Sorry for the long wait again, its not as long as others, eh? I have been
very busy with judging on the awards site as of late, not to mention
finishing up some summer projects before school and getting ready for that
between work. But really, my excuse is that I got stuck...and had to get
incredibly mad about something else before it would flow for me...I know it
sounds weird, but be grateful something worked. Well, here goes. I hope you
all like how Darry is, this is the first time I have put in a different POV
(I think), and it's a little different than most people see Darry (I
think). Deal with it...it came out that way. Hope you all enjoy!
Reviews at end....
Here we go!
I have no idea how long I was out. All I knew when I woke up was that I could still hear my father yelling, but he was in another room or outside. I didn't move at first, afraid he would start in on me again if he walked in and I was alive. Not to mention the fact that I didn't think I could move if I tried considering the pain I felt having just laid there for who knew how long. My back was stinging and smarting like none other, the throbbing taking over my whole body. Then there was my head that ached like I ad been run over a truck and then beat, which wasn't far from the truth. I just didn't want to see what it might feel like to move. Not then, at least.
After a minute or so of lying there still, I lifted my head to see if anyone was around. I knew I was taking a chance, but I doubted the old man was in the room. The movement hurt just as much as I thought it might, but I ignored it and kept my vision as straight as possible. Sure enough, no one was around; and I could tell from moving my head that my violent attacker was in fact in the back of the house, not outside.
Taking my opportunity, I struggled to my feet and left the house. I was tentative about it, trying to keep quiet and creep along, but I figured he wouldn't hear anything over his own racket. Lucky for me, he didn't.
I struggled out of my house, gritting my teeth at the pain while I walked. I didn't know how I was going to make it anywhere, and I didn't really know at the time where I was going, but I was at least leaving that damn house.
I was walking a semi-farmiliar path, but again didn't really know what I was doing. Everything went by in a daze and as much as I wanted to go to Soda's, knowing it would be okay, I had no idea if I was on my way there or not. I couldn't figure it out really, and when I tried to concentrate on it, the thought didn't last long.
It was hard to think through the pain and throbbing. I could hardly stand and walk, but I, by some miracle kept my legs under me. The blurry houses around me meant nothing as I couldn't see them and that only helped in the feeling of being completely lost and in extreme pain.
Suddenly I found myself getting weaker by the second. My legs were trying to give out and my head was spinning even more. I knew I couldn't go much longer; I didn't know how long I had even been out there.
I wanted to just be at Soda's then. I wished I was, but I didn't know where I was. That is until I saw the lot. I would know that place anywhere. So, unconsciously I veered across the street and found myself in front of the Curtis home. I was so relieved, just to see the house felt like enough at the time. I had to fight real hard then to not just let go and pass out in the front yard. It would have been nice, but I wanted to be inside.
Somehow I made it up the steps and through the door without even knowing I was doing it. At that point all I knew was what I wanted, a spinning world that wouldn't stop, some distorted thoughts that made no sense, and pain everywhere else. But the door brought a little of tat back into focus. For a second I knew where I was and what I was doing.
I crashed through the door, throwing it open with no other care in the world. It must have been loud, it sure hurt my head and someone moved on the couch by the window; but I didn't care.
That's when my mind went really crazy. I don't think I made it past that point. I leaned on the couch edge right next to the door, wishing someone would just come get me. I couldn't move anymore, wasn't going to try. I just locked my knees so they wouldn't give out, or so I hoped.
(Darry's POV)
Just when I thought I might actually get some sleep that night, I heard a loud crash in the front room. Damn drunks; Dally probably broke something. It was great, now I got to go do something else for the bunch. I was happy to help out so they all came here, but I sure needed some sleep. I had work the next day.
I walked out in to the hallway, wearing only my jeans. I didn't care to put my shirt back on, no reason to if it was already off. It was quiet again, so I was sure that Dally had crashed into the table and shattered the top glass part or something. What I saw when I rounded the corner to the front room, however, was entirely different.
