Two-Bit's POV
After Ponyboy and I went our separate ways, I ran into Johnny in the main street. "I dunno, Two-Bit. That seems kinda crazy to me," Johnny admitted.
"You'll say that now, Johnnycakes," I warned. "But one day, I'm gonna be famous like Elvis. I'll have the whole hair and everything." I did a little hair flip, making Johnny laugh.
That was when I saw it. A guy who looked exactly like Tim Shepard walked into a grocery store.
"Isn't he meant to be dead or something?" I asked. Johnny shrugged, but I could tell that he was confused too.
The Tim look-a-like walked into the store, making the bells hanging from the door ring.
"Let's go after him!" I grinned.
"What?" Johnny asked, shocked. "Why?"
I shrugged. "It's Saturday mornin' and I need some action!" I ran with my hands in my front jean pockets into the store.
"Aw, damnit, Two-Bit!" Johnny tsk-ed, before following me into the grocery.
I saw 'it' grab a basket and walk down the fruits aisle.
"Watch it, Johnny," I warned when he walked in front of me. I held my arm out to stop him. "We gotta hang low, man."
"Man, you're insane," he laughed.
"I ain't the least bit insane! You see it too, right? It's sniffing apples!"
"It?" Johnny asked, grinning. "You refer to people as 'it' now?"
"Only when they're dead," I told him as I grabbed an empty nearby trolley and stood up on the wheel covers, pushing myself down the aisle like it was a skateboard.
"Quick, Johnny! It went to aisle seven!" I pointed as I rolled down the aisle, turning the corner and speeding down my goal aisle.
I saw it in the middle looking at Asian noodles and Johnny racing towards him from the other end of the aisle.
"Watch it!" Johnny hissed as I crashed into a portable stand full of energy bars.
I fell down, the stand toppling over the top of me. Johnny held out his hand and helped me up.
"Damn it, he left!" Johnny swore under his breath. He was right, Tim was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey!" A worker yelled as he rushed towards us. "What the heck are you doin'? Get outta here!" He shooed us away as he cleaned up the mess.
We sprinted out of the store, laughing like lunatics.
"That was insane!" Johnny slid down the wall outside the store, clutching his stomach. "I can't believe you did that!"
I smirked. "I have an idea."
"Oh, no, Two-Bit!" Johnny looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Please don't make me do something crazy!" Johnny begged.
"No promises!"
Angela's POV
Usually when people wake up on a Sunday, they look cheerful and perky, yelling 'rise and shine'!
However, that sure as hell ain't me.
I looked in the mirror, pulling a face I saw my puffy eyes and running mascara.
"Wow, Ange," my brother, Curly, chuckled as he walked into the shared bathroom. "Did you escape from the zoo again? I bet all your raccoon friends miss you."
I shoved him into the wall as he cackled with laughter, the dirty bastard! "Piss off. I got to the bathroom first, you, just... go somewhere else!"
"Nice comeback, Angela."
"Screw you," I hissed, pushing him out of the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.
"No thanks," I heard him say from the other room.
I washed my face and had a shower before heading off to the shopping centre. There was a new one built just a few blocks away from our street, so I didn't have to walk far.
"Hey, Angie!" Someone waved at me from across the street. I squinted, because I couldn't see them properly without my glasses.
Yes, you heard right. Me, Angela, has glasses. Not that I wear them, of course, but I keep them in my drawer to keep my eldest brother happy.
I mean, 'kept'.
God, I miss him so much.
"Ange!" Someone from behind me grabbed my shoulders, scaring me.
"You jerk!" I turned around to find a total stranger grinning at me. "Why'd you do that? Who the hell are you anyway?"
"You don't remember me?" He asked, looking offended. "I've been friends with Tim since forever. I saw you on Friday, too!"
"Two-Butt?" I guessed.
"Close..."
"Whatever." I shrugged. "How's the dweeb doing? I kinda yelled at him earlier."
"He's alright. He's worried about you, though," what's-his-name chuckled.
"The kid is worried about me?"
"Hey, he ain't a kid. He's only a year younger than you," Mr Big Grin pointed out.
"I don't care, he looks like a kid to me." That was when I realised someone was with him. "Who the hell is that?"
Two-Bit (that's his name!) covered the kid's ears. "Don't swear in front of the kid!"
"Two-Bit, quit it!" The kid shooed his hands of his ears. "I'm only three years younger than you. And a year older than her!" He pointed to me.
"What?" My jaw almost dropped. "You look -"
"Fourteen, yeah, I know." He stretched out his hand for me to shake (which I did). "I'm Johnny."
"Angela, meet Johnny." Two-Bit clapped. "Johnny, meet Ange. You're both done sucking each others faces off? Good, now let's go get something to eat. You comin', Ange?"
"I'm grocery shopping," I told him as if if was the mot obvious thing in the world.
"For what?" Oh, Lord.
"Groceries."
"Well, you need a break!"
He was really starting to get on my nerves. "I ain't even started yet," I told him in a matter-of-fact way.
He grabbed my wrist and lead me to a really dingy cafe on the other side of the road, with Johnny trailing behind. Assholes.