chapter ten
Dwithouteyes:the crossover Tex/TWT, TIN is really sad, Mark and Cathy alias Miss Carlson are in it, see if you can find it it is sucky "closure" to TWT, TIN
thanks for the reviews!!! love that people are reading my stuff and actually don't hate it!!! if y'all have any ideas to help me out a little bit, i welcome them!!!
sorry that this is so short...
enjoy the fic
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He stumbled along the sidewalks, holding his sides as he went. Try to help a guy, huh? Mark thought bitterly, while fishing for keys out of the long pockets covering his dark denimn jeans. Then he remembered that the Curtis' never locked their doors, so he didn't have a key to their place. Not that he would've needed one anyway. (There was always a loose window, an easily jimmied door, always a mistake made by whoever was living in any one of the lousy houses around there, that was like a WELCOME mat to anyone wanting to get in illegally.) Mark was considering going to the house now, before Pony got there, and grab his stuff and disappear. He didn't feel like sticking around those motherf***ers. No one ever appreciated him. He was trying to help! God d**n it! And what did Pony do? Starting yelling at him! Pony was on Bryon's side, Bryon who was taking his girl. BRYON!!! His eyes spotted glass windows, but he wasn't looking to get thrown back in jail again, so he took to slamming his already bloody fist against a decrepid wooden fence. The sight of his raw hand was sickening after a while, so he took off his shirt and wrapped it around it. He was worn out, so he slid in the back door of Charlie's bar and fell asleep on the grafittied floor.
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He woke up, hearing voices that were not even trying to be quiet. Mark was prepared to fight before he even opened both eyes, but it turned out to only be Pony's makeshift family.
"Where is he?" Was the first thing he heard. It came from Darry, Pony's older brother. Darry was not the first thing he wanted to see in the morning. He could hardly stand the guy. So f**king bossy it was like he had certified papers that he owned you. Still, the guy had let Mark stay with them, so Mark never did anything to upset him. Who cared now? He didn't plan to stay there anymore.
"What the hell makes you think I know?" Darry was a bit taken back at first. Mark had always been suave and likeable before, now he was acting like an a**. Then Darry started to get mad.
"We talked to Cathy..." Sodapop put in.
Mark spit at the mention of her name. Steve gleamed. Mark was his new favorite guy for telling off the w****. He would've gave him a handshake if his hand hadn't been wrapped up and dripping red.
Mark opened his mouth again. "I ain't seen him. He ran off."
"Let us know if you do." Darry said eyeing him.
"Like hell. I don't give a f**k about Pony. Off blubbering some where about his b***h." Soda turned his head. He knew what his brother was going through.
"Lay off of my brother." Darry told him, liking Mark less and less.
"What you wanna fight me?" Mark stood up, his back aching as he did from sleeping on the hard floor.
Darry seemed to consider it, but Two-Bit popped into the bar and gave Darry a noogie. He pushed Two-Bit off and left, with Soda and Steve following.
"C'mon. Let's go get some breakfast." Two-Bit said after a minute, throwing his arm around Mark's shoulders.
"Got any money?" He said yawning.
Two-Bit flashed him a smile. "Now I do."
He glanced at his pocket and then at Two-Bit's hand, and reclaimed the $20 Two-Bit had somehow taken from him.
Dwithouteyes:the crossover Tex/TWT, TIN is really sad, Mark and Cathy alias Miss Carlson are in it, see if you can find it it is sucky "closure" to TWT, TIN
thanks for the reviews!!! love that people are reading my stuff and actually don't hate it!!! if y'all have any ideas to help me out a little bit, i welcome them!!!
sorry that this is so short...
enjoy the fic
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He stumbled along the sidewalks, holding his sides as he went. Try to help a guy, huh? Mark thought bitterly, while fishing for keys out of the long pockets covering his dark denimn jeans. Then he remembered that the Curtis' never locked their doors, so he didn't have a key to their place. Not that he would've needed one anyway. (There was always a loose window, an easily jimmied door, always a mistake made by whoever was living in any one of the lousy houses around there, that was like a WELCOME mat to anyone wanting to get in illegally.) Mark was considering going to the house now, before Pony got there, and grab his stuff and disappear. He didn't feel like sticking around those motherf***ers. No one ever appreciated him. He was trying to help! God d**n it! And what did Pony do? Starting yelling at him! Pony was on Bryon's side, Bryon who was taking his girl. BRYON!!! His eyes spotted glass windows, but he wasn't looking to get thrown back in jail again, so he took to slamming his already bloody fist against a decrepid wooden fence. The sight of his raw hand was sickening after a while, so he took off his shirt and wrapped it around it. He was worn out, so he slid in the back door of Charlie's bar and fell asleep on the grafittied floor.
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He woke up, hearing voices that were not even trying to be quiet. Mark was prepared to fight before he even opened both eyes, but it turned out to only be Pony's makeshift family.
"Where is he?" Was the first thing he heard. It came from Darry, Pony's older brother. Darry was not the first thing he wanted to see in the morning. He could hardly stand the guy. So f**king bossy it was like he had certified papers that he owned you. Still, the guy had let Mark stay with them, so Mark never did anything to upset him. Who cared now? He didn't plan to stay there anymore.
"What the hell makes you think I know?" Darry was a bit taken back at first. Mark had always been suave and likeable before, now he was acting like an a**. Then Darry started to get mad.
"We talked to Cathy..." Sodapop put in.
Mark spit at the mention of her name. Steve gleamed. Mark was his new favorite guy for telling off the w****. He would've gave him a handshake if his hand hadn't been wrapped up and dripping red.
Mark opened his mouth again. "I ain't seen him. He ran off."
"Let us know if you do." Darry said eyeing him.
"Like hell. I don't give a f**k about Pony. Off blubbering some where about his b***h." Soda turned his head. He knew what his brother was going through.
"Lay off of my brother." Darry told him, liking Mark less and less.
"What you wanna fight me?" Mark stood up, his back aching as he did from sleeping on the hard floor.
Darry seemed to consider it, but Two-Bit popped into the bar and gave Darry a noogie. He pushed Two-Bit off and left, with Soda and Steve following.
"C'mon. Let's go get some breakfast." Two-Bit said after a minute, throwing his arm around Mark's shoulders.
"Got any money?" He said yawning.
Two-Bit flashed him a smile. "Now I do."
He glanced at his pocket and then at Two-Bit's hand, and reclaimed the $20 Two-Bit had somehow taken from him.