The door was wide-open, cool air flowing in the house and Steve was leaning against the couch closest to the door. Dally was still laying there, trying to open his eyes and not quite getting his wish.
Steve looked like a train wreck. He was bleeding fairly well from the head, clutching his side, gasping for air, dirty, and obviously trying to stay upright as he fought to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head. The grimace on his face told me he was in pain, and the stance he was in told me he was exhausted. He was shivering also, whether from shock or cold, which didn't make sense, or both I didn't know. What I did know was that he was bad; and that meant bad.
As I was looking over him, I was thinking one thing: I thought that Shepard said it wasn't a bad accident. No one was hurt too bad. If this wasn't bad, I didn't know what was. If Steve was my brother I would take him to a hospital, but knowing him he wouldn't want it, and knowing he wasn't mine to care for, his wishes stood.
Slowly I crept over to him, knowing, recognizing he needed some help, but not wanting to scare him. He was in another demension, his eyes told that much at least, and he could fly off the handle at any movement, I had seen it before.
I reached for his arm when I got about a foot away from him, but thought better of it momentarily. I needed to see if he would react to me, and not just scare him.
"Steve?" I asked quietly, but firmly.
He seemed to know where I was coming from and looked up at my face. When he recognized who I was, all the fear that was evident to me for the first time ever left and was replaced by momentary relief. But then a pleading set in, he needed help, and that was his way of asking He knew he needed help.
For a second I wondered what in the world had happened to get him so bad and have everyone else be just fine, but then was not the time to ask.
I reached out to him and slowly pulled him over to the sofa on the other side of the room. He barely made it there without hitting the floor, but I helped him out and he collapsed onto the cushions as soon as he could.
"Stay here." I told him. Then I jumped up and went to get the first aid kit and things. He needed some pillows and blankets for later and I needed rags to clean him up, so I got all that and piled it next to the sofa. Then I made my way into the kitchen for a bowl of warm water. Steve looked bewildered at it.
"What? Lets get you cleaned up and comfortable, kay?" I asked. He didn't disagree to it apparently, so I started in on him, cleaning the blood off then disinfecting and bandaging.
I decided that was a good time to start questioning things, as he was clam, not out cold yet and being taken care of.
"Shepard told me the accident wasn't bad. Said no one was hurt." I said, hoping to get a reaction out of Steve while I tried to get his head to stop its bleeding.
"Wha?" He asked, dazed like I had woken him from a sleep or a far off dream.
"The accident tonight? Shepard said it wasn't all that bad. What happened to you?"
"We were in my Dads car." He looked blankly at Dally for a second.
At first I was completely lost as to what he was trying to say. He obviously had a nasty concussion; that much was unmistakable. But he was trying to say something. Then before I got the chance to ask, thankfully, it hit me. His dad...if they crashed his car and Steve went home, it would not be pretty. And that's exactly what happened.
"Oh? Soda left out that little detail..."
Steve looked to tired and out of it to care and he said nothing to that. I knew he was tired and out of it, but at that point I was trying to get him to stay awake so he woke up in the morning. He was pretty bad off if you ask me.
"Steve, lets take off your shirt, I wanna make sure you're not going to die on me tonight." He grunted and slowly sat up with my help. We peeled his blood soaked shirt off. It didn't take long at all to see the full impact of his injuries. No wonder he was in so much pain.
His back was red and bloody, horrendous newly formed bruises covered it in a criss-cross type pattern as the bruises were rectangular shaped. In some areas his skin was cut open and oozing large amounts of blood. Some of it was fresh, some was dry-caked on, and some was thick dark red, coagulated blood.
Even as I saw it and winced inaudibly, for Steve's sake. I couldn't make sense of it. What was that from? What in the world could his dad have done to him that would inflict that kind of an injury, he could be that vicious? It made me want to throw up, my stomach flipping. If I didn't have to clean that up and take care of it I would have looked away at first glance.
