Steve: Evie
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Two-Bit came after me as soon as I beat it outta the Curtis' house. I didn't mean to hurt Sodapop like that; I mean, he's my best friend and everything. But at the same time, that little kid brother of his was really getting to me. He was eating away at me like tapeworms in a person's stomach. So anyway, Two-Bit came after me, "Steve! Yo, Randle!! STOP RUNNING!!!!!!!!!" I stopped, but not 'cause of Two-Bit. I was getting pretty tired. I don't know how Ponyboy runs so fast. It's really unbelievable. But then again, Ponyboy is a very unbelievable person. 'Don't you think that's a little bit unfair Steve?" I asked myself. The other voice responded, "No. Not at all. The kid deserves it."
"Steve, you alright?" Two-Bit asked me before the two voices in my head could start an argument. I nodded at Two-Bit, wiping a bit of blood that was on my lip, "Fine. Just dandy!" I said sarcastically.
"You know, you guys made quite a mess back there!" Two-Bit laughed with that goofy smiled of his. I couldn't help it; I had to laugh.
"Want to go catch a movie?" I asked Two-Bit.
"Sure. Let's head on over to the Dingo."
"Okay."
We headed over to the Dingo, passing the old lot we all used to hang-out in. Two-Bit and I walked past that as quickly as possible. Nobody ever liked thinking about Johnny and Dally being dead. The lot brought back so many memories…
After the movie, I was tired and a little sore from Ponyboy. That kid was stronger than he looked. So anyway I decided to head on home. I thought that having Soda mad at me and fighting with Ponyboy had been enough to make my day bad, I was wrong. I got home to a very drunk and pissed off dad, a frightened mom and an angry Evie.
"What did I do this time?" I groaned to Evie. Evie didn't change her expression, "STEVE RANDLE! YOU ARE THE BIGGEST JERK I HAVE EVER MET!"
"What do you mean?" I was truly confused.
"What do I mean?!?!" she shrieked.
"Yeah…"
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CALL ME TONIGHT, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!! AND WHEN I CALLED YOUR HOUSE, YOUR MOM SAID YOU WERE AT THE MOVIES! YOU PROMISED WE'D SPEND MORE TIME TOGETHER!!! BUT DO YOU KEEP THAT PROMISE?! NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
I was a little scared of her now, "I…I'm sorry."
"NO! STEVE! THAT'S NOT ALL!"
"W-what now?"
"I went to Soda's house to see if you were there…you know, maybe you'd want to hang-out, or maybe you'd just been waiting for the phone or something. You know what I saw when I got there?"
"What?"
"A blood-stained floor. And a glimpse of Ponyboy Curtis all bloodied up."
"So?"
"SO?!?! I backed out for awhile, thinking that they Curtis' needed a talk. After an hour, I knocked on the door and Darry answered. Soda was asleep and Darry told me that YOU beat HIM up! That YOU were fighting with HIM!!!"
"Yeah I was. Evie, you know I can't stand the kid."
"Of course I know that. But do you have to beat him up so bad? Do you have to be fighting with a little 14 year old kid while instead we could be hanging-out and spending more time together…LIKE YOU PROMISED?!?!?!?!?!?!" she yelled at me. I balled my fists, trying not to explode. That Ponyboy Curtis was going to drive me up the wall, into outer space and back again. I hated him.
"STEVE! I'M NOT DONE YET!! DON'T YOU IGNORE ME! WE'RE OVER, YA HEAR?!" she threw my jackets, CD's and other borrowed things at me; literally at me; then stormed out of the house. Evie was gone. She was truly gone…after everything we'd been through together…my girlfriend was…gone.
I slammed my fist into the couch, causing my dad to scream even more. My mom had long since beat it outta there so I did the same. I grabbed my jacket and ran to the Curtis house, where I was probably not very welcomed. The door was unlocked and I opened it. I heard a rush as I walked in. Darry saw me, nodded to me and pointed to the couch, then rushed into Ponyboy and Soda's room. A few minutes later, he came out and I pretended to be asleep. I heard him mutter, "Pony'll have a fit." Before going to bed. I wondered why he didn't mention Soda having a fit. I couldn't really think about it anymore because I was more tired than I thought. I immediately fell asleep.
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