Two-BitGortez: Thanks for the review on Ch. 2. All these reviews are making me want to write more.
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Twobit's POV
When I left the hospital, I wasn't sure where I was going. I knew I had to get away from all this, so I decided to go to the Curtis house. I needed a drink. Yes, that would make me forget about what was happening. They probably had plenty of beer, and it turned out I was wrong. There was none in the refrigerator, so I went to the store. On the way there, I started asking myself what was wrong with me. Why couldn't I handle this? Why couldn't I just laugh and joke and shake it off? Then I knew why. We had already lost two friends, and now Pony could die too. I got two six packs of beer, and went back to the house. I drank until I couldn't think straight. Usually it is hard to tell if I'm drunk or sober because I can be so scatterbrained, but anyone could have been able to tell now. We all had our own ways to deal with what was happening. The Curtis brothers just stayed together. Steve stayed with them because he knew Soda would want him to. I drank to get my mind off things. Wait a minute, I thought. This isn't right. Shouldn't I be there too? No, I wasn't good at "being there" for anyone. The only thing anyone ever wanted me to do was cheer them up. Right now, I couldn't do that. After I drank every beer I had gotten at the store, which was a lot even for me, I fell asleep on the couch. I felt sick already.
Steve's POV
I went to look for Twobit after a while. I wasn't too surprised when I found him asleep on the couch at the Curtis house. I was surprised at how many empty beer cans I saw in the living room. He was trying to drink away problems. I thought he knew by now that didn't work. I went over to him, and he looked as sick as Pony had a couple days ago. Only Twobit had brought it all on himself.
"Twobit, wake up. Why are you doing this to yourself?"
His eyes opened, and he sat up. Suddenly, he looked angry.
"I don't know what else to do. Why did you have to come in here and wake me up? I finally forget about our messed up lives, and you have to come in here and bother me."
"You can't make this just go away no matter what you do. Drinking doesn't help anything, Twobit."
I couldn't believe I was being the voice of reason here.
"Forget it, I need another beer." Twobit said.
"There's none left. Look around. You drank it all."
"I'll just go get some more then." He started to get up, but he didn't get far before I stopped him. "Do you have any idea how drunk you really are? You can't go walking around the neighborhood like that."
"Fine then, I'll drive."
What was he thinking?
"No, you won't. You're way too drunk to be driving a car."
"What do you care anyway?"
"Are you so out of it that you don't understand none of us want you to get hurt Pony, Soda, and Darry need us right now, and all you can do is go get drunk like it makes problems disappear."
I couldn't believe what I was saying. Where was all this coming from?
"What do they need me to do? All I ever do is crack jokes and make people laugh. I can't do that now."
"Is that what you think? That's not all you do. You're a friend. Did you forget about that too when you were getting drunk?"
Twobit looked down at his feet, and I knew what I was saying to him was finally sinking in. Glory, he looked sad. I hadn't seen him like that since Johnny and Dally died.
"Twobit, can you promise me one thing?"
"I guess." He shrugged.
I wasn't sure what he would say to this.
"Promise that you won't do this anymore. Friendship can get all of us through this, but beer and getting drunk can't."
"All right. I promise."
For some reason, I believed he would keep that promise. I had to believe it because if he didn't keep it, I didn't even want to think about what would happen next.
Disclaimer: I do not own the outsiders
Twobit's POV
When I left the hospital, I wasn't sure where I was going. I knew I had to get away from all this, so I decided to go to the Curtis house. I needed a drink. Yes, that would make me forget about what was happening. They probably had plenty of beer, and it turned out I was wrong. There was none in the refrigerator, so I went to the store. On the way there, I started asking myself what was wrong with me. Why couldn't I handle this? Why couldn't I just laugh and joke and shake it off? Then I knew why. We had already lost two friends, and now Pony could die too. I got two six packs of beer, and went back to the house. I drank until I couldn't think straight. Usually it is hard to tell if I'm drunk or sober because I can be so scatterbrained, but anyone could have been able to tell now. We all had our own ways to deal with what was happening. The Curtis brothers just stayed together. Steve stayed with them because he knew Soda would want him to. I drank to get my mind off things. Wait a minute, I thought. This isn't right. Shouldn't I be there too? No, I wasn't good at "being there" for anyone. The only thing anyone ever wanted me to do was cheer them up. Right now, I couldn't do that. After I drank every beer I had gotten at the store, which was a lot even for me, I fell asleep on the couch. I felt sick already.
Steve's POV
I went to look for Twobit after a while. I wasn't too surprised when I found him asleep on the couch at the Curtis house. I was surprised at how many empty beer cans I saw in the living room. He was trying to drink away problems. I thought he knew by now that didn't work. I went over to him, and he looked as sick as Pony had a couple days ago. Only Twobit had brought it all on himself.
"Twobit, wake up. Why are you doing this to yourself?"
His eyes opened, and he sat up. Suddenly, he looked angry.
"I don't know what else to do. Why did you have to come in here and wake me up? I finally forget about our messed up lives, and you have to come in here and bother me."
"You can't make this just go away no matter what you do. Drinking doesn't help anything, Twobit."
I couldn't believe I was being the voice of reason here.
"Forget it, I need another beer." Twobit said.
"There's none left. Look around. You drank it all."
"I'll just go get some more then." He started to get up, but he didn't get far before I stopped him. "Do you have any idea how drunk you really are? You can't go walking around the neighborhood like that."
"Fine then, I'll drive."
What was he thinking?
"No, you won't. You're way too drunk to be driving a car."
"What do you care anyway?"
"Are you so out of it that you don't understand none of us want you to get hurt Pony, Soda, and Darry need us right now, and all you can do is go get drunk like it makes problems disappear."
I couldn't believe what I was saying. Where was all this coming from?
"What do they need me to do? All I ever do is crack jokes and make people laugh. I can't do that now."
"Is that what you think? That's not all you do. You're a friend. Did you forget about that too when you were getting drunk?"
Twobit looked down at his feet, and I knew what I was saying to him was finally sinking in. Glory, he looked sad. I hadn't seen him like that since Johnny and Dally died.
"Twobit, can you promise me one thing?"
"I guess." He shrugged.
I wasn't sure what he would say to this.
"Promise that you won't do this anymore. Friendship can get all of us through this, but beer and getting drunk can't."
"All right. I promise."
For some reason, I believed he would keep that promise. I had to believe it because if he didn't keep it, I didn't even want to think about what would happen next.