I picked up the rag on the table, ringing it out so it wasn't dripping wet. I felt bad to even touch his back, the way it looked. I knew he was hurting something awful, but in time I would be done and Steve, I knew, could and would handle it just fine.
Slowly and gently I started cleaning off Steve's gruesome looking back. It really killed me, to see that, to know what he was going through and know I couldn't do anything about it. I kept cleaning...trying to push images and thoughts out of my head. I had seen enough.
Steve all this time was busy clenching his muscles, his jaw especially. He didn't want to scream, and he was trying not to. I was fully aware of the pain I was inflicting him. It was horrible.
Even as I mechanically cleaned off Steve's back and started to bandage it so it wouldn't stick to anything, I heard someone slowly shuffle into the room. Looking up, I saw it was Ponyboy. He hadn't woken when Soda went in there, but something had since.
"Darry?" he asked groggily.
"Yeah?" I went back to caring for Steve's back, but waited for his response. I reached over to the table and got some disinfectant for a few of the deeper open wounds.
"What's going on? Is Soda drunk? He has liquor on his breath."
"Yup, he's drunk all right."
"Why? What are you doing?"
"He decided to have a little too much fun, now go to bed."
"What are you doing?"
"Get the hell out!" Steve growled in a low voice. I knew he didn't want Pony to see him in his worst, weakest state. That was one thing that Steve couldn't take that night. I knew him well enough to know that.
"Pony go to bed." I gave him a look that said I would tell him later, but he had to scram.
"But I cant sleep next to Soda. That smell makes me sick, Dar." He nearly whined, he always did when he was sleepy.
"Sleep on my bed, kiddo. It's fine. Just go."
He turned around without protest and shuffled his way back down the long hallway to my bed. I was just glad he was out of the room; having seen no more than Steve's face and mine. It was better that way...for him and especially Steve.
It took a while longer to get everything to stop bleeding, bandages on, and Steve settled. When I had finished with his back, I rolled him over to find the same on his stomach, just not to the same extent, thankfully. I didn't see any blood on his pants, so I left that be. By the time I was done, he had bandages everywhere; his head, back, stomach, and arms. But he seemed to feel a bit better.
"Hey, Steve? You want another shirt, or what?" I asked. I didn't know if he cared all that much, but he was still shivering something awful. That kid sure was bad off. I still wanted to take him to a hospital. I was worried he would die that night, the way his back looked and the way he was acting. He might not wake up form his slumber, or he might just die from internal bleeding. However, something told me to leave him be, he wouldn't go to no hospital and I couldn't make him...I tried to tell myself he would be fine, but for the first time ever, I worried about him. I worried about his health and sending him home again. I vowed he wouldn't go home till he was doing better.
"Steve?" He hadn't answered, but he was still awake, or so it seemed.
He grunted slightly. At least he knew I was talking to him I guess.
I decided to veto the shirt thing, I would have to change his bandages in the morning again anyway. Might as well make it easier for the both of us.
For a second, I thought about giving him some aspirin before he lost all touch with reality. Not only was he in pain, but he was drunk and the morning was going to be hell and a half for him with a hang over and all. The aspirin might help with that, but I decided it wasn't worth it right then. He would probably choke on the pill seeing as how he was barely conscious.
It wasn't long till he was out cold, the pain no longer penetrating his brain. I sat on the coffee table for a long time that night, thinking, watching, listening and wishing I knew what to do with all these hoods I couldn't help. Johnny, Steve, Dally; none of them had true family, we were their family. They all needed something, and I couldn't give it to them...I could only give what I already had.
Eventually I fell asleep in the armchair, lost in my thoughts and too exhausted to do anything else.
REVIEWS!
Keira: LOL. You handle anger much better than I do, so don't worry your little head. I'm so glad you liked that last chapter, I would kill you if you didn't considering....LOL, j/k. But I hope you like this one as much...I got on a roll and I don't think its half bad...or so I hope. But then again, Im posting this while your gone. HAHAHA. That's what you get for ditching me! Lol. Talk to ya later!
