Here it is! This one's kind of short, but eh, you'll know why when you read it. Oh, and I seem to have forgotten to put a diclaimer on the last chapter. Dx So, yeah... Here is the disclaimer for chapter 4....

Disclaimer: Hinton be owning.

And for this chapter...

Disclaimer: I dun own! :D

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CHAPTER 5

Two-Bit improved greatly in the next few days, and to our relief, he wouldn't need surgery. He could walk on crutches, and besides being stuck in bed all day, he was his normal self. He'd laugh for absolutely no reason every time someone came in the room. The doctor said he could come home in a week.

The Thursday after the incident, I was walking out of the school, and Cherry Valance came up to me. "So, Two-Bit's in the hospital?" she asked me quietly. Took you long enough to figure that out, I thought. "Yeah, but the doctor said he can go in a week." She smiled and answered, "That's good. Nice talking to you, Ponyboy," and she walked off.

I shrugged and thought to myself, well that was odd. I walked up to the car and hopped in. "Hey Pony," Sodapop greeted me. "Hi," I greeted back, and Soda speeded out onto the road.

"Why don't we stop by the hospital," Soda suggested. "Might as well," I answered back.

It was a pretty quiet ride, surprisingly. Soda was staring at the road, smiling to himself. I looked out the window, at the passing cars. It seemed to be taking forever to get to the hospital. But, when we did get there, it seemed surprisingly empty.

We casually walked into the front doors and there were only a couple people walking around. I eyed the area cautiously and pressed the up button on the elevator.

We reached out floor, stepped out, and discovered where everyone was. There was a "Free Ice Cream" stand right outside the elevator. And there Two-Bit was, sitting on a bench, eating an ice cream cone. We walked up to him. "Hey guys," He smiled. Soda sat down next to him, and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out, he had vanilla ice cream smashed into his face. We all erupted into laughter, even Soda, who returned the favor by playfully punching Two-Bit in the stomach. Soda wiped the ice cream off, obviously not caring if he had it all over his shirt.

"Come on, let's go back to my room," Two-Bit laughed. We helped him up and we started walking. "So, how you been, Two-Bit?" I asked. He replied with, "Oh, pretty good. My head still hurts, though."

We walked into his room, and we sat down on the bed. I noticed a few screws on the bed-side table. "Umm, Two-Bit, what's with the screws?" I asked skeptically. "I woke up and they were on the floor, like they had rolled from under the bed, why?" He replied, obviously not concerned. Soda and I stood at the exact same time. "What's the big deal?" He questioned. "Well, Two-Bit, did you think, that if you woke up, and there were screws on the floor, right out from under the bed, that some one could have come in here at night and unscrewed the bed?" Soda exclaimed. "Hmm, no, I never did think of that… But who would have done that? If it's that big of a deal, sit in a chair," Two-Bit snapped.

He wasn't lying when he said his head hurt. Two-Bit isn't usually this touchy. Sodapop did exactly what he said and pulled up a chair. "Now, will you tell us what happened with the Socs?" I asked. He shrugged and said, "What's to tell? I'm walking to your house, minding my own business, and these Socs come up in their fancy Mustang, step out, and I just happen to not have a weapon. They beat me up, I lay there dying for ten minutes, and ya'll find me." Soda frowned, "That Mustang, huh? Always the same, isn't it? I don't know why they can't just leave us alone!" He shuffled his feet. I looked down. The people in that blue Mustang were the reason Johnny was dead.

"Well, I guess we better be off, then," Soda said to me. I glanced out the window to see the sun going down. He stood and punched Two-Bit in the arm. "Bye," He laughed. We exchanged farewells and walked off.

We reached the doors and walked into the cold air. It looked like it was about to begin to snow, and it was freezing, so we rushed to the truck. I slammed the door shut and the car revved to a start.

We were already speeding when we came off the curb onto the road. Yes, the curb. Soda went over the curb. Soda apparently saw something funny about this and started laughing. I looked out the window. But I was wrong, Sodapop had another reason for laughing. The truck collided with another car, head on. I screamed in shock, faintly realizing we were on the wrong side of the road. I looked ahead of me, and in front of us, was a crumpled blue Mustang.

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Ooooo! SUSPENSE! Bet you weren't expecting that! Soda has a vengeance! Haha, and you have to a while till the next chapter.... 2 weeks, 3 weeks tops.... I'm kinda working on another project... Anyhow, please comment!