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We started meeting up a lot after that.

xXx

One night, we were sitting out on the football field of all places – or, really, Two-Bit was sitting there, and I was standing right in front of him, talking and pacing back and forth because no one could get me talking like him. He had a lit cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke dangled between us in the cold air. There wasn't a soul around. Two-Bit had told his buddies he was taking his sister to some church thing; I had told my father I had a date with Jerry. But we were together instead. And I was having a pretty good time. I was smiling, and I was making him laugh, and that was good enough for me.

"Okay, so, you know the scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz?"

"In the movie?"

"Yes! Him."

"What about him?"

"Well, when I lived in New York, my father liked to take me out and…I dunno, expose me to all the cultural stuff. So I've been to a lot of plays. Last year was Man of La Mancha, the year before was Hello, Dolly. I dunno, maybe that's why I want to audition for the musical in the spring…"

"What about the scarecrow?" he cut in, steering me back on course.

"Right. So, about four years ago, we went to this play called All American. The guy who played the scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz, he was the lead role, yeah? And the play was alright, but there's this one song in it that I just love, I think everyone really loves it. Have you heard the song 'Once Upon a Time'?"

I was breathless. He seemed fascinated by my spectacle, and smiled at me around his cigarette. "Can't say I have," he said out of the side of his mouth.

I deflated. "You haven't?"

Two-Bit shook his head. "Musical theater ain't exactly my beat, honey."

My shoulders slumped and I fell down next to him, defeated. So much for common interests.

I looked at this guy sitting next to me and consciously thought to myself for the first time that Two-Bit was handsome. I know I must have realized it subconsciously before, but Two-Bit Mathews was a good-looking guy. It was a different kind of handsome than Sodapop Curtis or Jerry, but he had a great smile and dark auburn hair and I couldn't believe I hadn't really thought about him in that way before.

"Right," I said definitively. "Right, right."

He shrugged. "Maybe if you did a private performance of it right now for me, maybe I'd recognize it." He elbowed me in the side and I huffed a laugh.

"I don't think so! Nuh-uh." I turned to face him. "I miss being able to do that. Go to plays all the time, I mean. I didn't think I would. Didn't have time to think I would. The move…it all happened so quickly."

"Why did you move?"

I picked at the dead grass. "My father's a professor. History. He's written a few books, and besides the trust he got from my grandfather, that's how we came across money. They're real scholastic, so it's not like you'd want to read them, or your little friend."

"Ponyboy?"

"Him, yeah. Anyway, he'd been teaching at New York University for a while, and he wasn't department chair just yet, but he was really well-respected. So, he applied for tenure. But, for whatever reason, they denied his application. I have no clue why, and when I ask…he won't tell me. Which is worrying enough." I sighed. I couldn't look him in the eye anymore, and I worried I might start crying. It was a ridiculous thing to cry about – it had been months since the move – but it still stung. "He quit after that. He looked for work out east for a while, but I guess he decided to just cut ties completely because after he got the offer at Oklahoma, he dropped everything. Came into my room one day, told me that he'd gotten a new job. I was happy for him at first, but when he told me we'd be moving out here…"

"Not so great, huh?" Two-Bit asked quietly.

"Yeah," I breathed. "It's really not. Here…will never be like it was there. Home isn't the same anymore. Dad's always been busy, but we've always been able to spend time together. Now, all he cares about is work. I just…I thought – "

"Your old man cares about you," Two-Bit said, nipping the waterworks in the bud, and I appreciated him saying that, I did, but there were days it didn't feel like it. "He does. Ya dig?"

"I know."

"C'mon, now. I mean it. I'm sure he's as crazy about you as I am." He shot me his most dazzling smile.

"That's not exactly reassuring, Two-Bit," I said, but I was smiling a little now, and that was probably his goal.

"Ain't the winter formal coming up next month?"

Well that was a sudden change in topic. "Yeah. Why do you care?"

Two-Bit shrugged and flicked his cigarette butt out into the dead, frozen grass. "Well, just figgered that since I got me an inside man – that's you – I'd get your insight on somethin'."

"What's that?"

"Well, see, me and a few buddies sorta have this bet going on who's gonna get nominated for Snow Queen."

I shot him a funny look. "Really? Even me and my friends aren't really talking about that. Don't you and your friends have anything better to talk about?"

