Chapter 2: The Saddest Song
Two-Bit's P.O.V.
I had started to walk back to my house to baby-sit Jenni like I was supposed to have various times. I just didn't have anything better to do with my day. I always got my booze from either the Curtis's or from parties at Buck Merill's place, but I haven't gone to Buck's since Johnny and Dallas croaked it. It was too depressing, because Dally had always hung around Buck's place with me, making funny remarks about the Hank William's music playing in the background.
I was just rounding onto Sutton Avenue when I heard the voice of a female call after me, "Wait!" I turned around to see the girl that Tim Shepard had been trying to pick up. Her brown hair was starting to come out of it's ponytail and her green eyes were watery from crying. Her mascara was slightly smeared and she was out of breath. I have long legs so I walk pretty fast so it must've been hard, trying to keep up with me I mean.
"Thanks for helping me back there." the socy chick said, attempting to smile. I myself flashed my comical grin to show her that I wasn't going to hurt her, but what kind of gal is scared of a greaser wearing a Mickey Mouse tee shirt? But I was a greaser and a pretty well known hood. I could be real mean when I wanted to be, not showing this comical side at all.
"No problem. Anytime. You've just gotta watch out for hoods like Tim Shepard. I'm Keith Mathews, but everyone calls me Two-Bit." I told her smiling good-naturedly. I flirted with greasy girls and mean soc's, but I was nice to nice soc's, if you catch my drift. I mean, people may not think that I'm bright since I'm nineteen now and I'm only halfway through my junior year in highschool, but deep down inside I'm rather... Ummm... Philosophical. I believe in the whole 'do unto others' thingy, but I figure it's just cause I'm a nice guy..
"I'm Christina Braxton." Christina said shortly. Then she asked me, perfectly cocking a brow, "Why do people call you Two-Bit?" I just smiled and laughed a bit and cocked an eyebrow back.
"Cause' I've always gotta get my two-bits worth in." I told her smiling. Christina didn't seem the smiling and laughing, jolly good time type, but the smile she flashed me looked truly genuine this time. Maybe some soc's weren't so bad, but I still hated all guy soc's. They were the one's who had caused the death of my friends.
"Hey," I asked her, thinking suddenly. "What were you doing at the Dingo. Only greasers and hoods go there." she gave me a confused look, as though she actually didn't know. That was a laugh! Everyone knew that the Dingo was a place to be avoided at all costs.
"Well, you were there, weren't you? And you certainly aren't a greaser. Then again you aren't a soc either." I just stared down at my shoes. I had forgotten the way I had dressed today. I had washed my hair the other day and had been too lazy to put any fresh hair grease in it and my shoes were new and polished because my mom had gotten a raise and said that I deserved them for watching my sister, and my pants were new too, so I looked like a middle-classer.
"I'm a grease." I said, slightly ashamed. That was the only time that I felt lousy to be a greaser. I had always been proud to be a greaser, because it was the only thing I could be, so I figured to just love what I got. But Christina looked so scared of Tim and I was way tougher than him (Tim's slouchy. I'm pretty built.)
"Oh." that was all she got out and she gawked down at her shoes too. I just turned around, ashamed, and started to walk away but Christina called after me, "Please wait! I didn't mean anything by it."
I turned back to face her, looking deep into her eyes and saw the sincerity. "Okay." I said really simply. "Listen, I don't mind being a greaser. We're just like everyone else. In fact, I could name a lot more nice greasers than I could nice soc's. Sure, you get some greasers like Tim Shepard back there, but not all of us are that way."
She sure didn't look to be believing me, so I took her hand and said real gently, "Let me introduce you to some of the best greasers in this run down city." and I began to lead her to the Curtis's.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders, I only own Christina and any other characters you do not recognize.
Okay! This story is not a sequel to The Lost Boys, but it is in my Beginning Anew trilogies. The Beginning Anew trilogies are just my stories about the Outsiders that give a true perspective on life. JC is not in this story. This is a year after Bob, Johnny and Dally's deaths, just so you know that they are dead in this story, in fact, I don't plan to write too many stories about when Johnny and Dally were alive.
I'm not going to make this a mushy gushy love story, it is simply about the strength of friendship and about what it's like to be a greasy wise-cracker. The story will get better, I promise. The next chapter will just be about Christina meeting the gang and then Two-Bit walking her home and then going to Buck Merrill's. That is when the story will become good, with Two-Bit walking in on Ponyboy in a very uncomfortable (or comfortable, depends on your outlook) situation. Until then!
Love ya,
Street Panther 1 (SP1)