Sodapop02: HAHAHA, yeah. Thanks. Steve does have it bad...I guess you have to keep reading to see if he goes back. And trust me, Darry isn't happy...but he doesn't tell Sodapop what to do, he's an adult in Darry's eyes. Anyway...hope you enjoy!
Tensleep: Thanks! Well, yeah, you do know what's going to happen, but even though I wrote this...when I read it again...I was like....wow! It turned out...different than I thought it would somehow...it was weird. In any case...I got this review! Celebrate! Well, talk to ya when you get back...just so you know im dying here. Kiks is gone AGAIN. She was going to ditch out on this ting she has...but then they put her in charcge....GRRRR. Someone's going to die. LOL. See ya later.
His Royal Highness: Jhon...all I can say is...don't you dare roll your car! And don't blame it on me...cuz I will be up there kicking your ass when you get better for how much you would put everyone through. Got it? That's right...do you hear it? I do....the chant.... Rock kicks some major ass getting louder Rock kicks some major ass a yell sticks out form the croud More than the king!....LOL. Couldn't help it. Hope you ahd fun camping. See ya!
BoboTheSemiDeadCat: Interesting name... and thanks! I really like it, obviously. Im really happy you do to! Well, keep reading, it only gets better.
Oblivious Misconception: Wow...for one of the first times...im speechless! I loved your review! Thanks... all I can say is I put a ton of work into that and you made me feel sooo much better about it. I wasn't sure it would hit the spot. Thank you soo much! How did your drag racing adventure go? I'd be interested to know...seeing as I love to race now that I have a car that can get me a name...LOL. Hope this chapter is as good as the last! Thanks again. I cant say that enough.
DaNNi BaBezZz: LOL, yes long...very long...not as long as some I write...but I agree. I couldn't break it up though, that would be cruel, unusual punishment, and I don't believe in that stuff. HAHA...I could tell you to never rev the engine with your parents in the car...it doesn't matter how old you get, they still freak out....trust me. Well, I hope you loved this chapter too!
Tessie26: hey sweet! I love Steve fics, and there weren't any..so I wrote one...kinda like SE Hinton writing The Outsiders...anyway...I hope you enjoyed! Keep reading!
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I have no idea how long I was out. All I knew when I woke up was that I could still hear my father yelling, but he was in another room or outside. I didn't move at first, afraid he would start in on me again if he walked in and I was alive. Not to mention the fact that I didn't think I could move if I tried considering the pain I felt having just laid there for who knew how long. My back was stinging and smarting like none other, the throbbing taking over my whole body. Then there was my head that ached like I ad been run over a truck and then beat, which wasn't far from the truth. I just didn't want to see what it might feel like to move. Not then, at least.
After a minute or so of lying there still, I lifted my head to see if anyone was around. I knew I was taking a chance, but I doubted the old man was in the room. The movement hurt just as much as I thought it might, but I ignored it and kept my vision as straight as possible. Sure enough, no one was around; and I could tell from moving my head that my violent attacker was in fact in the back of the house, not outside.
Taking my opportunity, I struggled to my feet and left the house. I was tentative about it, trying to keep quiet and creep along, but I figured he wouldn't hear anything over his own racket. Lucky for me, he didn't.
I struggled out of my house, gritting my teeth at the pain while I walked. I didn't know how I was going to make it anywhere, and I didn't really know at the time where I was going, but I was at least leaving that damn house.
I was walking a semi-farmiliar path, but again didn't really know what I was doing. Everything went by in a daze and as much as I wanted to go to Soda's, knowing it would be okay, I had no idea if I was on my way there or not. I couldn't figure it out really, and when I tried to concentrate on it, the thought didn't last long.
It was hard to think through the pain and throbbing. I could hardly stand and walk, but I, by some miracle kept my legs under me. The blurry houses around me meant nothing as I couldn't see them and that only helped in the feeling of being completely lost and in extreme pain.
