( A/N: So this chapter is short. And probably the last one too. But never fear! I will write different TwoBit/Pony stuff. I just want lots of light hearted things, you know? :D)
I collasped onto my bed and curled up into fetal postion. Why did I even get mad in the first place. So he's drunk. He's always drunk. It shouldn't matter. Maybe it's because he was going to-. To do something! Still, I didn't dislike it or anything. What's wrong with me? I think I'm going mad. Never had the smell of beer on his breath smelt so good. These thoughts kept popping into my head untill I fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was dark. It had to be at least eleven at night. Soda was sleeping next to me, fully dressed in his work outfit. I stumbled out of bed and noticed that the door was taken off the hinges. Oops, I forgot that I locked it. I made my way down stairs and into the kitchen. It was empty and the smell of burn burgers lingered in the air. That means Steve was trying to cook. I sighed and looked into the refridgerater for something to drink. I heard something behind me.
"Ponyboy?" It was Two-Bit. I grabbed a cola and walked passed him. He followed me, "Ponyboy, look I'm sorry." I pulled out a chair at the table and sat down, taking a long drink of my coke. Two-Bit sat down next to me and leaned over to me, "Can you hear me, Pony? I'm saying sorry!" I put down my coke and stared at it.
"It's okay." I muttered. It wasn't 'okay'. He was making my confused. I knew who I was. I knew what, well, WHO I liked and like, liked. I knew, but now I don't. All because of him. Two-bit looked at me with his large grey eyes and sighed.
"You're still mad, ain't cha?" Two-bit said. It became very silent. He looked very anxious.
"...Yes," I said, "...well, no. I mean- I don't know." I turned to the taller boy, "It's just...when you did that earlier I..." God, why aren't I good at explaining? Two-Bit had a weak smile on his face.
"...you liked it?" He said softly, "And you don't think you should?" I was speechless. I had no clue that Two-bit could read people that well. I nodded quickly and looked down to my hands, which were folded in my lap. I felt him wrap his long arms around me, pulling my into a consoling hug, "It's confusing stuff, kid." He was so warm, so comforting. I wrapped my arms around him too and buried my face into his chest.
I could spend forever in his arms, and I mean it. He made me light headed and gave my stomach butterflies. We sat there for at least an hour before he decied to lay down on the couch to sleep. I decied to go and sleep with him, I didn't want to wake Soda up after all. Just before I feel asleep, I felt his lips on mine, and heard him whisper ever-so softly.
"Good night, baby."
(A/N: :D And that concludes it. _ I know this is like mega short but hey! _; I've acutally have nothing to back that hey up with. Let me know how I'm doing ;P ~RLS)