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I was completely preoccupied with my thoughts.
This isn't hard to do, and I don't know why more people aren't completely overwhelmed by their thoughts.
I usually use alcohal to drown out the voices and numbers and letters and ideas that have polluted my head since I can remember, but tonight I wasn't allowed to.
Tonight I was going to meet Pony Boy's new girlfriend, and I wasn't allowed to drink. So I had to spend a whole two hourse with my thoughts and also try to be a decent human being.
My mind was busy giving me useless crap like the prime numbers in alphabetical order to a million.
I knocked on the door of the Curtis' house, rubbing my temples. Darry opened the door, looking a little better groomed then usual. "Two-Bit." He said curtly, then he paused. "You know you can't come in if you're drunk or hung over, right?" He asked, looking at my haggard appearence.
"Darry, I'm always drunk or hungover, this is as good as you're going to get." I felt frustrated at nothing in particular, which frustrated me further becuase emotions were so complicated. Humor was easy-just remember what people said and act like an idiot. I remembered everything anyone had ever told me anyway, it wasn't hard to smack talk to make jokes with anyone.
I walked in, throwing my coat over the racks carelessly. "Hi Annalise, Hey y'all." I said grumpily.
Pony looked surprised that I knew his girlfriends name. He had never told me about her, probably too scared he would be made fun of (not without reason.)
"Uh...Yeah, Annalise, this is Two-Bit, Two-Bit...I guess you already know."
The girl chuckled and asked Pony, "Talk about me a lot?"
"No, actually, I have no idea how he knew." He blushed bright red, a sign of embarrassment my brain provided. "Well, I talk about you, but Two-Bit is..."
My brain provided a dictionary of adjectives, eliminating the ones out of context and out of Pony's vocabulary, leaving only about a hundred probably ones. Of those one hundred, 76 were negative, the highest with a 50 percent probability, the others split between the numbers. I eliminated the ones with less then five percent-
I shook my head to clear it. Soda gave me a strange look. "You ok Two-Bit?"
I deduced that I was acting strange, an automatic assumption. I grinned. "Of course. Should we be helping Darry with dinner?"
"I'm fine." Darry called. There was an awkward silence. I looked Annalise up and down. She had a symmetrical face, a sign of beauty in society. She spent up to thirty minutes on her hair, but wore no make up, probably because she figured Pony wasn't materialistic enough to care.
She had calloused hands, indicating that she played a sport, most likely field hockey or softball.
Judging by the callous particularly pronounced on her inner thumb, she held the bat too tightly and swung back too far before starting to swing forward. I really didn't know anything about softball, so maybe she was supposed to do that, but judging on what professional baseballs players did on tv, it wasn't the most powerful way to swing.
I blinked, some insignificant part of my brain warning me that my name had been spoken.
"Sorry, what?"
Soda gave me a cheeky smile, but underneath it was the telltale signs of a different emotion. Worry, perhaps? "I wondered why you were being so nice to Pony." Pony's ears went red and Annalise chuckled, a hint of nervousness in her laugh.
"Darry told me not to." I shrugged. "You can thank your older brother that you're only tinted pink not as red as a tomato." I said to Pony. Actually, Pony could thank the fact that I was soused tonight, which I suppose was Darry's idea.
"Oh." Soda said, sounding a little disappointed that he couldn't team up on Pony today. The rest of the gang came only a couple minutes later. Johnny was quiet as usual, although him and Annalise knew each other from school and seemed to get along well.
Dally was grumpy and passive aggressive. Frowns annoyed me. Not in an empathetic way like most people assumed. It was just a pet peeve of mine. Faces in frowns and glares were so contorted, such wasted energy and brain activity. It was like a lopsided picture frame or nails on a chalk board to me, so I analyzed what made someone funny, and I became funny.
Steve sat by Soda as usual. He poked a little fun at the couple, but everyone was very subdued, or at least more domestic. Annalise was a nice girl, a girl that Pony liked (no one ever thought it would happen) so we were all on our best behavior.
Soda was telling an embarrassing story of Pony who was glaring at his older brother as Annalise cracked up, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "...And that must have been...3 years ago?"
"Naw, I said it was 1034 days ago." I said automatically then cursed myself inwardly for saying that allowed. I grinned, trying to pass it off as a joke. Soda smiled back, and Annalise laughed.
Soda continued on with his story. A minute later, I felt someones eyes on me. Pony stared at me open mouthed. "What's up Pony?" Soda asked, seemingly disappointed that Pony wasn't blushing and preoccupied with trying to be cool in front of his girlfriend.
"Two-Bit was right. It was on Dad's birthday exactly 1034 days ago." Soda raised an eyebrow.
"Lucky guess." I muttered. I was barely even paying attention. My brain was giving my useless information about that day, like what day of the week it was, at what minute I woke up and what minute I had reached the REM stage of sleep, what had been on tv that day. It was all too much.
Imagine being in a room with walls of your least favorite color with voices all around you, all trying to compete with each other and this high screeching, scraping sound that over shadows it.
That might be like how I felt, although I don't know if I can actually describe it.
Just shut up! I yelled at my brain internally. Suddenly the room felt too hot and I bolted out to the porch. I muttered something to my friends about being sorry to leave, but I had to go get a beer.
Darry followed me, an oven mitt on his right hand, still managing to look menacing with a flowered apron.
"Two-Bit, what the hell was that?"
"Sorry, Darry," I said, working to keep my voice even. I was so unnecessarily frustrated, I wanted to punch something, but I wasn't drunk enough.
"You know something Two-Bit, you have a serious problem."
I glared at him. "Yeah, I do." I knew he was talking about the alcohol, but that was the solution to my problem.
"You can't keep drinking like this."
"Trust me, I can."
"You'll die of liver disease or something."
"And you'll die of overwork. We all have our issues."
"No. Two-Bit, I'm putting my foot down, you aren't drinking anymore."
"Oh yeah, how're you gonna stop me?"
"By any means necessary." I glared at him for a second longer, then decided he wasn't worth the trouble of talking around. I needed a beer so badly it hurt. I ran out of the gate, running away from Darry and trying to run away from my mind.