You were the only girl in the gang. Ever since you joined the group, mainly due to you being Steve's sister, Two-Bit had his eyes on you and only you.

Man–everything about you was simply perfect.

A week or two ago, he'd started dating you, and in those past days, Two-Bit was extremely clingy. He'd stay by your side most of the time as if you were attached at the hip, and he'd sleep next to you most nights.

Now, you were at Two-Bit's place, and it was nearing dusk. He held you gently but firmly in his lap as you two watched TV, his fingers absentmindedly running through your hair.

As you shifted slightly, Two-Bit grumbled in protest. "Don't move," he grunted, holding you more tightly against him. "I'm comfy." He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. "You're mine. All mines..."