Two-Bit Imagine!: It'll All Be Fine (Request!)

Imagine…

You wiped the blood from your busted lip as you slightly staggered down the street. You were just minding your own business when a group of Socs decided to shove you around. You tried to brush them off, but you lost it when one of them smacked you on the ass. You knew it was three against one, and that you would probably get your ass kicked, but you didn’t care. Once you had pulled out the blade Dally had given you one Christmas, you thought they would back off. You thought wrong. They just laughed. They knew you wouldn’t stab somebody. Your hand was too shaky. One of them took it from you while the others got you on the ground. You fought with your life, receiving a busted lip, several bruises, and most likely a shattered rib or two. However, your clothes were still on your frame. That was all that mattered. As you wandered down the dimly lit sidewalk, you went over your options for a place to stay. Your mother wouldn’t let you leave the house until you were 43 if you went home looking like you did. The Curtis brothers were the same way. Johnny could be in the lot. Dally could be at Buck’s place. A lot of people could be a lot of places. Except Two-Bit. Your boyfriend Two-Bit. He would be home, drinking and watching Mickey. You hated to do it, but you changed your course and arrived at his house in a matter of time. His mother was out, and you saw the Greaser through the window. He looked so content. You really didn’t want to bother him. But you had to. You knocked on the door lightly, knuckles sore from throwing punches. It took Two-Bit only a minute to open the door, his crooked grin fading to a worried frown as soon as his eyes met yours. You tried to smile. Your lip bled more and it was the fakest smile you had ever pulled, but you tried. Two-Bit said nothing as he let you in, moving around papers and books so you could sit on the couch. He grabbed a semi-clean towel from the table and wiped the blood from your chin. You could hear him mumbling about ‘those damned Socs’ under his breath. You just let him fix you up, a bandage going on your lip. You watched him get up to grab you something to drink. In that time, you let out a sigh, talking quietly to yourself.

“I hope she’s okay…”

Two-Bit froze on the spot, turning to look at you. A bottle of water was in his hand as he stared at you curiously.

“Who?”

You looked up, suddenly realizing you had spoken out loud. You had to think fast, trying not to look nervous.

“My-… My mom! Yeah! I hope she’s doin’ just fine.”

You nodded, trying to look genuine. He saw right through it. Two-Bit sat next to you and handed you the water. He was worried. You could tell.

“Don’t you lie to me, (y/n). Who were you talkin’ about?”

You pursed your lips, regretting it as pain instantly shot through your nerves. You unscrewed the water and carefully let it slide down your throat, swallowing roughly. How would you put it?

“Remember when you were bored because Mickey wasn’t on? And I decided to...help..?”

Your cheeks tinted pink as he smiled a bit at the memory.

“Couldn’t forget if I tried.”

Your lips curled up a bit before falling back to a frown. You shrugged a bit, hoping he would get the hint. It took the Greaser a second before realization hit him like a brick to the face. His eyes widened as he stared at you. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad.

“You mean you’re-..? And I’ll be-..? Are you serious..?”

You could only nod. You were frightened. Too frightened to look at him. You were about to take another drink of your water, the bottle’s head resting on your lips, before you felt him swat away your hand. The bottle was replaced with his lips, taking you by surprise. The kiss was quick but sweet. Two-Bit pulled you into a tight hug, your surprise still settling.

“I love you so much, (y/n) (l/n).”

You could only smile as you slowly hugged him back.

“I love you too, Two-Bit Mathews.”

You knew it was going to be fine then. Everything would be alright.