They're at the airport, so say "Good bye Two-Bit!"

Two-Bit: Good bye Two-Bit!

Two-Bit POV

We got to the house; Dally sat down on the couch with Johnny stil hanging on him. He didn't want Dally to go to the cooler. Neither did the rest of us. Darry had gone to the kitchen phone and was calling Pony's school, Steve was sitting in my wheel-chair(which had not moved since two days ago, and Soda was sitting next to Johnny. I stood, leaning on my cane, in the doorway. I was looking at Dally, who was whispering for Johnny to stop his crying. But it didn't work. He just cried more. Darry came back and looked at us.

"I'll be back in a minute, I'm going to get Pony from school." he said, grabbing his keys. Soda stood and patted Johnny to follow.

"Me and Johnnycake are goin' too." Soda said, leading Johnny to follow Darry. Darry nodded, leaving the room, followed by Soda and Johnny. That left just me, Dally, and Steve. I looked at Dally, who looked back.

"Ten years?" I asked, "Ain't that a bit... harsh?"

"I guess it is, but I can't do nothin' bout it."

"You could be on good behavior." Steve said, grinning, "But that ain't the Dally I know." Dally thought for a moment. He was still staring at me, then he looked at Steve, then the ceiling.

"I guess I could be on good behavior... to get out earlier..."

"But that depends on how good you are... at least you ain't in for life, like most murderers are."

"Guess that's true..." he muttered, getting up and going to the kitchen. I sat on the couch, next to Steve who was in my wheel-chair. He looked at me, grinning.

"This wheel-chair makes me feel old, I see why you got a cane."

Pony came in first, he looked around for Dally, who was still in the kitchen. Me and Steve pointed to the kitchen and he was off in a sprint. We heard a crash and Dally cussing at Pony for jumping on him. The rest filed in and we all began to talk among ourselves. Dally and Pony joined us after a few. Before we knew it, it had been around forty-five minutes had passed and Darry had to take Dally back to the court house by himself. We all said out goodbyes, Johnny and Pony hugged him, and Dally waved us goodbye.

We all knew that ten years was gonna be a long time without Dally.

And me.

–A FEW DAYS LATER–

Airport

"Now remember, Keith, write every week and visit any weekend you can." my mom was saying. I was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a trench coat. Mom made me wear the coat. Anyways, everyone, except Dally, was there. Darry was grinning at me, Steve and Soda were fighting over something, and Pony and Johnny were hugging me. I was leaning on my cane and smiling at them. Kendra was there too, eating airport food, yuck. She had been eating a lot lately, but she was eating for two after all. Once Pony and Johnny let me go, I stuffed my hand in my pocket. Soda and Steve were wrestling on the floor; Darry looked up and saw them. He kicked Steve in the side and picked up Soda by his shirt.

"C'mon, boys, say bye to Two-Bit, his plane will be called soon." Dar said, pushing Soda towards me. Soda was bickering, then stopped and grinned at me.

"So, you're really going to Arizona?"

"If I wasn't, we wouldn't be here."

"Well," he extended his hand, "Good luck with your job." I took his hand, shook it, then pulled him into a hug. He was laughing. I patted him on the pack, then let him go. He backed up and Steve came forward.

"Yeah, man, good luck." he told me, patting my shoulder. I smiled.

"Thanks, and sorry bout that right there," I said, pointing the scrape where the bullet skinned his cheek. He nodded.

"Don't worry."

"Alright. Take care," then I pulled his ear close to my mouth, "And if your father tries to beat you, remember, I'll have extra room in my apartment, you can stay down there and blow off some steam for a weekend." I whispered. I heard him chuckle, then he pulled me into a hug.

"Thanks, I'll remember that." He pulled away and went back to Soda. Then, Darry came to me and smiled. He was holding a blue DX bag in one hand. I looked down at it and looked back at him. He was grinning.

"So you'll visit any weekend you can?" asked Dar, grinning. I nodded.

"Yeah, and I'll be sure to visit you first, Dar." I said.

"Thanks." and he handed me the bag, "Don't open it till you get on the plane."

"Alright, alright." I said, putting the bag in my trench coat pocket. He gave ma a pat on the back and went back to the others.

"Flight 35 to Phoenix, Arizona will be taking off in about five minutes. Please hurry to your station or you will miss your flight. Flight 35 to Phoe–."

"That's my ride, ya'll. I got to go." I grabbed my bag. "Someone say Hi to Dallas for me, okay?"

"Alright." Darry replied. I hugged my mom, then went to Kendra. She was grinning at me.

"You take care, Keith." she said. I noticed she had a little mustard on the side of her mouth. I licked my thumb and wiped it off. She squealed, violently wiping my spit off of her cheek. "EW, KEITH!" She yelled. I grinned at her.

"You take care of yourself and your kid, sis." I said, kissing her cheek. She wiped her cheek again, making a face. I smiled, grabbing my bag. I picked it up and staggered over to the oor to my plane where a formal looking lady was. She took my ticket and I went through the doors. It looked funny, it was a long hallway and at the end were two doors. I went through them and smiled at the two guys there. One took my bag and the other pointed to the plane. I looked back at the closed doors and sighed. Well, it was now or never. I waddled over to the stairs, getting snickers from the two guys. I looked back at them, and smiled.

"You try walking after being stabbed in the chest." I said, making them stop laughing. I nodded to them, and climbed up the stairs. I walked down the aisle and saw my seat, 328. I sat down in the middle seat and slouched down. Then I remembered the bag Darry gave me. I took it out and looked in it. On top, was a brown bag. I opened it and grinned as I took the object out. It was the Mickey Mouse clock. Then I noticed that at the bottom of the bag was a can, wrapped in brown paper. I took it out and unwrapped it. I chuckled. No wonder he said for me to open here. It was a beer.

I looked up and noticed that two kids, about my age, sat beside me. One was a brown haired boy and one was a blonde chick. This was gonna be a good trip. At least, the chick made it better. The boy, I could care less.

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