"Eh, not really. Girls, girls, girls. You know how it is."

"Sure," I giggled. "So who're you thinking?"

"You know your friend Penny?"

I stared at him for a second – Jesus, Mary and Joseph, he's nuts – and then started to emphatically shake my head. "Penny?" I repeated. "No way."

"Well, how come?"

I sputtered. "Because! Because…she's not that sort of girl!"

"So?"

"So," I repeated, and my shoulders slumped. "She's just not that sort of girl, that's all."

"I bet you she will."

"She won't," I insisted. "She has no chance."

Two-Bit just shook his head, not trusting my input. "I'm telling ya, she's gonna get nominated."

It was my turn to shake my head. My vote was no; Penny was my friend, and she was sweet, but she couldn't make the royal court for any dance. No. Two-Bit didn't even have a reason to think she could. We had met up to discuss Vickie's connection to Dallas, but we both knew that was an excuse just to sit out here and talk. We didn't want to talk about Dallas and Vickie. The Winter Dance was apparently a much more pressing matter, considering the nominations would be announced right before Thanksgiving break. And that was coming up soon.

"You know who I really think is gonna get nominated?" Two-Bit mused.

I rolled my eyes to the dark, starry sky. "Who?" I asked.

"You," he grinned.

I groaned dramatically, and he laughed. I had no desire to be a snow princess or snow queen. That was not a desired royal court to be on. Homecoming or prom queen was something to truly aim for; who remembers the Snow Queen? "I doubt that, too, Two-Bit. No one would vote for me. Come on!"

"I'm willing to bet on it."

I turned my head and looked him straight in the eye, straight at that grinning fool. Some days, I remembered why we had such a hard time getting along. Right as we figured out how to be with each other, Two-Bit said something stupid, like how he thought I would be nominated for snow queen.

Well, wait.

Was that some sort of compliment?

"Oh yeah?" I asked. Two-Bit nodded. "What're you willing to bet?"

Two-Bit pursed his lips, his eyes lit up in absolute delight. I could see the gears in his head turning, pretending to think real hard. Then he looked back at me and smirked. "Alright, Miz Bee. If you don't get nominated...I will never drag you out here again, and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the year."

He looked at me devilishly and I shrunk in on myself. That may have been a good offer for my former self, when I had first met him, but now? Maybe not. "And if you win?" I asked quietly.

Two-Bit's eyes lit up. "If I win," he drawled, "you have to go on a date with me."

I laughed out loud at that. That jackass!

"You're kidding!" I said, wiping my eyes.

"Nope. Not kidding at all. Miz Bee, I ain't one to kid. I'm serious."

I wanted to cover my ears with my hands. A date with Two-Bit. God only knew what trouble that would get us in. But it wasn't really a date, was it? No, of course not. Of course not. You have to be romantically interested in the person for it to be considered a date. I think. I sighed and gave in, sticking my hand out.

"It's a deal, Mathews," I grumbled. He grinned and we shook on it.

"Good deal, Miz Bee."

I couldn't wait to see how this turned out.

xXx

Jerry and I were up to our elbows in bubbles. I had finally had him over to meet Dad, and Jerry had gallantly volunteered to help me wash the dishes after dinner.

"You really liked him?" I asked, hopeful.

My bookish father had been uncharacteristically social during dinner, entertaining and charming and talkative. Since when was he any of those things? He was in full-on faculty party mode – he had probably used the dinner to prepare for the onslaught of Christmas parties we would be attending. I will admit, I was very amused by the whole thing and couldn't keep the smile off my face, silently thanking my father the entire time for not doing anything embarrassing.

"I did," Jerry insisted. "I really did, no lie. I think he's a great guy, I wish I could've met him sooner."

I grinned up at him, getting up on my tiptoes to kiss him. My way of thanks.

We fell into a comfortable silence, washing and rinsing and drying and stacking. The continuous monotony of doing the dishes. "My mother usually does this," Jerry eventually said.

"Yeah?" I did it just about every night. I made dinner most nights, too. Dad was hopeless in the kitchen.

"Yeah. Not so bad, though, I guess. Kinda domestic." He laughed, and I didn't know if I found it all that funny, but I laughed, too. "I could see us doing this."

