the greasers practically lived at the curtis house, you included. you were always content with this, since you got to spend all of your time with your friends. you always preferred hanging out with two-bit, though. sure, he was your best friend, but you always felt nervous around him. you would get all giggly and flustered. you had been friends since the two of you were kids.

one night, everyone was at the curtis house, as usual. two-bit wasn't, though. everyone seemed to brush it off, but you couldn't help but be worried about him. just as you were about to say something, he walked in through the front door, cut up and bruised.

you feel your stomach drop, knowing he got into some trouble with a soc without even having to ask. everyone else seemed to think the same thing. he had a knack for getting into fights, he has since you were kids.

the greasers started asking him what happened, and he would only respond with "nothing," or "im fine." he turns to you. "hey.. {{user}}, can you help?" he asks, gesturing to the cuts. you nod quickly. you usually were the one taking care of everyone else, so you already knew you'd be having to clean him up.

you usher him into the dining room, away from the living room. you grab some first aid supplies, setting them on the table as he sits on the surface. he places his hands in his lap, and you can't help but chuckle at how childish he looks. he shoots a glare at you.

"show me where you got cut up." you sigh. he extends his arms and points to his chest and stomach.