Chapter 10

Two-Bit

Steve came by a while ago. He told me that Pony's funeral was in a few hours. He was going, and he asked me if I wanted to come.

I didn't know what to do. I felt like I should go since it was my fault that Ponyboy is dead, but I didn't want to. I knew that I couldn't handle seeing the casket and knowing that Pony was in it.

I told Steve that I wasn't feeling well, and I would come if I felt better. It was true though, I wasn't feeling good. I felt guilty, of course, but I also felt sick to my stomach and headachy. It was probably because I hadn't had anything to eat in two days; I've just been lying in bed feeling guilty. I don't want to get up; I'm not motivated enough. Mom and my sister came in and asked me where I had been. I told them that I was sick and that I still didn't feel very good. They left me alone after that. There aren't words to describe how happy I was.

Steve came over at ten. He said the funeral was at five. It's noon now. I think I'll take a nap for a few hours and see if I feel better. I really should go to his funeral.

Steve

I don't know what is wrong with Two-Bit, but he'd better get he heck over it.

I know that Pony is dead, we're all sad about that. Yes, even I'm kind of sad that the kid is dead, but Two-Bit is taking his death worse than Soda is. That's pretty sad.

I went by Two-Bit's to tell him about the funeral and guess what he was doing? He was lying in his bed; sulking. I told him about Pony's funeral and he just gave me the lame 'I'm not feeling well' excuse.

Pathetic, he's upset that Pony's dead and he's not even going to come to his funeral. Doesn't he know that Darry and Soda need us now? I think that I should go over there, drag his ass out of bed, and bring him to the funeral.

Maybe I'm being a little harsh, and maybe I'm a little drunk. Still though, Two-Bit isn't acting right. It's kind of annoying.

Two-Bit

I was going to go to Pony's funeral, I really was. But I slept too long. When I woke up it was after seven o'clock. I figured that the funeral would be over, so I was going to go to the Curtis' and tell Darry and Soda that I was sorry. I got up and got dressed, but it seemed like the more I walked around the sicker I felt. I ended up throwing up.

Mom was home, she was about to go to work. She was wearing her tacky barmaid outfit. It was kind of weird; she was acting all mom-like and dressed like a whore. I don't think those things go together.

Mom asked me if I needed anything and I said no. She asked me if she should stay home. I really wanted her to, but I said no. Mom asked me if I'd been eating.

"You look skinnier," Mom said. "Eat some soup or something."

After that, mom was gone and I was all alone in the house. I was lonely. I rolled out of bed and got my stuffed animal Mickey Mouse out from under the bed.

"What am I gonna do, Mickey?" I asked it.

Mickey just smiled at me. I held Mickey Mouse close to my aching stomach, but it didn't help much.

"I'm so lonely," I muttered to myself as I fell asleep.