"Doing what?" I asked. "Dishes?"

He shrugged. "I mean, I guess, but I meant the whole…" He waved a sudsy hand, "domestic thing. I guess like my folks."

I slowed down my drying. "Oh?" I thought of his parents, his mother at home all day while his father worked. "That's nice." I pursed my lips. "Did your mom work before she met your father?" Mine hadn't. She was living at home with her parents, but she had studied music in school. She just hadn't done anything with it.

"No," he said. "I mean, if my dad works, I don't see why she would need to."

Maybe because she would want to. Maybe because I would want to, I thought.

I set the last plate down in the dishrack. I was not about to be reduced to the stereotype of a housewife. Maybe Jerry's mother was content sitting at home, but what about me? Why was I the one who had to clean the dishes while he got to go out and work? What if there were things I wanted to do with my life?

Why are men the ones who get to go out and get what they want?

"I'm not your mother, though, Jerry," I said. "I mean, what if there's something I want to do before I get stuck at home doing your dishes?"

Jerry stumbled. "Well, I mean…I guess I never really thought about it like that."

"Well, maybe you should," I snapped. "We don't have to be our parents, you know."

"I know," Jerry insisted. "I know that. I get that you've got things you wanna do. Just…the way my folks have done it just makes sense to me."

I frowned, setting my jaw in a defiant line. "What makes sense to you?"

Jerry shrugged. "What I have at home, I guess," he said. "There are things my mom does, and things my dad does. That's how it's always been."

I took a deep breath. I wouldn't yell. I wouldn't tell him that even though my father wasn't great in the kitchen, he did a lot of other stuff that mothers would typically do, and he did them just fine. "But it's not how it's always going to be, Jerry. Why not break the chain with us?" I asked calmly, my tone cool.

"It don't need to be broken," he snapped. "Things are fine the way they are. Why do you care so much, anyways?"

"Because I don't just want to be another housewife wasting away," I hissed.

Jerry looked taken aback, then he frowned. "She ain't wasting away," he said coolly. "All I said was that moms are usually the ones who do housekeeping stuff. And my mom seems to like it. That's all."

I had to keep the smirk off my face. "Yeah, and all women on the planet want the same thing," I retorted.

"Ya know what? Forget I said anything," he grumbled. "Just...ya don't have to take it all so serious, Bridget. I'll see ya later."

I watched him grab his coat and walk out the back, letting the door slam. I slumped my shoulders, absolutely distraught. Maybe he was right; maybe I was being too serious. But then again, there was something wrong with what he had said. Jerry was a good guy; why had he insisted on shoving the two of us into pre-determined roles? Couldn't I make that choice for myself? I didn't need him to tell me that I should do the dishes just because his mother did. His mother was stuck in the past; I was looking forward.

"Where'd Jerry go?" My father asked as he came into the kitchen.

I gave him a brave smile and shrugged. "Said he had to get home. Had some homework to finish," I lied. Dad nodded and headed back out.

Jerry was planning to follow in his father's footsteps. And he wanted me to be his perfect housewife. I wanted to tell somebody about it all, but I knew the only person I wanted to tell was probably in the middle of a late-night poker game.

xXx

Vickie and Missy were quick to intercept me as I walked out of school the day before we got out for Thanksgiving break. They were all smiles.

"Go on and tell her, Missy," Vickie said, handing down her orders.

Missy grinned at me. "Did you hear?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Hear what?"

"That you were nominated for snow queen! You, Cherry, Vickie, and a couple of seniors. Isn't that the best?"

Well, then. Looked like I had lost that bet. I gave the two of them curious looks. "Well, wait," I said slowly, "They weren't supposed to announce nominations until tomorrow."

Vickie rolled her eyes. "We all have our connections, Bee Stevens," she sang. "And I happen to have mine in a place where I can find out these sorts of things early." Vickie frowned at me. "Aren't you excited?"

I shrugged. "I suppose so," I said. Honestly, the thing that surprised me most was that Vickie wasn't upset Cherry and I had been nominated alongside her. When she and Cherry were both nominated for homecoming queen, she about went ballistic. Said she didn't like competing against us, but we all knew she just liked to win and didn't think the rest of us should even get nominated. "I just wasn't expecting to be nominated is all."

