Well it's been 2 years and I've really wanted to write something for this book. I really love it!
To get things started, I just wanted to say I don't own any of the characters except my two lovely fictional ones. This has to do with the Outsiders, but it has its own little twist to it.
Evelyn Elizabeth Mason: 14-15 years old, with a small build and long curly auburn hair, female
Andrew Ryan Meade: 16 years old, slim build with dark, straight hair, male
Before
"Ev, Stop it! You're gonna scare 'em away!" What an idiot, I sighed. There wasn't anything there for me to scare, except for his wild imagination. I frowned in disappointment "I really hate it when we play these childish games, Drew. Can't we 'play' something more realistic than Elf tag?"
I don't even know why I hang out with him. He treats me like a baby sometimes, I thought. I didn't notice he was in front of me until he pulled me into his arms. The pine scent from his clothes burned my nostrils. "What did you have in mind?" He replied, waiting for an answer.
I had to laugh at myself. Now I remember why. Despite his rudeness of always poking fun at me, he always had a way of making me feel like I was actually someone. Like I actually belong. He, being 16 in all, really didn't bother me that much. He always acted like I was the one with the sense.
I tugged at a miskept strand of my auburn hair. "How about something that doesn't involve chasing inanimate objects and has a point to it?" His laugh rumbled from his chest. "Let's see, he replied in false exaggeration. If I were a little freshman, what would I want to do…" he squeezed tighter around my waist, making my cheeks go red in embarrassment.
I glared and pulled away from him. "I really don't see why you insist on teasing me like I'm some 8-year-old." He rolled his eyes, "here we go again. If it will make you happy, I'll treat you like a woman when you turn 15, truce?" He held out his hand. I backed away for a moment, and then grasped his hand firmly. "Truce", I agreed. The thought of the idea made me shiver. I couldn't wait until then, but at the same time, I really needed to wait. I didn't know what he had in mind.