Suddenly I found myself getting weaker by the second. My legs were trying to give out and my head was spinning even more. I knew I couldn't go much longer; I didn't know how long I had even been out there.
I wanted to just be at Soda's then. I wished I was, but I didn't know where I was. That is until I saw the lot. I would know that place anywhere. So, unconsciously I veered across the street and found myself in front of the Curtis home. I was so relieved, just to see the house felt like enough at the time. I had to fight real hard then to not just let go and pass out in the front yard. It would have been nice, but I wanted to be inside.
Somehow I made it up the steps and through the door without even knowing I was doing it. At that point all I knew was what I wanted, a spinning world that wouldn't stop, some distorted thoughts that made no sense, and pain everywhere else. But the door brought a little of tat back into focus. For a second I knew where I was and what I was doing.
I crashed through the door, throwing it open with no other care in the world. It must have been loud, it sure hurt my head and someone moved on the couch by the window; but I didn't care.
That's when my mind went really crazy. I don't think I made it past that point. I leaned on the couch edge right next to the door, wishing someone would just come get me. I couldn't move anymore, wasn't going to try. I just locked my knees so they wouldn't give out, or so I hoped.
(Darry's POV)
Just when I thought I might actually get some sleep that night, I heard a loud crash in the front room. Damn drunks; Dally probably broke something. It was great, now I got to go do something else for the bunch. I was happy to help out so they all came here, but I sure needed some sleep. I had work the next day.
I walked out in to the hallway, wearing only my jeans. I didn't care to put my shirt back on, no reason to if it was already off. It was quiet again, so I was sure that Dally had crashed into the table and shattered the top glass part or something. What I saw when I rounded the corner to the front room, however, was entirely different.
The door was wide-open, cool air flowing in the house and Steve was leaning against the couch closest to the door. Dally was still laying there, trying to open his eyes and not quite getting his wish.
Steve looked like a train wreck. He was bleeding fairly well from the head, clutching his side, gasping for air, dirty, and obviously trying to stay upright as he fought to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head. The grimace on his face told me he was in pain, and the stance he was in told me he was exhausted. He was shivering also, whether from shock or cold, which didn't make sense, or both I didn't know. What I did know was that he was bad; and that meant bad.
As I was looking over him, I was thinking one thing: I thought that Shepard said it wasn't a bad accident. No one was hurt too bad. If this wasn't bad, I didn't know what was. If Steve was my brother I would take him to a hospital, but knowing him he wouldn't want it, and knowing he wasn't mine to care for, his wishes stood.
Slowly I crept over to him, knowing, recognizing he needed some help, but not wanting to scare him. He was in another demension, his eyes told that much at least, and he could fly off the handle at any movement, I had seen it before.
I reached for his arm when I got about a foot away from him, but thought better of it momentarily. I needed to see if he would react to me, and not just scare him.
"Steve?" I asked quietly, but firmly.
He seemed to know where I was coming from and looked up at my face. When he recognized who I was, all the fear that was evident to me for the first time ever left and was replaced by momentary relief. But then a pleading set in, he needed help, and that was his way of asking He knew he needed help.
For a second I wondered what in the world had happened to get him so bad and have everyone else be just fine, but then was not the time to ask.
I reached out to him and slowly pulled him over to the sofa on the other side of the room. He barely made it there without hitting the floor, but I helped him out and he collapsed onto the cushions as soon as he could.
"Stay here." I told him. Then I jumped up and went to get the first aid kit and things. He needed some pillows and blankets for later and I needed rags to clean him up, so I got all that and piled it next to the sofa. Then I made my way into the kitchen for a bowl of warm water. Steve looked bewildered at it.
"What? Lets get you cleaned up and comfortable, kay?" I asked. He didn't disagree to it apparently, so I started in on him, cleaning the blood off then disinfecting and bandaging.
I decided that was a good time to start questioning things, as he was clam, not out cold yet and being taken care of.
