Once Upon A Mouse

Summary: Two-Bit Mathews, the wise-cracker of the bunch falls in love with the most serious, most strict, most non-blond soc alive. What will he do to get her to loosen up and love him back? (In Two-Bit's perspective only. Should be pretty funny.)

Two-Bit's P.O.V.

"You've got a lot of nerve, ya know that?" I said to Sodapop who was eating the last of the chocolate cake before my very eye's. "After all of the bumming around I do for you and this is the thanks I get?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow like I always do when something is funny or confusing. It's a trait I have, like my long rusty-colored sideburns that I LOVE almost as much as Mickey Mouse, which is where this tail (mouse tail that is) begins.

So, once upon a mouse I grabbed a beer out of the Curtis's icebox and took a swig from it before sitting myself in front of the television like I do all of the time. Mickey Mouse wasn't on yet, but Chip and Dale were, so I figured that that would just have to do. It was a rerun in which Chip and Dale are in the zoo and they steal the peanuts away from the elephant and Donald Duck.

I watched three episodes of Chip and Dale, listening to the sounds of a pillow fight between Soda and Steve. Ponyboy sat down beside me, in front of the t.v., just as Mickey Mouse came on. I was completely mesmerized. Mickey Mouse was my one and only hero in the ENTIRE universe. That was where I got my humor from, was from Mickey.

I had watched Mickey Mouse ever since I was about three and I loved Mickey then. But none of the gang loved, no, understood Mickey the way I did. Ponyboy liked his books, Soda liked his babes, Steve liked his cars and Darry liked his career. But me, I liked my Mickey.

I absolutely hated being serious, and I absolutely hated serious people. Serious people were just so tensed up all the time, so caught up in activities that they couldn't even watch the wonder that was Mickey Mouse.

After Mickey was over, I stood up and pulled Ponyboy to his feet as well. I threw my empty beer bottle into the trash can and got yelled at by Darry, "Don't you know how to recycle?" he asked. I just rolled my eyes and walked out the front door, bellowing over my shoulder, "Why would I wanna save the earth? What the hell has the earth ever done for me?"

That was the truth though. Us greasers were treated unfairly just because we were born poor, which wasn't our faults. It wasn't my fault that my old man had been a drunk and took off, leaving my mom, me and my little sister Jenni to survive on our own. I would've gotten a job to help support my family, but no one took me seriously. I was a bit off my rocker, but I could've handled a job, so I acted like I was too cool for a job anyway (which I am, if you were wondering) But all the same, I would've gotten a job if I could've.

I headed over to the Dingo's to grab a coke and to talk to all the hoods I knew. Tim Shepard was sweet talking this real stiff looking chick. She was a brunette and she wasn't what I'd call pretty, plus the fact that she was so serious looking, but she caught my eye, the way she was standing up to Shepard that way. She wasn't doing a very good job at keeping Tim away though, so I decided to help her.

I walked over to the table that the chick and Tim were sitting at and I pulled a chair up beside the two. "Is there a problem here, Tim?" I asked Shepard, shifting my coke into my other hand. I had a plan, and boy would it be good. I had gotten the idea from the time Dallas, Ponyboy and Johnny had gone to the Nightly Double to catch a flick. This red headed broad, Cherry Valance, had poured a coke into Dally's face. That was just before Dally and Johnny died.

I missed Dallas and Johnny. Dally and me used to go out drinking together and Johnny was like a kid brother to me. And I owed Dally and Johnny both, so I figured the least I could do was do something in memory of my friends. I mean, Johnny would babysit my kid sister, Jenni, countless times so that I could go get drunk and Dally had said that he broke the windows out in the school building even though he had known it was me, so the least I could do was do something in their memory.

"Well?" I asked Tim with a comical grin, waiting for his explanation. I didn't have all night and I wanted to get this girl home and away from this rough hang-out as soon as possible.

"You stay out of this, Mathews." Tim threatened me, glaring. His smoldering eyes made me laugh. Tim reminded me of Donald Duck in a way. Maybe it was the eyes.

I simply laughed at Tim, poured the rest of my coke on his head, smiled at the girl and said to a shocked Tim, "My name is Two-Bit." I winked at the girl. Then I stood up and left, shaking my head and saying, "What a waste of a perfectly good coke..."

Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders, despite what you may have heard (or do I?) I do however own any characters that were not in the book or the movie, the Outsiders, so don't sue.

Please, R&R. I accept flames. No harm done. I appreciate your criticism actually. Two-Bit will have great fun in this Fan Fic! Love y'all! Street Panther 1