It's not all about the boys

Chapter 12

Kim's POV:

We stepped inside to see Two-Bit pacing back and fourth chewing his nails. He locked eyes with me and walked over to where Soda put me down and fumbled with his fingers before saying, "I'm so sorry Kim. I didn't mean anything I said, I just---"

"Now's not the time Two," I snapped, grabbing my crutches going to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. "Steve come here, I have to get the glass out of your hand first. You really did a number on yourself." I said with a small laugh. I took the tweezers and began to gently remove the shattered glass pieces from his knuckles. He only winced as one sharp piece skimmed his skin more then intended. I then started to wash off his hand and put the anti-biotic, wrapping it in gauze. Now, I was no nurse but I knew how to take care of wounds from fights, I mean come on. I'm no idiot, they are just the basics. "Soda, your lip is gonna need at least one stitch and some ice for your cheek," I explained dabbing the cold damp cloth on his lip. I took the stitch and needle and pierced through his lip, starting to close the gash. "Guess you won't be kissing Sam for a while," I laughed. He chuckled which almost made me mess up the stitching, "Soda!" I yelled, "Stop moving or else I'm gonna stitch your lips shut!"

I finished up and sat back on the couch staring at the front door, waiting for them to open the door. No, not the three boys that I was with already, the other four, still out since this morning. It felt like ages before my eyes started to get heavy and I headed up the stairs to my best ability. I changed and laid down on my bed, letting the comfort overwhelm me. I let my crutches drop to the ground and snuggled under the covers closing my eyes. I heard a soft knock and a voice but it was muffled, I didn't acknowledge it and just laid there in my own cozy paradise. I felt the other side of my bed dip which meant someone was beside me, but frankly I could care less because all I wanted to do was sleep. I felt a hand rub tiny circles on my back before kissing my forehead, "Goodnight greaser girl." Was all they said before I shut my eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Or it would've been peaceful if I didn't hear constant snoring from across the hall.

I woke up to the bright sun shining through my window, stupid sun. Why couldn't I just remember to close the curtain at night, I mentally scolded myself. I threw on some sweat pants and an old T-shirt and hopped down the stairs. I saw Darry making breakfast and I dropped my crutches and limped while trying to run over to him and jumped on his back. "Dar where were you all day yesterday? You weren't home when I fell asleep." I asked. "No, I'm sorry I just got caught up at work, I was really busy. I got home around three," He replied. "Three?!" I screamed. "In the morning?!" "Yes Kim, in the morning," he laughed. "I don't see how you are so awake." I grumbled sitting on the stool. I didn't even think to look in the living room when I felt a presence behind me and turned around. "Johnnycakes!" I screamed latching my arms around his neck. "Where were you! I didn't even see you yesterday morning, I just saw Steve, Soda and Darry!" He pulled back kissing the top of my head, then rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. "I just was hanging out with Dally and Pony." "THAT early in the morning till that late at night?! Without saying a word to me! Not to mention you left me here with Two-Bit the whole day! I'm not talking to him because of our argument." I explained. "Wait, what argument?" Johnny asked furrowing his eyebrows. "Yea Kim, what are you talking about. I swear I'll beat the tar out of him." Darry said setting a plate in front of me.  "I don't wanna talk about it," I said poking my eggs with my fork. Johnny sat on the stool next to me and pushed the hair behind my ear saying, "Kim, tell me and Darry what he said. He probably didn't mean it, you know he loves you like a little sister," he exclaimed. "Y'all are oblivious aren't you!" I screamed, stammering off of my stool. "He did mean it! He was telling the truth and half of you agree with him!" "We can't agree or disagree with him if you don't explain what he said," Darry said calmingly. "He said... I don't always have to know everything that goes on between the gang." I sighed looking down at the floor. No one said a word and I got the hint. I took my crutches and stormed upstairs to Soda's room. I choked back  my tears and threw my crutches on the carpet, crawling into bed with Soda. I felt his arms wrap around me and I cried into his chest.