"Shepard told me the accident wasn't bad. Said no one was hurt." I said, hoping to get a reaction out of Steve while I tried to get his head to stop its bleeding.
"Wha?" He asked, dazed like I had woken him from a sleep or a far off dream.
"The accident tonight? Shepard said it wasn't all that bad. What happened to you?"
"We were in my Dads car." He looked blankly at Dally for a second.
At first I was completely lost as to what he was trying to say. He obviously had a nasty concussion; that much was unmistakable. But he was trying to say something. Then before I got the chance to ask, thankfully, it hit me. His dad...if they crashed his car and Steve went home, it would not be pretty. And that's exactly what happened.
"Oh? Soda left out that little detail..."
Steve looked to tired and out of it to care and he said nothing to that. I knew he was tired and out of it, but at that point I was trying to get him to stay awake so he woke up in the morning. He was pretty bad off if you ask me.
"Steve, lets take off your shirt, I wanna make sure you're not going to die on me tonight." He grunted and slowly sat up with my help. We peeled his blood soaked shirt off. It didn't take long at all to see the full impact of his injuries. No wonder he was in so much pain.
His back was red and bloody, horrendous newly formed bruises covered it in a criss-cross type pattern as the bruises were rectangular shaped. In some areas his skin was cut open and oozing large amounts of blood. Some of it was fresh, some was dry-caked on, and some was thick dark red, coagulated blood.
Even as I saw it and winced inaudibly, for Steve's sake. I couldn't make sense of it. What was that from? What in the world could his dad have done to him that would inflict that kind of an injury, he could be that vicious? It made me want to throw up, my stomach flipping. If I didn't have to clean that up and take care of it I would have looked away at first glance.
I picked up the rag on the table, ringing it out so it wasn't dripping wet. I felt bad to even touch his back, the way it looked. I knew he was hurting something awful, but in time I would be done and Steve, I knew, could and would handle it just fine.
Slowly and gently I started cleaning off Steve's gruesome looking back. It really killed me, to see that, to know what he was going through and know I couldn't do anything about it. I kept cleaning...trying to push images and thoughts out of my head. I had seen enough.
Steve all this time was busy clenching his muscles, his jaw especially. He didn't want to scream, and he was trying not to. I was fully aware of the pain I was inflicting him. It was horrible.
Even as I mechanically cleaned off Steve's back and started to bandage it so it wouldn't stick to anything, I heard someone slowly shuffle into the room. Looking up, I saw it was Ponyboy. He hadn't woken when Soda went in there, but something had since.
"Darry?" he asked groggily.
"Yeah?" I went back to caring for Steve's back, but waited for his response. I reached over to the table and got some disinfectant for a few of the deeper open wounds.
"What's going on? Is Soda drunk? He has liquor on his breath."
"Yup, he's drunk all right."
"Why? What are you doing?"
"He decided to have a little too much fun, now go to bed."
"What are you doing?"
"Get the hell out!" Steve growled in a low voice. I knew he didn't want Pony to see him in his worst, weakest state. That was one thing that Steve couldn't take that night. I knew him well enough to know that.
"Pony go to bed." I gave him a look that said I would tell him later, but he had to scram.
"But I cant sleep next to Soda. That smell makes me sick, Dar." He nearly whined, he always did when he was sleepy.
"Sleep on my bed, kiddo. It's fine. Just go."
He turned around without protest and shuffled his way back down the long hallway to my bed. I was just glad he was out of the room; having seen no more than Steve's face and mine. It was better that way...for him and especially Steve.
It took a while longer to get everything to stop bleeding, bandages on, and Steve settled. When I had finished with his back, I rolled him over to find the same on his stomach, just not to the same extent, thankfully. I didn't see any blood on his pants, so I left that be. By the time I was done, he had bandages everywhere; his head, back, stomach, and arms. But he seemed to feel a bit better.
