Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed on my other story Sweet Misery. I'm still writing that one but I'm kinda in a rut and I wanted to start another story not so Mary-Suish. LOL. I still don't mind them just as long as their not corny. But here's one that is centered around Two-bit. :D He's ma boy, I love him. This story is gonna be crazy, in a good way and I hope everyone who reads this reviews so I no if you want me to continue or not. Enjoy :D:D More chappies will be added soon like tonight prolly cus im bored and im all excited got so many ideas. I Love reviews and comments(just don't be real harsh) and if any questions ask away. I really don't want to screw up Two-bit's character so tell me okay. But he does change in here and its done on purpose. So when that happens don't be mad :( it's the entire plot. LOL, I've talked long enough read on.

Chapter 1:

A small group of young men stood outside a run down house on the North side of town. They were each clad in torn jeans with either very loose shirts or tight fitting ones that revealed every inch of muscle they had worth showing. Weighed down greasy hair glistened in the hot Okalahoma sun. Off to the west the sun was slowly setting, marking the end of another long summer's day. Colors of light purple meshed with pink and orange together painted the sky above them.

One of the men stepped out from the semicircle that had formed on the front lawn. He stood tall, with long shaggy sideburns and rust colored hair to match. Scars from past fights marked the tanned skin on his face. You would almost pity him, knowing what he and the rest of them had been through, if it weren't for his grin. It was a wide, toothy smile that stretched from one end of the face to the other. Tiny dimples planted themselves in his cheeks while he smiled back at the group of friends. A large bulky leather jacket, which was scuffed up a bit, hung off his broad shoulders, while a cigarette dangled from his lip.

"So, y'all comin with me tonight?"

A short, brown almost redheaded boy moved forward. He was younger and more naïve than the rest who had more of a hard look set in them. Greenish grey eyes that still held the innocence of youth went over the boys until stopping on the rusty hared one. The kid tried to look a bit tough, for his face to match the others but the bliss emanating from the other Greaser seemed contagious. A grin broke out on the boys face.

"Where were you going?" he asked. Another boy, resembling the youngest one rested a hand lightly on his shoulder. He wore a pale blue DX shirt that had the name Sodapop written across the tag.

"Where Two-bit always goes on Friday nights."

"Oh, and where's that?' Two-bit intervened, voice etched with mock seriousness.

"Huh?"

"Ya heard me? You're acting all Thomas Einstein, knowing what I do all the time. So tell me."

Two-bit relaxed against a metal fence surrounding the yard. Legs crossed over one another, he cocked an eyebrow, smiled and took another long succulent drag on his cigarette. A cool wind ruffled a copper tinted curl that dangled in front of his forehead, swatting his skin playfully.

"It's Albert Einstein!"

"Who?" He laughed. "Ponyboy, don't change the subject."

"Two-bit, stop actin all thickheaded and go home huh?"

The last teenager threw the butt of his cigarette to the ground, shoe stomping it out until it was buried a few inches into the earth. He was real rough around the edges, with tangles of dark greasy curls covering his head. An open DX shirt that had black smudges of car grease and oil with a name tag that said Steve on it, blew back and fourth in the breeze.

"Yeah, sides, your just going off to get drunk, is what I was going to say."

Sodapop brushed a hand through his hair returning the same mischievous grin back at Two-bit. Together, the both of them smiled, letting their minds fade away from reality and into their own private world for just a moment.

"Wow, Mr. Curtis" the leather clad boy began, standing himself upright. "You know me well. Does that mean you'll be joining my shenanigans tonight?"

"Can't Two-bit."

The glimmer in Two-bit's eyes disappeared, heart sinking further into his stomach. His grinned still remained, but not the glow that had been there only seconds before. He nodded and swallowed hard.

"We've got dates." Steve swung an arm around Soda's neck, letting his full weight fall onto him. The two fell in a heap of grease and sweat, laughing and throwing light punches at one another.

"You have a date Soda? With who?"

For a month Sodapop hadn't been out with many girls. Not since Sandy had left him. Blue eyes that had sparkled and a porcelain face not layered with makeup, she'd been something else. Soda had fallen in love with her blonde curls and her light hearted laugh on the first date. He thought she was just as happy with him as he was with her but being together forever wasn't what she had in mind. Who would have thought one simple question could tear their relationship apart. Just four words and she was gone, leaving the town of Tulsa and everyone in it behind her. Now, part of his heart lay in Florida somewhere, clasped in the tiny fingers he'd once held so protectively in his own.

"Good for you" Two-bit patted Soda on the back, grin widening.

"Thanks."

"So, who is it?" Pony urged once again.

"This girl…"

"Glory, I hope it's a girl" Two-bit exclaimed, forcing a laugh that no one seemed to join in with.

"Her names Diane. She seems nice enough I guess."

Pony nodded to his older brother. He was glad Soda was finally able to put Sandy out of his thoughts, just like she'd probably done with him.

"Two-bit you sure are an ass, you know that?" Steve folded his arms in front of his chest, scowling at him. Two-bit shrugged and smiled, walking slowly away from them and onto the sidewalk before calling back.

"Yeah, damn proud of it too. Besides, what would you do without me?"

"Celebrate."

"Go out in public."

"Live happier."

He nodded. "Awe, you guys are such kidders."

Two-bit's form gradually disappeared into the settling darkness as he made his way step by step back to his own home. The wind was picking up more, not very unusual weather for Tulsa, but very uncomfortable. Although his jacket was zipped up and covered his entire top half save for the neck and head, he was freezing. He ran thick sweaty hands up and down his arms, rubbing them vigorously. The tip of his nose chilled, sending ripples of cold through his body. Feet shuffling quickly across the cracked sidewalk, he had just reached the tracks and was turning down his street when headlights blinded him from up ahead.

