After I had been drinking and talking to Curly for about an hour, listening to all his stories about the reformatory, most of them probably so exaggerated that it was almost lying, I stepped out on their porch to get some air. I had been drinking quite a lot and I felt a bit woozy, my feet didn't want to follow my brain as I stumbled out. I gripped the railing and leaned my elbows against it. I breathed in deeply trying to will the sick feeling in my stomach away. I didn't realize I wasn't alone out there until I saw a light in the dark. It was Tim sitting on the stairs lighting a cigarette. He was kind of swaying as he sat there. I was strangely glad at finding him to be just as drunk as me.

"Can I bum a smoke?" I asked and sat down next to him, he looked at me with glazed eyes smiling when he recognised me and handed me his cigarette.

"That's my last" he said. I gave it back to him after taking a long drag.

"Gonna have to swipe some more tomorrow" he grinned and I laughed not really knowing why I thought that was funny.

"You know your brother is sick…" I said chuckling at the thought of Curly's crazy stories "…but he's funny" Tim looked at the sky for awhile then said;

"Sure is a strange bird that kid, you ever read Mice and men?" He looked at my face but didn't meet my eyes "He's like that guy, he means well but he's just to rough, but I guess that's my fault" I smiled at the comparison but I had to agree with him. Who would have thought Tim would read that kind of book?

"You read much?"

"Nah, I don't really have the time to read" he said " to busy trying to keep the guy's out of the cooler" He sighed and put the cigarette out with his foot.

"You been there a lot" I said more a statement then a question.

"First time I was twelve, I stole booze for my father and that bastard didn't even bail me out, I had to sit there for four days before my mother realized I was missing" his voice was bitter and cold but he smiled widely like it was a funny story.

"Your father didn't tell her?" I asked and he laughed for along time.

"That guy doesn't even know where his own ass is…" he said and drew a hand through his hair "...besides they never talk."

"Oh…" I said as I realized that his parents wasn't living together "…who is that guy that lives with your mother then?"

"That's the second biggest asshole in the world after my old man, Roy…" he chuckled lightly "my mother has a thing for assholes, guess that's why she lets me and Curly stay at home"

"You're not an asshole" I said watching his lips curve into a smile.

"Really?" he asked sarcastically "then you just have to wait and see" I didn't get what he meant but I just shrugged it off, my mind was too woozy to analyze anything. Suddenly I felt that I had to stand up, I had to stretch out my stomach or I would throw up.

"Your mom was nice eh?" Tim asked and stood up too "Dally always said she was nice"

"Yeah, she used to talk to him and stuff…" I said shaking my head "…I never talked to him, I never even really knew him" Tim shrugged his shoulders saying:

"Maybe he didn't have anything to say"

"Did you two talk?" I asked, adding "You and Dally" when he looked at me confused.

"Not much, but this is probably the longest conversation I've had with anybody in years" he smirked.

I felt my heart swell and I reached out and laced my fingers through his, he let me and we just stood there with our fingers intertwined for a long time looking at each other. His eyes were jet black in the darkness and glimmered as he leaned down and kissed me. His tongue was warm and soft as it flickered around mine and suddenly I was pressed hard against a tree, his hands holding at my neck. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I thought that he could easily strangle me if he wanted, he was so much stronger than me and in the position I was in I couldn't really fight back. But it wasn't a shiver from fear more from excitement. He was moving his hips against mine and it felt so good that I couldn't help moaning. I felt him smile against my lips as his hands wandered over my body. When they started to wander up my skirt I drew a sharp breath and flinched, I didn't really want him to stop but he did, his hands were off me in an instance as if he had been burned and he took a step back, breathing heavily. I stayed in place as I catched my breath missing the feel of his hands on me. He reached a hand out to me and I took it and walked out from the shadows of the tree.

"I'm too drunk I need sleep" he said as we walked up the stairs to his house. I looked up at his face, the scar a sharp white line across his cheek. I stopped walking and reached my hand up to touch it, it was soft underneath my fingers. Tim took a sharp breath and clenched his jaws but didn't push my hand away.

"How did you get it?" He looked down at me and put his hands in his pockets.

"My old man" he said his eyes flashing.

"Darry said it was a tramp" the words were out before I had time to realize I had said them.

"It was" he stated bitterly. My head was spinning, his father was a tramp? Tim had started walking again and was already inside before I had even walked up the five steps of the stairs.

Hope you like it, I'm not gonna make it easy for them so there will be a lot of misunderstandings and stuff between them while they get to know each other. Tack för alla reviews!