Mickey and Minnie

• chapter 4 •

Ivy's P.O.V -

"What were you trying to do, look cool"?! Yelled Tim.

I crossed my arms "No. I don't know."

" My brother died, bitch. And your out here hanging out with Two-Bit, really"? He growled.

I sighed "Tim.-"

He cut me off "Never again. We have to go do something over my brother."

I glared at him "Fine. I will mourn him out of pity."

Tim shoved me into his car "No. You mourn him out of respect." he slammed the car door and I sat there with an annoyed look on my face.

Tim started the car and continued talking "What were Curly's last words"?

I looked up and raised an eyebrow "Run idiot."

Tim scoffed "Your lying, he wouldn't waste his last breathe in that."

I nodded "He told me, run Idiot."

I felt the car accelerate and I could tell Tim was getting annoyed. I sat up straight and cleared my throat "Any other questions? I can tell you what position he was in too."

Tim braked hard "Shut the hell up! I'm getting sick and tired of your attitude."

I screamed back "Your acting as if I killed your brother! You knew damn well that the SOCS don't fight fair and you and the rest of the gang went. If it's anyone's fault, it's yours" !

Tim held his head "Dont you think I know that? I put him in danger, and now he is dead."

I rolled my eyes "So why are you being such a jerk to me"?

" Because you left him. " he hissed.

I opened the car door "I'm done with your shit. Have fun mourning your brother, son of a bitch" ! I flipped him off and slammed the car door.

I heard him call after me.

"Ivy, I will make your life a living hell if you don't get back over here. You get near that dirty greaser and your done! Are you even listening to me"?!

Two-Bits P.O.V-

I burst into the Curtis house, angry. Everyone else looked annoyed too. Darry was busy cleaning everyone up from the Rumble. I sat down on the couch.

" I hate Tim. " I groaned.

Dally faced me, holding an ice pack to his bruised eye "Shut up."

I narrowed my eyes "Or what" ?

Dally threw his ice pack on the ground and stood up "Or I kick your ass" !

I stood up "I dare you."

Darry stepped in between us "Stop. I know you guys are mad about the Rumble."

Dally shook his head "Two-Bit isn't. He is just mad that Tim is taking out the girl he made a bet over."

Darry raised an eyebrow "Two-Bit we have other things to be worried about. Thank goodness, nobody got hurt."

I cut in "Curly died."

Everyone faced me, stunned.

"What"? Said Ponyboy.

I nodded "Yup. SOC put the blade, right in his stomach."

Ponyboy looked sick and excused himself.

Sodapop looked up at me, with a small grin on his face. "I bet your pretty happy. You two hated each other like cats and dogs."

I smirked "I am in a pleasant mood, thank you very much."

Sodapop chuckled.

I knew he was happy as well. Curly made fun of him for dropping out, and it really messed up Sodapops confidence. Now that Curly was dead, he couldn't affect him anymore.

Darry slapped Sodapop on the back of the head "Dont you dare laugh at something like that. It could have been any of us. I will have to give Tim a call. Wish him the best."

I looked over at Dally "You have been awfully quiet."

Dally glared at me "I liked Curly. He was damn good at fighting."

I patted his shoulder "C'mon. Even Johnny could beat him."

Dally shook his head "Oh come on. He got you once. I doubt, Johnny could do anything to him."

Johnny got up and slammed the door. We watched him out the window walk away pretty upset.

Dally and I looked at each other and I said, "Look what you did."

Dally faced me "No that was you."

I replied "I was the one who said Johnny could beat him."

Ivy's P.O.V-

I sat down at the park bench. I slowly watched the sky get darker by the second. I was and at myself for making fun of Curly's death. Curly was one of my best friends and it had just occurred to me that I was never going to see him again. He was gone. Gone.

I felt my eyes fill up with tears, and I slowly blinked them away. I had to apologize to Tim. I was about to get up when I heard rustling in the bushes. I shoved my hand into my pocket and rested my hand on my switchblade.

The wind viciously flew through my air, making it hard to see. I saw someone climb out of the bushes and I pulled my blade out.

"Get away." I demanded .

A frightened teenager looked up at me "Please don't."

I looked closely "Your from the Greasers."

He nodded "Yes."

I put my blade down "Come here, I ain't going to hurt ya."

He slowly walked over to me "Your in Tims gang, aren't you" ?

I nodded slowly "Yes. What's your name"?

" J-Johnny. " he stuttered.

I smiled "I'm Ivy."

Johnny replied "I know who you are. Your Evie's sister."

I responded "The one and only. You got any siblings" ?

Johnny shook his head "No. It's just me."

I looked closer and saw a faint scar, thanks to the dim street light.

"Not to be rude, but what happened to your face"? I asked, with eyebrows raised.

Johnny ran his finger over his scar "The SOCS ganged up on me. One of them was wearing rings and it cut through my flesh."

The thought of them doing that sickened me and slightly angered me, reminding me of what they had done to Curly.

"Well Johnny, one day they are gonna get what they deserve." I said with a grin on my face.