Once I made sure Michelle was out of sight from my house and neighborhood, I ran to the Curtis' house. I had to talk to Soda and Steve and tell them about what had happened with Michelle.

When I knocked on the screen door Ponyboy immediately looked up from the couch and smiled big. "Hey Two-Bit! Come on in-Mickey's on TV!"

A sudden burst of excitement shot through me. I smiled a big real smile and my eyes widened. I loved Mickey Mouse. That little cartoon mouse was like a reassurance. Him and his buddies reminded me of our gang. They were together like glue no matter what. Nothing could ever separate them. Sadly the only difference between us greasers and Mickey Mouse's gang was that nothing bad ever happened to them. No matter what, they were optimistic and friendly 24/7. Unlike us…

I walked right in and plopped a seat down next to Ponyboy. I took some potato chips from the bowl that separated us and I was so wrapped up in Mickey that I completely forgot about what I was doing here.

"Oh, hey Two-Bit!" Sodapop said when he walked into the room. I snapped out of my Mickey daze and remembered why I was here.

"Hey Soda" I smiled and got up. "Is Steve here?"

"Yeah, he's in the kitchen."
"I need to talk to you both about something." I quickly looked at Ponyboy. He was looking at me concerned and confused. I quickly looked back at Soda.

"Uh…sure?" He replied.

He led me to the kitchen where Steve was.

"Hey, Two-Bit." Steve said with a smile.

"Hey Steve. I need to talk to you and Soda about something. It's important."

His smile disappeared.

"Okay."

"Guess who stopped by my house today after the funeral?"

They didn't answer. They just stared.

"Michelle Walters."

Steve shot a death glare at me, but I knew it was directed to Michelle. Sodapop's fists were clenched really tight at his sides.

He said this really quietly, but it was silent enough already so I could hear it loud and clear. "What was that bitch doing at your house." Soda said. It wasn't even a question. It was more like a demand. Just something he said that doesn't deserve an answer.

"She came to apologize"

Steve burst into laughter. "Apologize? APOLOGIZE? How could you goddamn APOLOGIZE for something like what she frickin DID to you? That's nothing you could just say 'I'm sorry' to. Goddamn it. GODDAMN IT IM GONNA FRICKIN KILL THIS GIRL!" Soda put a calm hand on Steve's shoulder. "Calm down." He said quietly. "Ponyboy will hear you."

"I don't care that he can hear me! He should know that this has happened-Darry should too! It's been enough that Pony's lost his parents, Johnny, and Dally! NOTHING, not even THIS will be as bad as that! PONYBOY, GET IN HERE!" I saw the look of hurt and terror in Soda's eyes. He looked like he wanted to cry. This was definitely not like Steve.

Ponyboy silently walked into the kitchen, hesitant and scared. "…What is it…?"

"Nothing, Pone…go to our room and go to sleep okay? Steve's just a little upset." Soda cooed. "…Alright…" Ponyboy said walking off to his room.

"Don't scare Ponyboy like that ever again do you understand? He's younger than us so he's more sensitive and scared.." "Guys, back on the subject." I interrupted.

They shut up.

"So she apologized and said 'she's not that kind of girl'. She said she's never been that drunk before either and she didn't know what she was doing."
"Well I don't care what the story is but I'm never gonna forgive her. She can go straight to hell." Steve said, a little calmer this time.

"The main reason why I wanted to talk to you is because I'm still debating whether to tell Darry and Ponyboy." Then I just remembered what I said about Mickey Mouse. We should be together, every step of the way.

"Of course you should." Soda said with a stifle of a yawn. "Why don't I tell Pony tonight?" he stretched his arms around his neck and yawned again.

I wanted Soda to tell him. I think that would probably be a good idea. He looked tired anyway.

I told him okay and he went for bed. Steve and I agreed to go to my house so the yelling would be around me and only me.