Oh, I am not naming the chapters, that took too long. But if I get enough reviews telling me to, I'll name 'em later. I do not own The Outsiders. And if you didn't know, the ages are:

Darry: 29

Two-Bit: 28

Kendra: 28

Steve: 26

Dally: 26

Soda: 25

Johnny: 25

Pony: 23

Toby: 8 and a half

Two-Bit POV

I woke with a start from falling out of the chair. At first I didn't know where I was, but after looking around a little, I realized I was in my old house. Oh yeah, I had fallen asleep at the table after downing a bottle of cherry vodka. I got up and wiped off my shirt. It was all dusty. I opened the fridge and looked in it. Hopefully there was something to eat that didn't need to be chilled. I saw nothing. Sighing, I slammed the door shut and grabbed a bottle of rum from the window sill. I went back up the stairs and wondered vaguely how I was going to do it. Before going to my room, I went back to my moms room. I looked back at the dresser where the pictures were.

Then I froze. I saw pictures of Steve's father, The Curtis parents, Johnny's parents, and a man who looked oddly like Dally. I picked up the one that looked like Dally and looked at the back. The name was faded, so I could only see the last name: Winston. But the first name didn't begin with a D, so it had to be Dally's father. His father had short hair, white-blonde like his. I slid it in my pocket with the others. I looked at the one with the Curtis'. I noticed how Darry looked like his father and Soda looked like his mother. I slid it in my pocket too. Then, I looked at the one of Steve's father. They looked just alike. I had never seen the pictures of our parents before now. I would keep these as a reason not to turn into my father.

I got to my room and opened the window. Looking down, I put the neck of the bottle in my mouth and slipped out onto the sill. I twisted so I was hanging by my fingers. I used one hand to shut the window. Then, after looking down, I dropped. I landed on my feet, then ducked behind a bush. There was a policeman driving down the road. I hoped he didn't see me. Once he was gone, I went behind the neighbors house and walked out on the other side casually. Once in the open, I walked down the street. I saw Soda and Steve coming my way. I stopped and waited for them to come to me. When they did, their jaws dropped.

"Two-Bit... you...?" Soda stammered.

"Shaved?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Because I noticed I had turned into my father." I spat.

"Your... father?" Soda asked.

"Yeah," I dug into my pocket until Steve grabbed my hand. He had noticed the blood stain and feared that it was my wound over my heart. He grasped the top of my shirt and pulled down, to look at my chest. "Steve, stop it, I'm okay."

"I was worried," he muttered, rubbing his finger tips on my chest. "Where'd the blood come from?"

"The pictures. I smeared my blood on them."

"Your blood, but..."

"I scraped my knuckles. Don't worry, I have to show you this picture." I said, digging back in my pocket. I pulled out the picture of my father and handed it to Soda. Soda took it and stared hard at it. Steve looked over his shoulder and stared too.

"Hey, ain't this you?"

"Look at the back." they turned it over. I had noticed there was a date and name on it.

"Ray Matthews?" Steve asked.

"My father." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "I told you, I had turned into my father." They handed the picture back. I took it and put it in my pocket. "I don't want to be him. I have to talk to you all later, do you mind coming in front of my old house around noon?" They glanced at each other.

"Sure." Soda said. I walked past them. Once I was out of sight, I turned.

"Dally should be getting out today. I need to go get him."

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