Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews, follows, and favorites. This has been sitting in my Zoho for months, finally had the inspiration to finish it. Hope you like it, it was fun to write.


"You're cute. What's your name again?" Pony asked Two-Bit. The room fell into an awkward silence. Pony readjusted himself in Two-Bit's lap and then continued. "Okay, fine, don't tell me."

"Ponyboy, would you mind getting off'a me?" Two-Bit's voice was very uncharacteristic for a man of his stature, but then again we were all staring at the two of them, and that does result in a bit of embarrassment. Especially in a situation such as this.

Pony frowned, "Why? You don't like me?" And I could swear the poor boy was about to burst into tears. He turned his head away and covered his face.

"D-don't cry, kid!" The burly greaser tried to peek around to see his eyes.

Darry, who was just about to call the doctor and ask if his behavior was normal, spoke out next. "Ponyboy, why don't you get off of him?" he asked nicely. The small boy lifted his face from his hands, stared at his older brother for a moment, and then blew a particularly immature raspberry at him. Darry rolled his eyes, "I'll come over there and tear you apart from him if I have to."

He turned back to Two-Bit, "Sorry about him, he's such a boner-kill sometimes."

Darry seethed, "What was that?"

"Pony, why don'tcha come over here and leave Two-Bit alone, huh?" Soda asked, deciding Darry wasn't helping any.

"Two-Bit's your name then? Do you want me to leave you alone?" And the internal conflict Two-Bit must have been having was tremendous as they stared blankly at one another. On one hand, this could be his only opportunity to tell Pony how he really felt about him, finally tell him that he wanted to be more than just friends, but Darry was already looking like he was ready to clock someone.

"Yeah," Two-Bit mumbled. "I do."

Man, if I thought the kid was going to bawl before... "You don't want me?"

I could see Steve shaking his head in disappointment in the corner of my eye as Two-Bit once again denied his feelings and told Pony to get off of him. For a brief moment I actually felt bad for the guy, but I couldn't tell you how quickly that passed when Ponyboy refused to leave Two-Bit's side.

"Well," the boy frowned, "Can I at least sit next to you?" Two-Bit looked up at Darry, who was still upset about being called a "boner-kill," as if asking permission.

"Whatever," Darry huffed disappearing into the kitchen.

Ponyboy sighed happily and hooked on to Two-Bit's arm, much to his discomfort... I think. His face was expressionless, and I don't think I can remember the last time I saw someone show so much interest to a blank TV screen. However, much to my chagrin, the other boys' interest in the two wore off, and Soda started setting up the cards to play a game with Steve. As calmly as I could, I walked over to where Two-Bit was being embraced by Ponyboy, and sat like a sad puppy at their feet.

As for my plan to win Ponyboy's attention... well, there wasn't one. He was clearly preoccupied with whispering unintelligible things into Two-Bit's ear. Dirty things, I'd imagine, based on the way Two-Bit would sputter, "W-what?" and "Where did you learn to say things like that?" back to him. There was no need to waste my time with trying to deviate his focus.

Just as I was finally coming to terms with the fact that I wasn't interesting enough for Pony in his doped up state, I felt someone flicking my hair.

"Your hair is kinda perfect," Pony stated. For the first time since I walked in earlier, Pony seperated himself from Two-Bit's touch. "Do you fix it so that it flips like that, or is it natural?"

Flips? My hair 'flips'? I didn't know it 'flipped'. "Uh," I started to run my hand through my hair, but stopped myself seeing as Ponyboy was still messing with it. "It's natural, I guess. I don't do much with it."

He hummed accepting my answer, and I relaxed into the feel of his fingernails lightly scratching my scalp. The touch was so soothing that I struggled to keep my eyes open, and barely noticed when he propped my head back on his thigh. Behind me, Ponyboy and Two-Bit's soft and unintelligible murmurs were heard.

The last thing that I heard before falling into a peaceful sleep was Ponyboy whispering my name to himself, as if trying to decide if he liked the way it sounded rolling off his tongue.

"Curly," he said with finality. "I think that name suits him."


"If you're well enough to be drawing pictures, you're well enough to do your homework." Even in my half-asleep state I could identify that deep, rumbling voice as Darry.

"I'm not drawing pictures," I heard Pony huff. The corners of my mouth twitched in amusement; the kid could sure whine. "And I already finished all the homework Curly brought for me."

"Well then ask him to get you some more. Just because you're on bedrest doesn't mean you have to fall behind. You're in high school now, and in advanced classes, you can't afford to be wasting time like this."

"Fine," and the irritation was ever present in his voice, "I'll ask Curly to get my homework tomorrow. You know, because schools are usually closed on Sundays." Again, my lips twitched into a smirk, he's a smart-ass, too.

"You're getting really mouthy. I hope you get off those meds soon and go back to being my quiet and shy little brother." With that the sound of retreating footsteps were heard, and I finally felt well enough to sit up.

"Hey, Curly," Pony greeted me holding his pencil tightly. "How's your back? Mustn't feel too hot considering you fell asleep on the floor."

I shrugged pulling myself next to him on the couch. "It's fine. What are you drawing?"

Suddenly he hugged his book to his chest looking like he wanted to stab my eyes out with his pencil. "Nothing."

"Easy," I calmed, "I won't ask again. But I do have a question."

"What's that?"

"Well, first of all, did you take your medicine yet?"

And it was quite obvious that I'd just thrown him for a loop. His eyebrows scrunched together, and he thought for a moment before answering. "No," although it sounded like he was debating it himself. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Did anyone tell you what you did last night?" His face paled, and I smirked evilly back at him. Obviously they hadn't. "Well, those meds make you crazy, kid, I mean it—"

"Curly," Pony said in a voice that made me stop and look at him. "Tell me everything."