"Well, you are," Missy said, "and the two of us are gonna help you pick out a dress."

My mind was reeling as the two of them kept on talking. Who would have even nominated me? Two-Bit surely wouldn't've gone that far just to make sure he won. No, he couldn't have.

"'Ey! Bee Stevens!"

Speak of the devil. Two-Bit looked at me from his truck, smiling brightly while he smoked a cigarette.

Vickie gave me a look. "What on earth does he want with you?"

"He probably just wants to ask for answers to the homework or something," I said, rolling my eyes and feigning annoyance. "I'll catch up to you guys."

"What is it, Two-Bit?" I asked as I approached his truck.

He crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. "When should I pick you up?"

I groaned. "You're really serious, aren't you?" I asked. "How do you even know?"

Two-Bit smirked. "Never mind that. Now, really, I gotta know when I can pick you up."

Was this really happening? It had to be a dream. But – no. This was my life. Two-Bit Mathews was standing in front of me asking when he should pick me up for our date.

But you know what? I was still pissed at Jerry, and I didn't want to see him. Two-Bit was a good-lucking guy, and greaser or not, I had to admit I liked talking to him. I could do a whole lot worse. "You can pick me up at six. Day after tomorrow," I added as an afterthought. Everyone would be going out tomorrow night. I didn't want to risk that.

"Fair enough," Two-Bit shrugged. "I'll see ya then."

He winked at me, and I think I just about hit him.

"Well? What'd he want?" Vickie asked.

"He was bugging me for homework answers, just like I said. C'mon, let's go to my house. I want you guys to look at these new dresses I got."

xXx

Just as I checked my watch that last time, the sound of a truck came barreling down my street, screeched to a halt in front of my house, and my date stepped out of the car.

"You're late," I proclaimed from my front stoop. Two-Bit made his way up the sidewalk, grimacing.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry. Just...stuff happened. But there was no way in hell I was gonna completely bail on you. This is prolly gonna be awful, ain't it?"

I rolled my eyes. I had pretty low expectations for the evening. "Can we leave now?" I asked. I wanted to get it all over with as quickly as possible.

Two-Bit stifled a laugh. "Yeah, we can get goin'." He offered his hand to me, but I just shook my head and stood up. I'm a big girl; I didn't need help standing up. Two-Bit didn't really seem to care, just shrugged it off.

"So. What should we do?" He asked as we pulled out.

I raised an eyebrow. "You mean, you don't have something in mind?"

He chuckled. "Honey. Please. Don't give me so much credit. I'm not your boyfriend – don't go thinkin' I put a whole lotta thought into this."

"Well," I sighed, "we could see a movie. Right?"

He shrugged. "Sounds good to me. Whaddyah wanna see?"

"Um. You'll think it's stupid."

"Try me."

"Well, they're playing Meet Me in St. Louis, because of the holidays coming up. So…" I shrugged. "We could see that. It's kinda fun. Good score."

"Yeah, that works. Let's do that."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"So," Two-Bit started, grasping for a conversation.

"So."

"I, uh, heard you're a pretty good dancer."

"Oh? Who told you that?"

"Sodapop Curtis. He saw you with your boy toy at that dance hall. You like it?"

"Yes. I do like it."

"Nice," he said. "I'm terrible at it, just so you know. I couldn't give less of a shit, honestly, but the girls I take out tend to care for whatever reason, like they think we're the next Rogers and Astaire. Which is ridiculous, since most of the girls that I know are only good at French kissin' and lipstick application, so it's nice to have a little variety."

I rolled my eyes. "Nice, Two-Bit. Real nice."

"Well, it's true." He pulled in front of the theater and got my door for me.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem. It's like I keep sayin' – I can be a real gentleman when I wanna be."

I laughed. "I know. I had your jacket in my closet for nearly a week as proof."

"No need to remind me." I raised a brow and was about to ask just what the hell he meant by that, but he laughed nervously and said, "Never mind. Tickets, right? We need tickets. Lemme just…get the tickets."

If I didn't know any better, I would say Two-Bit Mathews was nervous.

We went up to the ticket booth, and when Two-Bit saw the ticket seller, he grinned real big and I knew he was about to go in on her. I knew that look, and that's always what it meant. "Well, good evenin', miss," Two-Bit greeted the booth attendant, a disinterested, gum-snapping girl who was my age, maybe a year younger. I didn't recognize her.