He cursed, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the high beams that continued to grow close. A loud, smooth engine sounded next to him as the car pulled to the side. The lights were extinguished and he lowered his hand, regretting it immediately afterwards. Without the glare of headlights to hide it, Two-bit could now see the freshly polished red Mustang parked only a foot or so from him.

Sweat broke out on his back, warming him from the cold until it too became numb. Casually he stood there, reaching into his jeans pocket for his black handled switchblade. Fat, knobby finger tips searched to the bottom ofthe pockets but he never once felt the reassuring cold steel in his palm.

"Where the hell" he whispered.

There was a low whistle and Two-bit looked up from where his gaze had fallen. Stepping one at a time out of the car were five Socs. Dressed in their plain clothes and freshly washed hair they smiled viciously in his direction. Their cologne was overpowering and made him choke even from where he was. One of the Soc's, a tall fair sized one, looked him over, eyes shinning with malice delight.

"Nice hair." the Soc commented, spit sliding off the edge of his lip. The four others who stood behind him snickered. "Off to grandma's lil red?"

"Nice clothes. Did you dress yourselfor did mommy after shepicked them out?"

Two-bit watched, heart racing as each face in front of him hardened at the insult. He had a wicked tongue and wouldn't hold back on using it. Of course, smarting off wasn't the wisest thing to do when you were out numbered, but it was all he had. Without a knife, all that he was left with was his quick wit and a few pounds of lean muscles.

"Hold your tongue grease."

"Come hold it for me bitch!"

The hulking Soc leapt from his spot in front of Two-bit. His arms outstretched he took the greaser down, landing hard on his chest before they hit the asphalt. Two-bit lay winded and dizzy for a moment, sucking in air as fast as he could manage while struggling underneath the Soc's weight. There was shouting coming from above him and he thought for just a while that it was the gang coming to his rescue. The idea didn't last long however when he felt a rough hand dragging him up to his feet. He looked around to find the street deserted of anyone he knew. They weren't going to come. Not until the Soc's had beaten enough shit out of him, that's when his friends would show.

"Ready to have some real fun greaser" a new voice whispered in his ear. Two-bit cringed and shot a glare at the Soc. He was fair hared, with baby blue eyes and a chubby face. Two-bit really hated that face. The freckles, the puggy nose. If only he could strangle it t'ill it turned blue.

"You know they've got these new things called breath mints. Might clear up that problem of yours."

The kidfrowned and belted the greaser hard in the mouth. Two-bit swung back in the other Soc's hand, the grip on his arm tight and secure. Blood filled the inside of his mouth, seeping through his teeth and down his chin. The Soc smiled and delivered a few more blows, before one of his friends pulled him back.

"Hey, relax."

Two-bit could feel his legs giving out. He wanted to fight back, he really did but he was just so tired already. Eyes filling with pain, he stared at the Soc's.

"Yeah," another Soc jumped in. "Save some for the rest of us."

"Jeez, guys don't fight over me. There's enough of ol' Two-bit to go around for everyone."

"There wont be much of any of you after were through."

Two-bit choked back the heavy lump of fear that was growing thick in his throat. Before he could give another one of his witty remarks, a knee collided with his chest. The hand holding him up let go and a gasping rusty hared boy fell to the rough gravel below.

Two-bit erupted into a coughing fit, while looming shadows swallowed his body. No one bent down to lift him back up again, this he was thankful for because the strength in his legs had suddenly vanished.

"Not so talkative now are ya?" someone shouted. Two-bit moaned, slurring together a few words that stayed muffled in pain.

The edge of a foot hit his back a few times, while someone came around the front of him and did the same, instead hitting him in the sides of his legs. Kicking. That was all Two-bit felt for the next seven minutes, which in his mind could have been an eternity. There were grunts as the boys tried to harden the blows. A stray shoe found it's way behind Two-bit's head, sending a new kind of agonizing discomfort inside him.

"He's shaking" a raised voice said.

"So, what?" The shoe met the back of his head twice more before everything finally came toa halt. Two-bit could feel his body going through a wrack of tremors as he gasped, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen they so desperately needed.

"Holy shit" someone muttered.

"Come on, lets leave him."

Footsteps smacked against the asphalt as they made their way from the crumpled Greaser and into the Mustang. The engine roared to life and within minutes the Soc's were gone, their clothes stained from the blood of hate.

Meanwhile, Two-bit continued to lay, body aching on every side. There was numb throbbing pain coming from the back of his head which he wished to ignore. Rising to his feet a sudden feeling of vertigo overcame him, leaving his legs to buckle uneasily and send him stumbling forward. He let his eyes go over the street, over the grass and the nearby park. Where was he?

"I'm going to be sick" he mumbled to himself. He didn't get sick, just spat a bit more blood onto the already dark cement. Nothing seemed familiar to him. The street sign read Baker but it didn't ring any bells. On the verge of collapsing and too stubborn to go to the hospital, he dragged himself down the sidewalk, hand cupping the back of his head to stop the steady bleeding.

He wasn't sure exactly where he was going; just that he knew he was heading somewhere safe. A place where he'd be able to spend the night and…

Standing in front of a rundown house, with a fence surrounding the yard, Two-bit forced his way onto the porch. His stomach churned dangerously. He pushed open the door with just enough strength and took two clumsy strides into the warm house before falling in a heap on the ceramic tiles.

&&& Oh, my what have i done : ( Poor Two-bit. Hope you enjoyed it. Didn't know it would get that crazy, but it happens. It gets real juicy ; ) and a bit of angst. Just wait.