I'm Yours ~Two-Bit (Keith) Mathews ff~

Chapter 1

     I arrived at my new home with my small suitcase and a negative outlook. The whole cab ride here I had been frantic. Who was this man I was going to live with? If he wasn't much older than me, how old was he? What were his values? Please be decent. Did he have friends? Where would I sleep? What would I do? Did he even know I was coming? Stepping out of the cab, my fears only grew worse. However, it sped off before I could jump back in. Outside the house, a gang of tuff lookin' boys were hanging around. I stood there in the middle of the road, scared stiff.

     They checked me out and I instantly tugged my skirt down a little and crossed my arms over my chest. As I sized them up myself, I locked eyes with a tall, well-built guy. His eyes were stormy grey and filled with laughter, and he had long, rusty red sideburns. He had a goofy grin, which almost put me at ease. However, the silence was painstakingly long, and made me wanna scream at the top of my lungs.

     "Adalyn?" A deep voice asked. A hard lookin', muscular, tall, dark haired, icy-eyed boy stepped forward. I nearly jumped outta my skin, he scared me so bad!

     "Who- how- don't touch me!" I squeaked, backing up. For a greaser, I had never been real tough. Put me in any strange situation and you'd find me hiding in a corner. But there were no corners now. And I was out in the open. A couple of the boys laughed, and the one advancing on me glared at 'em.

     "C'mon, Dar, you're scarin' the poor girl." A strikingly handsome boy said as he walked over and shoved 'Dar's shoulder. He was sufficiently tall and well-built, with golden blonde hair and eyes brown as mud. 

     "Oh, whatever, Soda." Dar said, shoving him back. 'Soda' grinned and walked toward me, extending his hand. 

     "My name's Sodapop. Don't mind my brother, Darry. He looks all big and scary but he's really a big softie. He thinks since he worked with your mom he 'knows you'. Truth is, he didn't even know your name until about two days ago." he said, grinning, earning him a smack upside the head.

     "Watch your mouth." Darry snapped. Sodapop just laughed.

     "Well, you gonna take my hand or not? My arm's getting tired." he complained, with that slap-happy grin still on his face. I giggled a little bit and hesitantly set my hand in his. He held it tightly and practically dragged me inside, chattering the whole way. I couldn't help but laugh at how exuberant he was. As the gang trailed behind us, he showed me around the house. "Go wash up." he said, pointing to the bathroom. I nodded without hesitation and went and locked myself in there.

     I guess I hadn't really looked at myself in the mirror for a few days, because when I did, I was startled half to death. My golden blonde hair was in tangles, looking more like dead grass than gold, and my jade green eyes were ringed with red from crying so much. I washed my face and brushed my hair as best I could, then built up my courage to walk back out there.

     I took a few steps and froze, unsure of what to do. There were more boys here than I'd ever truly had to interact with in my life. Sodapop looked up from his game of poker and grinned, then kicked his friend under the table. He looked up and nodded at me.

     "Steve." He grunted. He was short and stocky, with dark hair and a mechanic's shirt.

     "I'm Johnny." A quiet boy said. He had dark skin and dark, long, shaggy hair that fell in his face, almost covering his big black eyes.

     "The name's Dallas." A tow-headed boy with elvish features said gruffly. Dallas Winston. I had heard about him. I took a step back, bumping into someone who hadn't been there before. I jumped nearly 5 feet in the air and almost burst into tears, causing them all to laugh.

     "Relax! Ain't no one here gonna attack ya! Not unless you give them a reason." The guy behind me laughed.

     "Two-Bit!" Darry snapped. 

     "Yeah, yeah. The name's Two-Bit, doll. Don't worry about rememberin' it, I guarantee you won't forget it." He smirked, causing the boys to laugh again. It was the boy with the laughing grey eyes and the rusty sideburns. Sodapop nudged me with his elbow. 

     "He don't mean nothin' crude by it. He'll keep you in stitches, girl, just you wait." He said quietly too me, a grin on his face. I couldn't help but grin back.

     "I'm Ponyboy." The younger looking one with dark reddish-blonde hair and pale green eyes said.

     "Ponyboy? That's your actual name? You're joking me." I said in disbelief. He smiled. 

     "Nope. It's my real name. Even says so on my birth certificate. Same with Soda." He said, nodding to the exuberant boy sitting on the floor to my right. I shook my head and smiled slightly. Two-Bit took a step toward me, and I backed up instinctively. 

     "Back up any more, girlie, and you'll fall off the porch." He warned. I looked behind me and realized I was standing on the porch just outside the front door.

     "Jeez, you act like we're gonna slug you in the face or something." Dally said, lighting up a weed and handing one to Ponyboy and Johnny.

     "Or something." I muttered. Sodapop looked up from his game of poker, frowning slightly, but soon grinned when he saw me looking at him. "Where do I sleep?" I asked Darry, shaking my head.