Loving the outlaw ( UNDER HEAVY EDITING!! MAJOR UPGRADES!

It's Never To Early For A Drink.

~Loving The Outlaw~ Edited

Chapter 1:
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Comfy, I'm laying on something so comfortable. What is it? A couch? My bed? For some reason I can't seem to open my eyes. My body, so very exhausted,even though I just woke up. Where am I? I think I'm at the Curtis'.
"Hey guys!" Someone yells, their voice echoing throughout the entire house, the door slamming shit behind the person. I can tell who the asshat is. Two-Bit, why must he be so loud so early, can't I just have normal friends? Normal friends would be too boring, way to boring.
"Oh what do we have here!" That same annoying voice says, his warm breath near my face.Ewe.
"You planing on waking up any time soon?!" He yells once more. The abrupt nose and laughter causes my drowsy eyes to finely open. If looks could kill, he would be dead.
"Shut up and go somewhere" I take my finger pushing it hard against his  forehead, causing him to lose his balance. Two fall to the ground, shaking the entire house.
I'm sure my ass would be toast by now, but Two-Bit is my best friend. He's the one person that I hang out with the most, he just gets me and I get him. Him, Poneyboy and Dallas are my closest friends. I do love everyone else in the gang as well, let's just say I play favorites
This gang, this place where we all good around, is very much the place that Shome my brother Steve and I call home. Being here with everyone, it just feels like we have family that cares about us.
"Why you!" Two-Bit stands up. It's to early for this, far to early for this! I hate being woken up, I hate it with a burning passion!  Two-Bit slips his hands under my stomach, as if I weight nothing he lifts my body into the air. To exhausted to care, to not awake to even mind, I simply go limp, letting him do whatever. It's weird that I can trust him not to drop me, maybe it's just that I'm again to tired to care.
"Debbie downer." Two-Bit sighs deeply as he sits me down back on the couch that I was sleeping on. I seemingly sunk into the piece of wonderful furniture, wishing that I could possibly go back to sleep.
"You need to get up we have stuff to do today!" I groan into the pillow.
Stuff to do? What could I of planned to do today?
"Like what?" Memories start to flood in as my brain begins to wake up. 
Last Steve,dad, and I all got in a fight. The aggressive argument lasted until 3:30 this morning. The old man up kicking us out, Steve and I always eat kicked out, always get treated like dust. Sometimes it seems like we are the only people who love each other. After we left we ended up sitting in the lot, not wanting to disturb anyone, I guess I ended up falling asleep, Steve must of brought me here.
Eventually I'm sure my "dad" get over himself, and Steve and I will be able to return home.
"Dally and Johnny are going to be waiting for us at the dingo in about a hour, I guess just to hang out." Once again I groan into the couch, I'm 99% sure that I didn't go to sleep until about 5:30am, no way I feel like doing anything.
"Carry me and we have a deal." I say tiredly, of course I'm only joking.
"Alright princess!" Once again Two-Bit picks me up, this time throwing me over his shoulder. I can't help but laugh at his actions.
Dallas and Johnny. I love them both with all my heart. Dallas is my closest friend, only because of his awesome partying skills! Other than that he's just a very attractive ass. Dallas may be a tuff bunch of nails, most girls are scared of him, but I'm sure as hell not!
"A hour? Ugh! Well I'll need to stop by my place on the way to meet up with them." I say while gently hopping down from Two-Bit's shoulder. I slept in my clothes last night and I'm still wearing them. I can't stand when I do that. Unfortunately, I sometimes tend to push my body too it's limits, and  pass out in whatever I'm wearing. Which in fact isn't very good for ones health.
"No biggy." Two-Bit smiles down at me, I would return the smile but I can't seem to do so. My eyes feel very heavy, my face feels the same exact way. Hopefully once I get up and start moving around I'll feel better.
"I take your household got into a fight?" Two-Bit raises an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah." I sigh deeply while running a hand through my hair.
"Did he-?"
"No, not this time." I stop him before he goes on. Kenith knows how sensitive this subject is for me, he knows damn well I don't like talking about t.
"Hey do you mind if I join you guys?" Ponyboy asks while coming into the room.
"If you bring us a beer kid, you can come anywhere with jewels and I!"

