Disclaimer:

Ace: For all you people who were beggin me to write more, here you go! And i don't ever get any "are you ok" for me being hit by a car... oh well.

Steve: stop moaping!

(Ace hits Steve and Steve jumps on him)

Darry: I'll do the disclaimer, Ace does not own The Outsiders

I blinked as Kendra grabbed onto me. She was panting hard. I guessed she ran. Well, I was just frowning at her. Now, we were in a staring contest; my eyes clouded and gray, her eyes bright and blue.

"Two-Bit..." she started, "Where's my gun?" I blinked, and shook off her hands. Steve was making a weird noise. I looked over at him. He was taking the gun out of the back of his pants. Darry's eyes grew as he passed me the gun. I took it, looked at it, and handed it to Kendra. "Why did...?" she stopped herself; probably cause she knows the answer. "Don't tell me you..." She was fingering the gun. Finally, she opened it. Her face flushed white. "WHO DID YOU SHOOT?!" Darry's eyes grew larger; I didn't think anyone's eyes could be that big. I just remained silent.

"Two-Bit, you shot someone?" Darry asked, his voice shaking.

"I didn't mean to..." I tried. Kendra slapped me one good one across the face. Darry looked like he'd hit me too. When he stepped for me, I stepped back. We kept this up until I hit the wall.

"You SHOT someone? In here?"

"Kitchen..." His knuckles were white.

"Who?" he asked, being calm. "Soda?"

"No."

"Steve?"

"Yeah." I was staring at his hands. If his hands weren't like leather, I bet his fingers would be completely through his hand. I looked up at him, my expression not changing, "You gonna hit me, Dar?" I asked cooly. Kendra gasped behind him, knowing that I was probably right; he was gonna hit me. Soda and Steve were jumpy. Dally looked like he would jump on Darry if he flinched. "You gonna hit me?" I asked again. I saw sweat roll down his neck. I had to stand my ground. My arms stretched out to my sides, palms against the wall. "Hit me." Darry flinched. I was staring right at him. "Hit me." I repeated. He looked like he was holding himself back. "Hit. Me." Kendra was being held back by Soda. "HIT ME!"

In an instant, I was being pelted as hard as Darry could, right across the jaw. If I wasn't ready, I could of gotten my jaw shattered. But I knew I was going to get hit for what I did. I knew I had it coming. I knew it. Now, Darry was throwing punch, after punch across my face. He was treating me as if I had killed Ponyboy just a few seconds ago. I heard Kendra screaming at Darry, yelling for him to stop it and for Soda to let her go. I didn't care, I deserved everything Darry was giving me right now. Then, he stopped. I cracked open my once closed eyes and looked at him. On one arm, Steve and Ponyboy were holding it back, on the other, Dally and Johnny were holding it back. Kendra and Soda were holding onto his waist. Staring at me, his eyes were filled with anger. Then in an instant, they sank and a shocked look took over his angered look. His knuckles were dripping with blood and sweat; I didn't know if it was my blood, or his. I saw a small puddle of blood on the ground under me.

Pony and Johnny let go of Darry and came over to me. They started to touch and feel my face. Dally and Steve were talking to Darry, telling him what happened earlier. Kendra was just listening to them, mouth open. Soda and she let go of Darry. My cheek ached and smarted, my nose hurt like hell, and the back of my head itched painfully from when my it banged against the wall with each punch. I knew I had it coming. I knew it.

"Two-Bit...?" Johnny's voice. I looked at him.

"Hey, Johnnycake."

"Me and Johnny came in and we saw Darry hitting you! What happened?" Pony asked. I took a good look at him. He looked frightened.

"It's nothing. It's between us."

"But..." I pushed them away and staggered, on my way to the kitchen. I left my jacket in there. But when I got to Darry's chair, I froze. There was a little package, wrapped in a brown paper bag, and my name written on it. I looked over at Darry, who nodded for me to open it. I picked it up and looked inside the bag. Sitting on the bottom of the bag, was my broken Mickey Mouse alarm clock. But actually, it wasn't broken. It was fixed. I took it out and examined it. On the side of the clock, there was an engraving. It read, 'Sorry Kendra broke it, but I took it and got it fixed for you. Your pal, Darrel. Happy Birthday, kid.' I looked up at him; he was beaming at me.

"Happy Birthday." I almost dropped it. I set it down carefully and looked back up at him, frowning.

"I can't accept this."

"What?"

"I can't accept this, Darry."

"Why not?"

"I just can't." and with that as my last sentence, I left the house, not intending to return.

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