Two-Bit's POV (When Steve passes out)
"Call Darry!" Dally yelled into the kitchen. I grabbed the phone and dialed Darry's work number.
"Hello?" a deep southern voice answered.
"May I speak to Darryl Curits?" I asked.
"Yeah hang on a minute." The voice lost all politeness.
"Hello?" Darry's voice came on the other end of the line.
"Darry, its Two-Bit, Steve took too many pills or something and passed out." I said quickly.
"Relax Two-Bit. Steve can't OD on those pills. Just throw some water on his face." Darry replied. "He'll be fine."
"Okay, Bye." I replied and hung up. "Hey Dally Darry said to throw some water on him to wake him up.
Dally slowly grinned.
"What?" I asked.
"Never mind," Dally shook his head and went into the kitchen for some water.
Dally's POV
I grinned to myself as I pulled the pitcher of water that Soda had sitting in the icebox and walked back into the living room.
Two-Bit opened his mouth to say something but I put a finger to my lips.
I dumped the entire pitcher of ice water onto Steve who sat up abruptly.
"Holy shit! Th-That's c-c-cold." Steve sat up shivering and sent at glare out the corner of his eye at me then Two-Bit.
Two-Bit stood laughing behind the couch as I smiled innocently.
"Asshole." Steve hissed then sat up.
I shrugged and threw him a towel and looked up as the phone rang.
"Yeah?" I answered.
"Dally? Its Chrissy." I heard her sniffle on the other end.
"What's wrong?" I asked gently.
"It's Ty." She sobbed a little then sniffled. "He's dead."
That hit me hard.
"Oh my god are you okay?"
"Yeah." I heard her exchange a few words with some one and take a gulp of a drink.
"Anything you want me to do?" I asked.
"Yeah could you call Soda and Darry for me, I don't think I'm up for Walker or Colt answering the phone and telling them about..." She trailed off.
"I'll tell them. Be strong baby girl." I hung up and turned to Two-Bit.
"What's going on?" Two-Bit asked.
"Tyler's dead." Two-Bit stared blankly at me.
"You're kidding." I shook my head solemnly. "Chrissy wants one of us to call Darry and Soda."
"I'll do it." Two-Bit offered, picked up the phone and walked onto the porch.
~A\N~ HELLO!!!! Yes I'm still alive and I have the last chap written, I dunno if I should post it tomorrow or now. Let me know whatcha think I should do!
~CW~
"Call Darry!" Dally yelled into the kitchen. I grabbed the phone and dialed Darry's work number.
"Hello?" a deep southern voice answered.
"May I speak to Darryl Curits?" I asked.
"Yeah hang on a minute." The voice lost all politeness.
"Hello?" Darry's voice came on the other end of the line.
"Darry, its Two-Bit, Steve took too many pills or something and passed out." I said quickly.
"Relax Two-Bit. Steve can't OD on those pills. Just throw some water on his face." Darry replied. "He'll be fine."
"Okay, Bye." I replied and hung up. "Hey Dally Darry said to throw some water on him to wake him up.
Dally slowly grinned.
"What?" I asked.
"Never mind," Dally shook his head and went into the kitchen for some water.
Dally's POV
I grinned to myself as I pulled the pitcher of water that Soda had sitting in the icebox and walked back into the living room.
Two-Bit opened his mouth to say something but I put a finger to my lips.
I dumped the entire pitcher of ice water onto Steve who sat up abruptly.
"Holy shit! Th-That's c-c-cold." Steve sat up shivering and sent at glare out the corner of his eye at me then Two-Bit.
Two-Bit stood laughing behind the couch as I smiled innocently.
"Asshole." Steve hissed then sat up.
I shrugged and threw him a towel and looked up as the phone rang.
"Yeah?" I answered.
"Dally? Its Chrissy." I heard her sniffle on the other end.
"What's wrong?" I asked gently.
"It's Ty." She sobbed a little then sniffled. "He's dead."
That hit me hard.
"Oh my god are you okay?"
"Yeah." I heard her exchange a few words with some one and take a gulp of a drink.
"Anything you want me to do?" I asked.
"Yeah could you call Soda and Darry for me, I don't think I'm up for Walker or Colt answering the phone and telling them about..." She trailed off.
"I'll tell them. Be strong baby girl." I hung up and turned to Two-Bit.
"What's going on?" Two-Bit asked.
"Tyler's dead." Two-Bit stared blankly at me.
"You're kidding." I shook my head solemnly. "Chrissy wants one of us to call Darry and Soda."
"I'll do it." Two-Bit offered, picked up the phone and walked onto the porch.
~A\N~ HELLO!!!! Yes I'm still alive and I have the last chap written, I dunno if I should post it tomorrow or now. Let me know whatcha think I should do!
~CW~