"Yeah, hi, Mathews. What're you doing here? You know we don't show our adult features until well after this time of night."

So she knew him. I threw a look at Two-Bit, and he winked. "Well, Audrey, I ain't here for my regular programmin' tonight – I've got myself a date."

Audrey gave me a glance and turned back to Two-Bit. "She sure don't look like that dye job you usually hang around with. You two on a bye-week or something?"

I bit my lip. This girl knew Two-Bit pretty damn well, that much was obvious. And she could keep up with him. That isn't an easy thing to do.

"Audrey, my relationship with Kathy is none of your damn business. Now! I want two tickets to Meet Me in St. Louis."

"Meet Me in St. Louis?" She repeated. "You know there's singin' and dancin' in that one, right?"

"Hey – I didn't pick the flick. Now, here's what happens – I give you the money, and then you give me the tickets. It's economics, Audrey. I'm exchanging money for a good."

She took his money and shook her head, glancing at me every now and then but never actually addressing me. "God bless that poor girl. Speakin' of which, you ever gonna come back to church?"

"Nup. See ya later, Audrey."

Two-Bit went to go inside, and I started to follow him, but Audrey called after me. "Hey. You."

I turned around and walked back to her booth. "Yeah?" I replied, raising an eyebrow.

Audrey pursed her lips. "What're you doing, hangin' around him? I mean, lookit you. You're clearly a nice girl , and Mathews is gutter trash. Ain't you already got a steady? The quarterback, right? Two-Bit is a step down if you ask me. And we're of the same breed."

I laughed. My answer was an embarrassing one, but I figured this girl would get a kick out of it. "I lost a bet," I answered simply, shrugging.

I could hear her laughing as Two-Bit and I went into the theater.

"So, who's the dye-job?" I asked once I had caught up to him.

Two-Bit rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed. "She means Kathy," he told me. "The gal I used to go 'round with. But I ain't exactly seein' her right now."

I had heard that from my friends, but it was nice to hear him say it. Kathy Lawson was…well. A bitch. "Why not?"

"I dunno. Just how we work. We break up all the time, get back together, that whole vicious cycle." My heart started to sink at that, but then he added, "But this time seems to be a bit more…permanent."

And then it felt like I was walking on air. But I wasn't ready to examine all of that.

"How do you know the ticket girl?" I asked as we sat down.

Two-Bit gave me a funny look, like I asked too many questions. "Is it just too much for you to think that I know people? She's just a girl, Bee. Ain't like she's my best friend. Why? Ya jealous?"

He snickered as I turned a bright red. "I'm not jealous," I insisted. "Just curious. Or are my questions too much for you?"

Two-Bit held up his hands in surrender. "No need to get so defensive. Ain't gotta be so serious all the time."

There was another one I had heard before.

"And you go to church?" I asked, picking back up on my thread of questions. Two-Bit groaned and slumped in his seat.

"No," he said definitively. "My mother is a good Catholic, though, and she still makes me go on holy days. But the last time I willingly went to church was with the guys. Pony and Johnny used to go together because they're legit about it, they really believe in God in all that, but me and Soda and Steve just tagged along for the hell of it. It was a disaster. Steve dropped a Bible. Funny stuff."

I struggled to picture Two-Bit Mathews going to church, taking communion, praying. My mother's parents were Jewish and my father's were Protestant, but my father hadn't raised me in the synagogue or the church, so it wasn't like I was the churchy type, either. But there was a part of me that believed in God, or some higher power, and I sometimes talked to him in my head. I didn't consider it praying, really, but a way to…I don't know. Vent to the universe.

Maybe it was praying.

"Have you seen this before?" I whispered to him as the lights dimmed and the trailers started, not wanting to stop chatting. It kind of felt like we were just sitting behind the school. No one noticed that a soc and a greaser were talking to each other. It felt...right. We snarked with each other quite a bit, but it wasn't any different from meeting with him at school, behind the gym, in history class. It was just me and Two-Bit being the same way with each other as we always were.

He shook his head. "Like I've said – musicals ain't really my beat. But, hey – ladies' choice. Here's to hoping you have good taste."

I rolled my eyes, but he couldn't see it in the dark theatre. "It's Judy Garland. Of course it's a good one."

