm, "It's fine. I don't mind trust me."
"Oh," He said smiling sheepishly, "Alright then."
I followed him into a room that I suppose one would classify a living or family room. There wasn't much furniture but whatever little there was consisted of an old ratty chair with stuffing coming out the back, a brown, cigarette burned couch in the same sorry state as the chair and a little folding dinner tray with 16' black and white television sitting on top of it.
"Mickey Mouse at twelve in the morning?" I asked smiling at the sight of a tough teen watching a cartoon mouse on a steamboat.
"What can I say," he said holding up a blue shirt with the same mouse on it, "I'm a fan of the Mickster, can't help but love 'im. So what did you want to talk about?" He asked even though he thought that he knew exactly what I wanted to talk about.
"Well lots of things I guess." I told him, "I've been doing a lot of thinking and I just need some answers and you're the only one who can give them to me."
"Here," he said motioning to the beat-up old couch, "Sit down."
I smoothed out the bottom of my skirt before sitting down just to prevent wrinkles. It was a habit I picked up from watching my grandmother at elegant dinner parties. She'd always do it for show but I found it extremely useful.
"Hey, Two-Bit," I asked a little unexpectedly, "Do you remember that night when the 'Socs' tried to, well, attack me. What exactly happened?"
"Why do you bring that up?" Two-Bit asked.
"Well I'd just like to know I guess." I replied. I really didn't know why I wanted to know exactly. I thought that in the long run it might get me some of the answers I was looking for.
"Well we were walkin' down Sutton from the Dingo, actually talking about you and all the good time we'd had when you was down last. Then Steve heard you cry out for him and he just started running. Not knowing much about what was going on, Sodapop and I followed. We reached the park and saw you lying there helpless under that tree and I don't know something came over all over us as we were about ready to die for you. Our hatred for those three Socs just added to our rage and thought we didn't really want to start anything we knew that they would.
"While we were talking back and forth, y'know just name callin' and stuff, I saw that the guy in the blue shirt pull something shiny out of his pocket, the first thing I did was instinctively reach for my back pocket to see if I had my switchblade but I haven't carried one around since, well since Dally died," he swallowed hard when he said this. Steve wrote to me about that when it happened. Even thought I didn't know them that well I cried when I read about it. Dallas Winston, though as tough as he was, had always been kind to me and whenever I was around he'd try and watch his swearing.
"Anyway the biggest one in the yellow started to push Steve around and well they started swinging at each other. I tried to keep my eye on the one with the blade but it was kind of hard since this other little punk kept trying to take me down by jumping on my back, so I had no choice but to leave Sodapop to deal with the knife Soc. I tried my best to look out for him, y'know watch his back, punch the guy from behind a couple 'a times but somehow he knocked Soda down, well it wasn't that hard, I mean Soda's a good fighter and all but this guy, he was huge, so he didn't have that much trouble dropping him. Anyway that Soc, drunk off his ass, kept swinging the knife around you and threatened that he was gonna stab you if we didn't back off. But when we didn't back down he actually raised the blade up in his arms and was thrusting down hard. So, with Soda down and Steve busy with that Soc in the yellow, I did the only thing I could do, I threw my self in front of you. Now let me tell you, it hurt like a bitch, but I knew that I'd rather die then let you die, so I did what I had to do." He said rubbing his side where the knife had obviously punctured his skin.
I just stood there in awe looking up at a boy I had known since childhood, who even though I hadn't even spoken to him in three years, still felt that my life was worth more than his. How could I not have known that Two-Bit saved my life? Why hadn't anyone told me? I was so overcome with respect for this boy that for the second time that wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him hard. I could tell he was overcome by this and completely surprised but soon he slid his hands around my waist, as he did earlier that night, and pulled me closer to him.
It took me a while to realize what I had done and when I did I quickly pulled away from his grasp I just looked at his face and it took all I had to keep from kissing him again but I just kept picturing Soda's eyes glistening with tears and it gave me the strength to hold back.
"I'm sorry Two-Bit," I told him, "I didn't mean to, I mean, I did obviously but, I mean, I just, I can't do this." I said finally.
"Hey, It's ok Kat," he said then he smiled at me before saying, "I've had worse things done to me."
I envied him so much, especially the way he could find away to make a joke or even just crack a smile, even at the most awkward of times, no matter how he was feeling inside.
"I'm sorry I came here," I told him, "I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother you I just," I sighed, "it was the only place I wanted to me."
He walked over to me and took me in his arms. I could feel his heart beating through his body and it comforted me in a way.
"I don't know what to think," I said looking up at his strong gray eyes, "I'm so confused, I'm just so confused."
"Hey," He said soothingly, "It's ok. Confused doesn't always have to be bad. It just gives you more time to think that's all. Now look, you can stay here tonight since I know that you don't exactly want to go back to the Curtis'. You can take my bed and I'll sleep down here on the couch, ok?"
"You don't have to, I mean, I can sleep on the couch if you want." I told him. It was true, I really didn't care where I slept as long as it wasn't on the street. Which might I add would've been where I eventually would be sleeping if I had left.
"I won't have it," he told me, "besides, you're a guest and my mom says guest always take me room."
"Well," I said finally, "I wouldn't want to defy Mrs. Mathews now would I?"
"No, you wouldn't." he said, leading me up the stairs to his bedroom.
When he opened the door to his room, I was too tired to look around and notice things like I usually did. The first thing I saw was a bed covered in dirty clothes and I immediately flopped down on it. I could hear the sound of Two-Bit's voice explaining to me that I could wear whatever of his I wanted as pajamas as long as it smelled clean. Then he stopped in mid- sentence and let out a little chuckle before tossing a blanket over me. The last thing I felt was his soft lips gently kiss my forehead and I fell asleep smiling.
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