another chapter up wooo! Another chapter up woooo!
Still in trouble, bleh but I got to sneak on and upload this chapter too!
I finally got to get another character into this story steve but its short... sorry!
I was kind of haivng writers block. Suckkyy I know but please deal with me!
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Only own Joey..
"Yoooooooooo Ponyboyyyyy"Two-Bit came barging through the door
"heya Two-Bit"I said from the kitchen I was the only person home today Darry and Soda were both at work
"what brings you here"I continued when I didnt get a response
Then Two-Bit shot through the kitchen sliding on his knees and laughing
"what'ya mean what brings me here!"
"I mean.. What brings.. You here?"I gave him a weird stare as I continued stuffing chips in my mouth
"ill give you one hint"he said as he pretended to grab something.. A steering wheel maybe? And whistling
"Mickey Mouse?"I asked confused
"heck yes!"then he grabbed a piece of chocolate cake out of the fridge
"what's the occasion of watching him here?"I asked
"first of all it's a new episode! Followed by a short movie of Mickey!"he smiled crazily like a little boy with a new bike
"wow, that's very cool Two-bit"I said sarcastically
"you bet"he said starting to take the cake to the living room
"but why couldn't you watch this miraculous thing at your own home?"I asked following him
"my moms soaps are coming on at the same time"he said with a mouth full of chocolate
"well I don't wanna ruin your fun, I better head out"I said starting for the front door
if it was one thing that I hated it was Mickey Mouse, I don't know why. I still believe it's some type of brain washing show, especially when you watch Two-bit watching it. He's like in his own little world, I guess the whole concept of a mouse and his weird little adventures bother me too, the only guy I like on that show is Donald Duck now he fucking rocks.
"Nones cense, sit and watch Mickey!"he said patting the floor next to him
"no I really just better go"I said closing the door behind me
"before I bust that tv"I said to myself and walked down the steps
I didnt really have anywhere to go so I just walked around smoking a cigarette and enjoying the cool air. Then I saw Steve and headed over to him wondering why he wasn't at work.
"Hey Steve, aren't you suppose to be at work?"I asked it was weird I have never talked to Steve when no one else was around, I knew the guy hated me but that was okay because I didnt like him much either.
"I wasn't feeling to good so I didnt show"he put out his cigarette and started walking down the road, I shrugged and walked the other way
"Pony, you wanna go for a catch or something?"he asked suddenly
it sorta startled me that Steve actually wanted to hang out with me "okay sure"I said
We walked toward the lot where we left the old worn out football and Steve actually helped me with my throw. Steve was one of the best football players I know and he was the best thrower I ever knew. He helped me a lot with my throw showing me how yo get it to my exact target, sure I'll never be as good as Steve but he made me a lot better.
"Hey Steve, why are you being so nice to me?"I couldn't help it I was dying to know
"I don't know"he shrugged and that was good enough for me I wasn't about to spoil this nice streak
When we got sick of football we sat down on the car seats and talked, usually Steve liked picking fights so soon we got into one. It wasn't like a fight fight, we just wrestled on the ground for fun. We were kicking up dirt and my face was covered in it, we kept trying to pin each other on the ground. Steves' grip on my wrists were so tight but I ignored the stinging pains coming form my wrists I had a sweatshirt on anyway. We rolled around a little longer until Steve finally got me pinned on the ground, he had never let go of my wrists and they were really starting to hurt but I didnt show it.
"Haha got ya!"he said seeming satisfied with himself
"yeah yeah you got me" I said
"you were a pretty good match tho Pony I'll give you that"
Steve finally released his grip on my wrists and looked at his hands I didnt see what he was looking at at first but when I did I froze. His hands were lightly covered with sticky blood, my sticky blood I quickly looked at my wrists. Blood was seeping through my sweatshirt, he must have been squeezing my hands pretty hard. Even though the cuts that he was putting pressure on were fairly new so I guess I understood the bleeding but I was still shocked. Steve stared at me bewildered I didnt know what he was thinking, and I didnt know what to think at all.
"Ponyboy... lemme see your wrists"Steve said his face still in shock
I pulled my hands behind my back, trying to think of some sort of excuse but nothing would come to mind. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I was done for.
"Pony.. Lemme see your arms"he said putting out his hands
I backed up slowly about to make a run for it when Steve pounced on me tackling me to the ground like he had before, but this time doing in much faster. Then he got me in a lock and I couldn't move, he slowly pulled up my shirt sleeves revealing my cut marks. He released me slowly and I scampered out of his grasp, I didnt know what to do but run I left Steve in the parking lot staring at his blood stained hands.