I do not own The Outsiders

Two-Bit POV

I decided to stop by the park to take a walk around. Nothing in the park changed since I was here last. There was a tree there I liked to climb up if Dally ever tried to chase me down. But he'd just climb after me, forcing me to jump and land like a cat. Then, there was the field where the gang would play football. I walked over there and looked under the playground slide for the ball. Surprisingly, it was there. I pried it loose and examined it. It was the same ball that I threw at Steve and knocked a tooth loose. He has a fake one there now. I thought it was funny cause at the big rumble between the greasers and Socs, he lost it and Soda made jokes about it. I put it back and straightened back up. Nothing really changed. I sat down on the slanted end of the slide and looked around. There was a stale stench of blood around this place. No wonder I had to duck under some police tape to get here. I guess I shouldn't be here. I got up and left, only after taking the football with me. I threw it in my back seat and got in the front. Tulsa sure held a lot of memories.

I got back to the Curtis house and went on in. Everyone was in the kitchen, huddled around the table eating chicken. Darry was at his spot, Toby was on his lap, Kendra was next to Darry, Soda next to Kendra, Steve next to Soda, and three places left over. I knew they were places for Pony, Johnny, and Dallas(for days when he was allowed out for a day). I knew since I move away, my place was taken my Kendra. I knew it. Darry finally looked up at me and grinned. He got up and placed Toby in his seat.

"Two-Bit, we got extra." he said, getting out a plate for me. Before I could refuse, he already piled food onto it and put it at an empty chair. He waved me over, so I couldn't refuse. I leaned my cane against the wall and took the seat next to Toby. Toby looked at me. Damn, he had Tim's eyes but my looks. I picked up a fork and looked at it. Then, I stuck it in my chicken.

"Keith, where'd you go?" Kendra asked. I looked up and smiled.

"I went to see Michael." I said, taking a bite. Darry had move Toby back to his lap and he was sitting back next to me. "So Toby, how old are you?"

"Eight and a half." he said. He looked up at Darry, "Can I go now, daddy?" he asked. Darry shook his head.

"Not yet, you didn't finish." Darry said, taking a bite himself. I smiled. Darry made a good father. I didn't notice till now, but Darry was now my brother-in-law. I shook the thought out and took a sip of water.

"So, Keith. I got the money you've been sending me." Kendra said.

"Good. I told you before I went I'd be sending money to you." I looked around. "Soda, it's weird for you to be so quiet." I said. Soda smiled.

"Well, we normally don't talk when we eat..." he muttered. I smiled.

"A lot of things sure did change... in five years." I said, smiling. I got up, picking up my plate, and went to the sink. I dropped the cleared plate in it and went back for my cane. I got it and went into the living room. I sat down on the couch and flipped on the T.V.

"But, daddy, he can go!" I heard Toby whine.

"He's an adult. Besides, he cleared his plate. Look how strong he is, that's cause he ate all his vegetables. Don't you want to be strong?" Darry told him. I sighed and flipped from the news to Mickey Mouse. I grinned; at least Tulsa still had Mickey. After a few minutes, Toby came in and sat down next to me. I looked down at him and smiled.

"Hi Toby."

"Hi..." he looked at the screen, then back at me, "You watch Mickey?"

"Yeah, I always have. Since I was your age."

"How old are you?"

"28."

"You're almost as old as my daddy." he said, looking back at the screen. "My daddy is 29."

"I know. I've known your daddy for a long, long time." I ruffled Toby's light brown hair. It reminded me of mine, when I was eighteen. I had made a big deal over my hair, if it was greased, it had to be perfect, if it wasn't, it had to be greased. But Toby knocked my hand away. I remembered when I didn't want anyone to ruffle my hair. I shrugged and turned back to the T.V.

Mickey's lucky, he doesn't grow up.

REVIEW!