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"So Steve told Soda and I about the fight last night" Pony lights up a cigarette as we walk down the street. I take a long swig of my second beverage of the day. Here comes the questions.
"Just dad getting pissed for no damn good reason." I hiss.
My dad has been all screwed up in the head ever since my mother died. Yeah, that's when in all started. He's so batshit crazy, began to blame mom's death on Steve and I! Another part of his madness, is that he drinks everyday, and he has for the past 5 years. When he gets drunk, he starts trash talking and/or yells at Steve or I. The only thing that keeps him away from home most days and nights, is his little whore, wait I mean 'girlfriend', when he's not at the bar, he's with her.
Steve is the only one who brings money in, other than the insurance money that my dad gets monthly. My dad may be my dad but I'll never accept him as my father again. Especially after what he's done.
"Are you sure it's a good idea to stop by your place? If your dad is home you'll catch hell." Two-Bit handed me the cigarette. I usually don't smoke but I'm pretty stressed out, so I took a big puff of it. Nothing like smoking and drinking at 11:30 in the afternoon.
"That's why I have you two." I laugh as we turned the corner.
I can see my house, and thankfully my dad is gone, probably at his girls house. To be honest, I could care less.
Our house is a small one floor, it has a basement. Just a simple house for a very complicated family.
"You two can come in but I'm sure it is a mess. Please don't mind it." I open the door, instantly the awful smell of warm alcohol fills my nose. My dad is really a pig. I swear, that must be his spirit animal. "I'm sorry for the mess. Wait in here, I need to go get ready." I say flustered with all of the mess in the house.

Quickly I walk down a hall that leads off into two bedrooms, one being Steve's, and the other being mine. My room has a window that sits about 4 feet above the ground. My full sized bed sits next to the window, my dresser sits against the wall. My room is painted a dark purple.
"It's supposed to be hot today" I said too myself. I really don't have that many different outfits, but somehow I manage.
I throw on some jean shorts that are tight fighting and go to my mid thigh. The tank top I slid into was one of Steve's old Star Wars ones. It was cut in the front so it showed my belly button and the rest of my lower stomach (just in the front!) the Star Wars shirt clearly reviles my scar that I now have. I shake my head at the two scars I have. Sometimes pain is worth it. Lastly I slip on my black converse. The mirror that I am looking in shows my blond hair pulled up into a messy bun, with a red bandana acting as a headband. My hazel eyes were surprisingly really pretty today. For once in a long time, I throw makeup on. Only coverup and a tan eyeshadow though, it's really embarrassing having dark circles under my eyes.

Steve and I may be twins but we look different. His hair is the same as my dads and my hair looks just like my moms used to. Steve's eyes resembles our mothers, as mine looks just like my dads. It's really weird if you think about it.
"Finely! It took you long enough!" Two-Bit stands up from the couch, Pony joining him. Both of them just kinda look me over. I guess they've never seen me dress like a girl before. They head for the door.
"Wait, before we go!!" I smile at my two friends before heading to the kitchen, I grab two clean shot glasses, along with a bottle of crown royal. Two-Bit smiles at me devilishly.
"Marry me already!" He says before basically running my way. We take the glasses that are filled with the string brown liquid, and drink them with one shot. The whiskey burns as it runs down my throat, it seems to wake my body up. Quickly I fill another one and repeat.
"It's one of those days isn't it." Two-Bit laughs as I down another shot. I can't help but simply laugh. I only drink when I'm extremely stressed, or heading to a party. I open a drawer and grab a small pocket sized flash from it, filling it to the brim with the crown.
I hope today goes smoothly.

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