"Good lookin', maybe – "

"Could you two shut up?"

We both whirled around and saw a pockmarked guy scowling at us. Two-Bit looked like he was about to make some sort of smart remark, but I grinned a full-tooth smile at him. "Sorry. Won't happen again," I promised, voice sweet. The guy softened towards me but scowled at Two-Bit one more time before we turned back around.

"Nice work," he whispered. I snorted and tossed a piece of popcorn in his face.

"Shut up. The movie's starting."

We managed to stay quiet during the movie, and that seemed to carry over to the car ride home, unfortunately. I didn't say anything, and Two-Bit didn't seem to quite know what to say, either, so he smoked. I stared out the window while he hung his arm out of his. It was a dark winter night, and I tried to watch the sky for stars.

And then he spoke.

"Bridget."

"Yes?"

"Is there something bothering you?"

I couldn't tell him about the fight Jerry and I had. I had wanted to tell him, but now I was worried he would just say the same thing, so I kept it to myself and lied instead. "No, not at all. Why?"

Two-Bit shrugged and took another drag off his cigarette. "I dunno, but you seem...off. Call me crazy, but I don't think I just spent an evening with the girl that tells me off in history class, or the girl that didn't want my jacket. Am I right?"

I frowned. "Maybe you didn't," I shrugged. "Why should you care?"

Two-Bit sighed, exhaling and releasing smoke from his lips. He kept looking between me and the road before he said anything else. "Bridget," he finally began, "I care because honestly? I don't hate you as much as I might let on. In fact, I don't hate you at all. Do you annoy the hell out of me? Of course. But do I hate you? Not so much. I mean, I had a good time tonight, and here I was thinkin' it was gonna be terrible. And it wasn't."

I let myself digest that. So…maybe the two of us could actually get along. Come to think of it, we had been getting along just fine since he got sent to the principal's office after the fight. "Maybe we should bet with each other more often," I joked lightly.

"Maybe we should," he laughed.

But we didn't have to make bets with each other. I knew it was a lousy excuse just to see each other, hang around with each other. Because Two-Bit Mathews was turning out to be someone I liked being with. "I had a fight with my boyfriend," I suddenly blurted out. "I had a fight with Jerry. That's what's bothering me."

Two-Bit looked at me with an amused expression on his face. "That all?" He asked. "Shoot, honey, that ain't unusual. What, you ain't ever fought with anybody before?"

I shook my head. "No. Should I have?"

Two-Bit shrugged. "I dunno. Just thought you would've at some point, like with your parents or friends or something."

I shook my head again. "No. Never. Not how I do things." Two-Bit just gave me a funny look as he pulled up beside my house. I huffed dramatically. "Not everyone is as quick to fight as you, ya know," I told him.

Two-Bit chuckled. "Maybe," he said. "And not everyone is as passive-aggressive as you, ya know. Know what I'm sayin?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"I know. So what if they aren't?"

"Exactly! You go about your ways, and I'll go about mine." He grinned. "You have a good night now, Bee. I hope to see you again real soon."

I rolled my eyes as I got out of his truck. I made sure to wave as he drove off, hoping he saw.

I clung to the fact, as I walked inside, that Two-Bit wanted to see me again.

I couldn't see him again like that, though. I had a boyfriend. I had Jerry.

But sometimes, Jerry just wasn't enough.

I wondered if Two-Bit could fill in the holes that Jerry couldn't fill. And it was absolutely wonderful to realize that, because I knew then that I had made a real friend. Like Two-Bit said about me, he annoyed me to no end, but did I hate him? No.

Actually, friend wasn't the right word.

I ran up to my room and grabbed a dictionary.

Friend: a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations.

That sexual part scared me some. Sex meant romance; it meant…well, it meant love. But the definition said friendship was exclusive of that – you couldn't be someone's friend and want to be romantically involved with them. Right?

But then I thought about how Two-Bit had looked after he saw me kissing Jerry, and how I had felt when he said he and Kathy probably weren't going to get back together. I thought about how handsome I thought he was, and how I was wearing dresses he thought I looked good in.

I suddenly had bigger problems than Vickie and Dallas.

I had to figure out just what the hell I was going to do about the fact that I was falling for Two-Bit Mathews.


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