Greasers

Greasers Chapter Ten

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"Will you be here all day?" I asked Two-Bit innocently, finishing my chores.

"Maybe. If you need me to be. Why?" He raised an eyebrow, and I crossed my arms nonchalantly.

"No reason." I shrugged. "Just wonderin'." He seemed to believe me, and I was excited.

"Well, I'm gonna head out. I've got a date." Two-Bit said with a wink, and he was gone. 

I closed the door behind him and rushed to the fridge. I peeked inside, and sure enough there were two full beer bottles. I grabbed one without making any noise, and brought it to my room to drink it. I had the window slightly opened so I would see the shadow if anyone drove into the driveway, so I sat down on the bed and popped open the bottle.

I smelled it carefully, and gagged. It smelled awful and I hated it, but my curiosity got the best of me and I took a huge sip. It tasted like actual piss and burned my throat on the way down. I gagged and ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth and dump out the bottle.

Suddenly, Darry's truck rolled into the driveway. I panicked and ran to my bedroom, throwing the beer bottle under my bed and plopping down and pretending to read.

He entered our house and walked into my room.

"Hi, Darry!" I said with a half-assed grin. He raised an eyebrow, but ignored my weird actions.

"Did you finish everything?" He asked.

"Yep."

"Did you behave for Two-Bit?"

"Yes, Dar. I'm not five." I grunted, and he crossed his arms. "I'm sorry." I sighed. He nodded and ruffled my hair in approval. 

"Soda won't be here tonight, so it'll just be you and me. Wanna watch somethin'?" He asked. I felt a twang of guilt in how kind he was being to me and how proud he was being when really I had just done something I certainly wasn't supposed to do, but I ignored it and nodded.

"Sure!" I shot up out of bed and followed him to the living room.

"Your room looked really nice. Did you even clean out under your bed?" He asked. I widened my eyes, remembering that I hadn't and that that was where the godforsaken bottle was. "Okay, guess not. I can help you with that."

Shit.

"No!" I shouted, shooting up from where I was sitting. He raised an eyebrow at me. "No... no... it's fine! You've already done so much, and I can just take care of it on my own-"

"It's fine, Pony. I can help you. Don't worry. Let's go take care of that." He smiled gently, and walked into my room. I felt sweaty and sticky and knew that there wasn't much of an escape.

I sprinted to the bathroom and closed the door. I paced around worried about what was going to happen next. I shouldn't have goddamn done that. I mean, how stupid could I be?

I waited for a couple of minutes in complete silence, and figured he would have found it by now, but I waited a little bit longer. Still, it was quiet, so I stepped out of the bathroom thinking that maybe he had just missed it.

I peeked my head into my room, and saw Darry calmly sitting on my bed. He had already seen me, so there wasn't any backing out now. I stepped into my room and realised that Darry was holding something behind his back.

Fuck. I should've known he would find it. How stupid did I think he was?

"Ponyboy, I think you have something that you need to explain." He said in a monotonous voice, revealing the emptied beer bottle in his hands to me.

I gulped, knowing I was absolutely fucked.