Title- Trying to Adjust

Chapter Title- Here He Comes

Chapter Number- 13

Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders

Reviewers-

Sodaschick- Maybe Two-Bit comes, maybe he doesn't. I can't give away any details.

Steph- You'll have to wait to find out. I don't know yet.

oOoDancingQueenoOo- Yeah, it is sort of sad

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QTpie4- Well, of course, great minds do think alike.

Eternal Dragon101- I'm the quickest author you know? Wow, that's cool. I could never, ever put Liz into a bad home. She's too sweet.

Note- I'm so excited. I got to my friend's band play the other night. They did two Green Day songs; When I Come Around and Geek Stink Breath. (I'm not gonna count Dominated Love Slave because Kenny was laughing to hard to finish- they did it as a sort of joke. Chris sang Iron Man. Chris is drums and Kenny is bass. They don't normally sing) They sounded awesome. They also have their own songs like Welcome to Ameridise. I tried to record When I Come around and that last one, but my camera was being dumb and its sound quality sucked. Besides, for When I Come Around, everybody was singing. Emmit on Acid- YOU GUYS ROCKED! (I GOT A TEE-SHIRT!) -Sings- 'Jesus freaks and freedom fries, welcome to Ameridise' this one's from another song: 'There's no such thing as beauty when you're living in a black and white world'

I sat at the tree until Terry, Jim and Mr. Harrington came and found me. They all tried to talk to me, but I didn't say anything to any of them. I didn't plan on it either.

"What will get her to talk?" Jim asked out loud.

"I don't know, but if she continues to sit here, I'm going to need to call somebody," Mr. Harrington told them. I got up and dusted off my bottom. I walked over to the porch and sat on the old rocking chair. I hugged my legs to my body and rested my head on my knees. I started to cry again.

"Elizabeth, darling, would you like another cookie?" Terry asked me.

"No," I shouted at her, loudly. I started to scream again.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Whitfield; can I use your phone?" Mr. Harrington asked.

"Go right ahead. Jim, please show Mr. Harrington where the phone is." Jim grumbled. He seemed to do everything for Terry. "Oh, baby, please, tell me. What's wrong?" Terry asked me when they left. I shook my head.

I remembered I had left my doll in Mr. Harrington's car, so I got up and opened the door. I climbed inside and grabbed her, squeezing her tightly. I climbed back on the rocking chair. Mr. Harrington and Jim came back outside.

"Somebody is on their way," he told the two.

"Are they going to take her away?" Terry asked.

"No, no, no, no, they're just going to comfort her," he answered. I tried to think of who it could be. It had gotten dark before anybody came. I heard a noisy car pull up along the house. I didn't look up, I was still crying.

"Liz, Lizzy, Sh, Sh, it's me, it's Two-Bit," my brother said. I looked up and sure enough there was Two-Bit. I raised my arms like I wanted to be picked up. It was something I did when I was two. Two-Bit picked me up and I rested my head on his shoulder. "What's wrong Lizzy?" he asked me.

"I don't wanna be here. I wanna be home with you," I told him.

"You need to try this for a few weeks," he answered. I shook my head no. I wiped some tears out of my eyes.

"Why, can't I stay with you?" I asked him.

"Liz, we went over this before. Please, just do this, for me?"

"No," I said again. He sighed and sat down on the rocking chair. He peeled me off of him and stared at me. He looked kind of upset. "Were you busy?" I asked him.

"No, not really," he told me.

"What were you doing?" I asked him.

"The gang came over our house. I had ordered a bunch of pizzas."

"Was Steve there?" I asked him. I hoped he was miserable that I was gone. I would laugh, except that I was really sad.

"Yes, yes he was," Two-Bit told me.

"Was he happy I was gone?" I asked him.

"I don't know," Two-Bit answered. I sighed and crossed my arms across my chest.

"Take me home," I begged.

"Lizzy, for a few weeks this is your home. But I need to go. I have work tomorrow morning."

"Can I come with you?" I asked.

"Lizzy," he said in a warning tone.

"Fine, fine, I was just wondering!"

"Maybe I can put you to bed. Can I?" he asked Mr. Harrington, Jim, and Terry.

"Sure, sure, go ahead," Terry said.

"Show me to your room," Two-bit told me. I got up and tugged on his hand. I led him inside. "Wow, this is big," he commented. I nodded. He picked me up and sat me on the bed. I pulled down the sheets and then slid underneath them. I pushed the new doll off the bed and held my doll. Two-Bit put the suitcase on the floor. "This room is too clean," he told me. I nodded in agreement. He took some of my clothes out of the suitcase and threw them around the room. I tried not to laugh, but I did. "Good-night, Liz," he told me. He kissed my forehead.

"Good-night, Two-Bit," I replied. I kissed his cheek. He walked to the doorway and shut off the light.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you," I echoed. I really did love him. He walked out. I listened for a while.

"I'm Two-Bt Mathews, Liz's older brother," he said.

"Hello, I'm Terry Whitfield and this is my husband Jim. It's really nice to meet you, it's a shame it was under these circumstances."

"Yes, well, I just thought I'd give you my phone number," he said.

"Sure, and thank you," Terry said. She was really nice. Her voice was soft.

"Well, um, here's my phone number. I'll see you in a few weeks," he said.

"Good-bye, Two-Bit," Terry said. I felt a tear roll down my face. Now Two-Bit was leaving. I was left in a strange house with strange people. "Oh, Mr. Harrington, you're leaving? Okay, then, good-bye to you too." I stared at the ceiling. It wasn't full of cracks like the one at home. I started to sniffle. Finally, I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. I wondered if I would end up going to a new school. Tomorrow was Saturday, though. "Good-Night, Elizabeth," I heard Terry say.

"Have a good-night's sleep," Jim said. I smiled; at least these people were nice. I'd rather be with my brother, if you ask me.

-Singing- From Long Island to Lebonon. Oh, hey, you guys are finished? Just be lucky I only type this and you aren't really hearing me sing. In simpler terms; I suck. Review and let me know how I did.