Hiya! Here's Chapter 4!! This chapter sucks really bad but I'm trying not to move this story to fast…I have a habit for doing that!! Lol!! Anywho please review and I'm sorry this chapter sucks really bad!! Sorry!!
****Two-Bit's POV****
"Where!? Where!?" Steve pushed me off the hood of his car as he glanced around frantically searching for a small glimpse of Roxanne.
"You missed her. Her and the rest of the bigtime Soc girls just turned that corner. Hard tellin which road they went down then." I laughed at Steve's skeptical look but soon realized that he didn't believe there even was a Roxanne. "No! Man, I'm serious," I said in my most believable voice.
"Two-Bit, is Roxanne somehow a girl that you made up in your mind and you're just really convinced that she's real?" I started to laugh. Ok, I'm a little bit crazy, I'll admit that. But did Steve think I was off my rocker or somethin? I don't have imaginary friends or should I say imaginary girlfriends.
"I told you I'll show her to you tomorrow at lunch." That would mean we would have to actually go to the cafeteria instead of the DX. Boy, wouldn't Soda be disappointed? He wouldn't get to see his lovely friends. "Yeah, I'll show her to you tomorrow." It didn't occur to me to mind that I was referring to her like she was an object. Like she was some toy that was meant to be looked at and played with. I would soon find out that I shouldn't treat her like that though.
Before Roxanne had turned the corner she had shot me a shy glance. Maybe she likes me. I laughed at that thought. A Soc liking a greaser? Then again, I am a very likable person. Everyone likes me, well not everyone, but the girls like me. Well, not all the girls, but some of them. Steve slapped me in the head causing me to quit arguing with myself.
"What?" I glared at him. He had to stop my argument, that mad me mad. I wanted to see which side of my head would have one. The right side or the left side? Probably the right 'cause I am always using my right hand and all that stuff.
"Nothin. Just felt like hitting you. Especially when you just stood there with that stupid grin on your face and you were staring out into space." (A/N~ Hey, face and space rhyme! Lol..sorry 'bout that..I'm just kinda hyper right now so like yeah.) Steve looked bored, and I could tell that he was getting impatient. He kept tapping his foot up and down. "Where the hell are Johnny and Pony?" He rolled his eyes at the name Pony.
Steve hated that kid more then anything. Maybe even more then he hated his own father. The only reason Steve hated Pony was because of Soda. Soda always invited Pony to go out with them, as long as they weren't taking girls, and that just bugged the hell outta Steve. Don't ask me why he got mad at Pony and not Soda when Soda was the one asking Pony if he wanted to come. I think that Steve is actually a little jealous of Pony and Soda. I mean Soda will help that kid with anything he needs help with, and he'll comfort him. But with Soda and Steve, all they do is bullshit. And sometimes I think Steve wants a little more then that; I think he wants a brother.
All that aside, I spotted Pony and Johnny walking toward the car. "Hey Pony, Johnnycakes, what took you guys so long?"
"I had to go to my locker to get some stuff for track tomorrow, and Johnny came with me." Pony barely muttered this. He was always quiet in the vacinity of Steve. He didn't like Steve very much; the same way Steve didn't like him.
"If it was already in your locker why'd you have to get it out?" Steve wondered as he crawled into the driver side of his car. Leave it to Steve to come up with something like that, then again, I was wondering the same thing.
"It needs to be washed," came the answer from the back seat.
"Does it smell?" I wondered stupidly. They all just looked at me like I was an idiot. I'm used to looks like that. Most people look at me like that. I guess half of its because I act stupid. I mean it's not like I try to act stupid, I guess I just don't really know any other way to act.
"Anyone wanna go out to eat tonight?" I wondered when we were all back at the Curtis house. Everyone was there, me, Dally, Darry, Soda, Pony, Johnny, and Steve.
"Why? You payin'?" Soda smirked at me and expected me to say no.
"Yeah, it's on me!" I held up a black wallet and opened it to reveal several ten dollar bills. Ahh…the joys of being a pickpocket and a thief.
"Who's is this?" Dally swiped it from my hands and held it up.
"Just some Soc." That was the truth enough. Socs got on my nerves so half the time I started fights with them so I could take their money.
"Two-Bit, one a these days you're gonna get caught." Darry shook his head slightly and laughed. You notice he didn't exactly scold me.
"No scolding?" I asked.
"No. That's just because I don't want to eat Soda's cooking tonight." Darry laughed.
"Hey! My cooking's not that bad! Is it guys?" We all fell silent and just looked at each other.
"Come on Soda, you made green pancakes, and you burn half the stuff you cook, and your cakes are too sugary and…" I ducked as Soda threw a punch at me. "I was just tellin the truth, ain't that right guys?" Nobody said anything. "Guys?" With that several pillows got thrown at me and Soda.
"Knock it off. I just fixed the damn clock and you guys are going to break it again." Go figure, that was Darry.
"Ok. Let's go then." I pushed Soda away from me as he kept hitting me in the arm. Then I grabbed the wallet back from Dally and headed out the door. Hey, we'd get to eat tonight without having something be a little out of the ordinary. That's what Soda's cooking was, out of the ordinary.
A/N~ The next chapter will be better!! I promise!! Please review! Thanks!! Bye!