Two-Bit is back! Who missed him? Oh, and a little twist(or two) in there. If you don't know who Kendra's husband is, you're on yer own! I just hope "Shaynne Curtis" helps you alot...

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Two-Bit POV

Nine Years Later...

"So you're really back for good?"

"Yeah, you see, the company moved to Tulsa... not sure why..." I said, sipping a beer. It felt good to be back... even though I was 28. My birthday was a few days ago, but that's ok. I felt so old, I mean, I got the start of a beard. It's only a stubble but it's visible. It connects to my sideburns. Personally I like it, but Darry, now 29, thinks it looks funny. But he didn't have much room to talk. He hadn't shaved in a week or so according to him. It was just me and him, sitting at his house. Ponyboy, who now wants to be called by his middle name, Michael, is out working. I missed a lot, he's 23. Johnny, who works with him, is 25. They work at the local supermarket, Pony is the manager and Johnny is what he calls, second-in-command.

Steve and Soda? Well, they're in the Army. But they came back just to welcome me back. But they were still on the highway on their way here. So it was just me and Darry, alone in his house. Dally? Dallas is still in the cooler. I have to go see him after talking to Darry.

Darry got a new job at the highschool as a math teacher and he's getting paid double of what he was when he was working roofing houses. Besides, he has another job at the DX for weekends. He's manager of the DX. So he makes double of what he did nine years ago. And I'm happy for him. I hadn't seen the others, or Dally, for at least five years. For the first four, I was allowed free weekends, but the last five, I wasn't. I was so busy, I could only write. Anyways, I need to Dally and Pony and Johnny and Soda and even Steve.

Did I mention that Kendra had her child?

Did I mention she's married?

Did I mention she's married to the guy she hated most?

Her baby boy's name is Toby. Toby Shaynne Curtis. He's only eight and a half and he was a spitting image of her. But since Kendra is my twin, he looks like me, without a beard. He got brown hair and he's short, up to my waist. But he has Tim's eyes and attitude. He'd be real cute if his eyes weren't clouded. Kendra was out working and Toby was at a friends house. I had only met him once. All the weekends I stopped by, Toby was out at a friends house. He was four when I met him.

"So Darry, It was nice to catch up," I said, getting up, "But there's someone I need to speak to." I grabbed my cane, it was black with a little metal ball to grasp onto. My legs never healed completely, so I needed the cane. At least my legs didn't hurt as I walked. Darry looked up at me and smiled.

"Sure thing. I'll tell Kendra you stopped by." he said, also standing. "I need to start dinner anyways." I went to the door, grinning.

"Thanks for the beer."

"Anytime." He was still broad-shouldered, muscular Darry I knew from nine years ago. But now, he had a fatherly flare to him now. He was a bit gentler.

–x-X-x–

I got into my car, a silver mustang, I had extra money to get a new one, and started it. I drove down the road, heading to the jail. I got there after about thirty minutes. Getting out, I locked the car and headed in. There were a few police men there and a few kids in handcuffs. I looked at them and remembered when I was in here once, handcuffed and smiling. Unlike them. Anyways, I went up to the counter and leaned on the wall next to it.

"Hello sir..." one man said, then he turned and froze when he got a good look at me, "Wait... Keith Matthews?" he asked.

"Mr. Joseph." I said. I had always called him that cause I never remembered his name. He smiled at me. I grinned back.

"Keith Matthews... how long has it been?"

"Five years?"

"Yeah... wow, you changed from a snot-nosed brat to a well grown man..." he said, looking at his papers, then added, "Hopefully."

"Hey. I'm okay now, not in trouble or anything." I said, leaning on the counter. "Besides, I'm here to see someone?"

"Who's the lucky kid?" he asked, looking at me.

"He ain't a kid no more. He should at least be 26..." I mumbled, "Dallas Winston." I said. He flipped through his papers.

"That kid? The kid for murder. In for ten years?"

"Yeah, him. Can I see him?"

"Sure, Keith, why not. Booth or room?"

"Any rooms open?"

"One left, want it?"

"Sure. Why not, those booths are uncomfortable." I said, rubbing a hand on my ass. He laughed, writing down a room number on a slip of paper. He waved over another policeman and gave him the slip of paper.

"Follow Mr. Gray down the hall to room 341."

"Alrighty, Mr. Joseph." I said, smiling. The hallway was pretty long, it was lined on one side with cells and on the other with rooms. I think the rooms lined up with the cells. It was a long walk. My legs began to hurt, but I didn't show it. I was looking at the cells. In one of them was an older Angela Shepard, in another was another some Socy guy. I guess the Greaser Soc rivalry was still going on. But I wasn't a greaser anymore. I've... grown out of it.

"Okay, sir, room 341." Mr. Gray said, opening a door. I went in and sat down at the table in there. There were two chairs, a table, and no windows. It was a small white room. "Stay put for a moment, we'll bring in Dallas." he added, shutting the door. I leaned back in the chair and waited. After a few minutes, the door opened and I heard Dallas cussing out the policeman. But the policeman was just grinning and pushing him in there. "You got one hour, boys, have fun." Mr. Gray said, slamming the door. Dally came over and sat across from me.

"So..." he began. I took a good look at him. His hair was shorter, much, much shorter. It was probably only an inch long. He looked bigger, but not much. He grew a bit, but he generally looked the same, except his hair, "Who are you?"

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