Everything

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It was close to midnight, and I couldn't even fall asleep.

I could see Two-bit blinking at times which let me know he was awake to.

I said to him, "Two-bit."

He rolled over to face me and asked, "Yeah, Shay?"

I then nervously said, "Well, I know I told you about my parents, but there's more to the story. I mean if you wanted to know."

It was probably a better time then ever to tell him.

Plus, he was letting me stay at his house just because he cares.

He looked up at me making brief eye contact and said, "No, no, I do."

He then had a more serious but concerned look in his grey blue eyes.

"Alright," I sigh, "Well ya see, I've always been...a mistake."

I paused after saying that as he suddenly looks shocked.

"I was never supposed to be born, my mother never even wanted a kid. And then I was a girl, and my dad didn't want a girl.

And on top of that I was a greaser. So from there, pretty much everything I did was wrong in some way or another to my parents.

They always told me when I was younger that I was the reason for their fighting.

I seemed to cause so much trouble. I hated myself for even existing. I knew I was just a mistake to them."

I took a short pause as I felt my voice crack, but there's no way I'll cry in front of Two-bit.

"That's when I knew I needed to find someone and then you came along and introduced me to the gang."

I say at a whisper. Looking down, I feel a tear graze my cheek. I swallow, looking back up at him to see his reaction.

His mouth is open, but no words were coming out.

I then looked back down embarrassed that I told him but glad.

"Sh-Shay." Is all he says, and I can barely speak before he pulls me into a hug, gently rubbing my bath soothingly.

I can't help it, I think to myself as I begin to cry on his shoulder, he can think I'm a crybaby or anything at this point.

I was just relieved it's all out there.

He repeats my name, "Shay, listen to me."

"Yeah?" I choke out, knowing that I probably look hideous at this point but I don't even care.

"I don't care what anyone says," He pauses but continues, "even if it's your own parents. You are not a mistake.

And I can't have ya going around thinking that you are.

You're not a mistake whatsoever. You're important to everyone in the gang. You really are."

His voice chokes a tiny bit and I feel my heart breaking. "And you're important to me."

I whisper lightly to him, "Thank you."

He continues his long speech, "So, don't you ever listen to them, ya hear? Whatever they'll say about you ain't true. I promise ya that."

I whisper again, "Thank you. Really, thank ya for being there for me, I mean it."

I give him a small smile as he said, "I know ya do, Shay, and I mean it to."

He smiled back before yawning getting into the covers again.

I sigh, pulling the covers down on the other side of the bed and crawling in.

I can't believe I just told Two-bit everything. But I know I can trust him.

He's my best friend, if nothing else. I know that he means what he says.

But the words of his mom circle in my mind, and I just don't know what to think.

I don't want to jump into any conclusions but I don't want to ruin our friendship for my stupid little crush on him.

He says, facing the other side looking at the wall, "Night, Shay."

I sighed and said, "Night, Two. Thanks again, for everything."

"No problem" he whispers, and I barely hear him when he does.

I look over his back to see he was almost asleep already.

I laid fully awake on the other side of the bed. I wish I could just escape my thoughts for a little while.

Does he like me? Should I stop thinking about him? Should I give it time? Well to be fair, I have given it like 3 years.

I don't know the answer to any of the questions that swirl around in my head.

I was so confused.

I pressed my face into the pillow and sigh again.

He's probably sleeping away, dreaming about something innocent like Mickey Mouse, while I lay here worrying about everything.

And as I fall asleep, I don't stop thinking about us and what we could be.

I turn and look at him just one last time, until I finally fell asleep.

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