A/N: Hello! This is just something I wanted to try out because the plot has been harassing me for months. xD Hope you like it!
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Everyone always thought blondes and redheads were the crazy ones. Clearly they'd never met this broad. The entire gang watched as Dallas Winston screamed himself blue in the face at this tall, curvy brunette with cold eyes and a scowl set on a pair of pink lips. She looked pretty damn pissed, her brown eyes blazing with rage though her body language gave nothing away.
If she was a guy fists would be flying by now, and that's for damn sure.
"It ain't my fault you ain't been watchin' that kid, you dumb broad! Maybe you shoulda been keepin' an eye on him, or- or I dunno!" Dally threw his hands up, turning to walk away. The girl uncrossed her arms and sighed, turning around with a scolding look on her face at the small child hiding behind her, both his tiny hands wrapped tight around her pant leg.
"Sam, you better get on home before Missy finds out you been in the park alone again. She'll really tan your hide this time." Her voice was gentle, yet reprimanding and the small kid nodded his head and hugged the woman, then turned and took off in the direction of the Curtis house.
"Thanks Auntie Cor, I owe ya one!" Darry couldn't help but smile as the girl shook her head exasperatedly before turning and stalking closer to a fuming Dallas. Either she was real brave or real damn stupid, and the gang didn't know which would be better.
"Now you, punk ass. C'mere." She snapped at Dally, her perfectly concealed temper finally starting to show through in the absence of her charge. Dally turned and looked at her in disbelief. "I don't know what kinda man gets his kicks from scarin' little children, but you better back off cuz if I catch you around here botherin' any other kids I promise you'll be pretty damn sorry."
Dally and the gang watched open mouthed as she turned on her heel and walked away, not saying another word as she scooped up another younger kid and headed after the little boy Dally had scared the piss out of. Dally shouted obscenities at her retreating back, shaking with rage as her hand came up and she gave him a lone-finger-salute.
"Who the hell is that broad?" Two-bit asked the question on Darry's mind and Ponyboy and Johnny looked at him like he was a moron. Better Two-bit than him.
"That's Corrilynn. She owns the bakery up on Main Street. Took it over after Old man Stallone kicked the bucket two years ago."
"The bakery with those little sample cupcakes on Sundays, with the Mickey Mouse heads on them." Johnny continues and Darry suddenly remembers a small young girl with brown pig-tails defending him and Soda from a group of teenagers on the playground when Mrs. Curtis was pregnant with Ponyboy, as well as a big and mean looking young man who came up behind her and snapped at the bullies to beat it before he beat them. She hadn't waited for a thanks, just turned and walked to the swings where she begged her brother to push her.
"Corrilynn Stallone?" Darry asked, watching the retreating young woman as Ponyboy nodded his head. "Some people never change I guess."
"You guys believe that broad? Does she even know who I am?" Dally was fuming as he came back over, and bummed a smoke off of Johnny.
"You messed with a momma bears cub buddy, what'd ya expect." Sodapop laughed as the group made their way back to the Curtis' place where Darry would cook dinner before heading to bed.
"You needa stop covering for him Corri, Melissa is gettin' real mad that he thinks he can do whatever cuz you let him get away with murder."
"Do I look like I give a hang Carter?" Corrilynn was kneading dough, flour covering the bridge of her nose and half of her left eye brow as well as the expanse of skin from her finger tips to her elbows.
Carter Stallone, a big man with a little more meat to him than what was considered healthy, huffed out a frustrated breath while adjusting his youngest son on his hip. "You should, Cor. I can't keep her from comin' after you if you keep disregarding everything she tells ya-"
"Carter, he's a damn kid. He wants to go to the park after school with his friends, just like me, you, and prissy missy did when we were all kids. Just 'cuz he got in one little fight don't mean he's a bad kid, and she needs to stop coddlin' him or he won't ever be able to fight his own battles." Carter may have been the older sibling, but Corrilynn certainly was the one who had handled all the fighting and other troubles growing up. She had a smart mouth and was always digging them out of trouble, even if she got them into it most of the time.
"He's my son Corri-"
"You, him, and your damn wife are all livin' in my house so if I say it's alright for him to go to the damn park then it's alright for him to go to the damn park." She slams the dough down and flashes her brother an angry look before grabbing the prepared pan and pressing the dough into it. "Ever since Pop died you've been actin' like a damn baby, grow up Carter. Now get the hell out, I've got three more orders to make and you're in my way."
Carter is out the door as soon as she dismisses him, angry but no-where near as angry as his little sister. Carter brushed past a tall, burly man without so much as a glance to acknowledge there was someone else there, and Darry Curtis was left standing in the middle of the bakery looking around at all the delicious looking cakes, cookies, and other pastries he couldn't even identify in awe.
Corrilynn looked up and cursed slightly as she placed the dough on the counter and whipped her hands on her apron before rushing up front and smiling. "Good mornin', what can I do for ya?"
Corrilynn Stallone wasn't ever skinny, always just a little bit thicker than most men cared to admit they liked with a set of curves just a fraction of an inch too wide to be perfect. She sure as hell looked good for owning a bakery though. Her long brown hair was back in a messy bun and her face was devoid of any make up other than some mascara framing a set of chocolate brown eyes, but covered in flour and for some reason Darry found it charming. She was tall for a girl but still short compared to Darry, and had to crane her neck to look up at him.
"Ay.. uh it's my kid brothers fifteenth birthday today… I have a bit of extra cash so I wanted to get him a cake, nothin' crazy just uh… just ten dollars-worth. Got a few friends coming over, y'know."
Ten dollars wasn't about to get him a wedding cake or nothing like that, but for ten dollars she'd sure as hell make this fine spectacle of hunk the best damn cake he'd ever taste. 'You want in on a mans heart? You gotta feed him the best damn cake he'll ever have.' Granny Stallone wasn't ever wrong before, so Corri liked to think she wouldn't be let down on this. "Well sure. What flavor? Got any ideas about what you want it to look like?"
"Chocolate… and uh… no. Not really."
"Well c'mon over here and I'll show you the styles we do." And this is where she reeled him in, turning her back to him and swinging her hips as she walked while Darry flushed because he couldn't help himself from looking at her full, round bottom as he followed behind. "We can make a round cake with a buttercream frosting, chocolate or vanilla it'll be great, nice and sweet."
"That sounds great." Darry nodded, not knowing anything she was saying.
"Alright. You want chocolate or vanilla?"
"Chocolate. Pony loves chocolate cake."
"Perfect, chocolate is what I do best." And Darry couldn't help the dirty thought as she smiled bright and started bringing over icing samples, and cake samples too.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to the pretty baker, even if she did have a few pounds to lose and her face was covered in flour.