"Hey, Steve? You want another shirt, or what?" I asked. I didn't know if he cared all that much, but he was still shivering something awful. That kid sure was bad off. I still wanted to take him to a hospital. I was worried he would die that night, the way his back looked and the way he was acting. He might not wake up form his slumber, or he might just die from internal bleeding. However, something told me to leave him be, he wouldn't go to no hospital and I couldn't make him...I tried to tell myself he would be fine, but for the first time ever, I worried about him. I worried about his health and sending him home again. I vowed he wouldn't go home till he was doing better.
"Steve?" He hadn't answered, but he was still awake, or so it seemed.
He grunted slightly. At least he knew I was talking to him I guess.
I decided to veto the shirt thing, I would have to change his bandages in the morning again anyway. Might as well make it easier for the both of us.
For a second, I thought about giving him some aspirin before he lost all touch with reality. Not only was he in pain, but he was drunk and the morning was going to be hell and a half for him with a hang over and all. The aspirin might help with that, but I decided it wasn't worth it right then. He would probably choke on the pill seeing as how he was barely conscious.
It wasn't long till he was out cold, the pain no longer penetrating his brain. I sat on the coffee table for a long time that night, thinking, watching, listening and wishing I knew what to do with all these hoods I couldn't help. Johnny, Steve, Dally; none of them had true family, we were their family. They all needed something, and I couldn't give it to them...I could only give what I already had.
Eventually I fell asleep in the armchair, lost in my thoughts and too exhausted to do anything else.
REVIEWS!
Keira: LOL. You handle anger much better than I do, so don't worry your little head. I'm so glad you liked that last chapter, I would kill you if you didn't considering....LOL, j/k. But I hope you like this one as much...I got on a roll and I don't think its half bad...or so I hope. But then again, Im posting this while your gone. HAHAHA. That's what you get for ditching me! Lol. Talk to ya later!
Sodapop02: HAHAHA, yeah. Thanks. Steve does have it bad...I guess you have to keep reading to see if he goes back. And trust me, Darry isn't happy...but he doesn't tell Sodapop what to do, he's an adult in Darry's eyes. Anyway...hope you enjoy!
Tensleep: Thanks! Well, yeah, you do know what's going to happen, but even though I wrote this...when I read it again...I was like....wow! It turned out...different than I thought it would somehow...it was weird. In any case...I got this review! Celebrate! Well, talk to ya when you get back...just so you know im dying here. Kiks is gone AGAIN. She was going to ditch out on this ting she has...but then they put her in charcge....GRRRR. Someone's going to die. LOL. See ya later.
His Royal Highness: Jhon...all I can say is...don't you dare roll your car! And don't blame it on me...cuz I will be up there kicking your ass when you get better for how much you would put everyone through. Got it? That's right...do you hear it? I do....the chant.... Rock kicks some major ass getting louder Rock kicks some major ass a yell sticks out form the croud More than the king!....LOL. Couldn't help it. Hope you ahd fun camping. See ya!
BoboTheSemiDeadCat: Interesting name... and thanks! I really like it, obviously. Im really happy you do to! Well, keep reading, it only gets better.
Oblivious Misconception: Wow...for one of the first times...im speechless! I loved your review! Thanks... all I can say is I put a ton of work into that and you made me feel sooo much better about it. I wasn't sure it would hit the spot. Thank you soo much! How did your drag racing adventure go? I'd be interested to know...seeing as I love to race now that I have a car that can get me a name...LOL. Hope this chapter is as good as the last! Thanks again. I cant say that enough.
DaNNi BaBezZz: LOL, yes long...very long...not as long as some I write...but I agree. I couldn't break it up though, that would be cruel, unusual punishment, and I don't believe in that stuff. HAHA...I could tell you to never rev the engine with your parents in the car...it doesn't matter how old you get, they still freak out....trust me. Well, I hope you loved this chapter too!
Tessie26: hey sweet! I love Steve fics, and there weren't any..so I wrote one...kinda like SE Hinton writing The Outsiders...anyway...I hope you enjoyed! Keep reading!