(A/N) Thanks for the reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders. I only own Roxy and the rest…
"No way!"
We rushed over to the door and saw a man, six foot one with green eyes, brown hair and a cute smile. He was in military gear and I knew first hand who it was.
"Jason!" Tracy cried jumping on him. He caught her and spun her around with her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Hey sweetie. Long time no see." She got off him and looked him over.
"Gosh, I missed you," she said giving him a long embrace followed by a passionate kiss that you only see in movies. Trixie and I pretended not to notice.
"Hey, Jason," I said giving him a hug.
"Hey Rox. How are you?"
"I'm good. How was "Nam? Did you get any wounds?" He laughed and shook his head.
"Nope, I came back in one piece, just like I said I would. Wow, you've grown since the last time I saw you."
"Well, it was ten years ago." It was an awkward silence for a few seconds until Trixie said: "You don't remember me?"
He scratched his head. "No. Why, was I supposed to remember you?"
Trixie was open mouthed before Jason pulled her into a hug and said: "Of course I remember Trixie: my favorite cousin in law!"
"Hey!" I cried. Jason laughed and sat down on the sofa. Tracy had gone into the kitchen while we conversed with Jason. She came back with tea and cookies for her husband.
"Jason, I'm so glad your back: This is such a surprise! I had no idea you were going to come back without telling me!
"Well, I guess this is your lucky day! I wanted to see how well I surprised you and by the looks of your expression, I did a pretty good job."
We all laughed. Jason and Tracy looked into each others eyes. They hugged, which turned into kissing, which turned into making out.
"Before this starts getting hot and heavy, why don't Trixie and I go into our room?"
"Oh, we're sorry," Jason apologized. "It's just that I haven't seen my wife in five long years while I was at war, and I was just hoping that maybe I could remember how she looks. Sorry I was disturbing you guys. Maybe I'll just go back to Vietnam…"
"NOOOO!" Trixie and I shouted. Jason had a talent of making people feel bad.
"Sorry guys. We'll leave you alone."
Tracy and Jason laughed. "Relax guys. We weren't going to do anything like that here. We were just going to talk, if you guys don't mind? We'll call you guys down so we can all have dinner. Cool?" Tracy asked.
"No problem." We said while going to our room.
We sat down in opposite beds. Things we're still icy between Trixie and I. She was reading a magazine, or so she made it look. I knew that she hated reading and was trying to fumble for something to say to me. I sighed.
"Trixie, come here." I said. She hesitated, smiled, and jumped a meter to my bed. She gave me a hug and laughed.
"Roxy, are you mad at me?"
"I'm not mad at you; I just hate the fact that you don't realize the reason why we came here in the first place. We're runaways. We've hidden our identities for a reason; no one is supposed to find us. Remember, we're not supposed to get too close to anyone because it could risk us revealing our true selves. The only people supposed to know are Tracy and Jason. But nobody else can know, or our lives will be ruined and we'll have to start all over again from scratch. Do you want that?"
"No, I guess you're right."
"I am right." I gave her a hug.
""Now, let's go downstairs fast before Jason and Tracy make a baby." We laughed and headed downstairs. We could hear someone crying. Tracy. And a soothing voice. Jason. We went back upstairs.
"What do you want to do?" I asked Trxie.
"Um, it looks like they've eaten dinner without us and I'm starved. Do you want to head to town and find a joint to eat at?"
"That's not the best idea, you know. We just got here and going to town would require us to talk to Tracy and that would mean for her to miss her alone time with Jason."
"What of we got past Tracy and Jason?"
"It still wouldn't work. We would have to ask people where we could eat and they would take it as an invitation to talk to us. And to top it all off, there are those snooty rich kids and homeless grease balls."
"Their not homeless, Roxy; just poor. And their called greasers not grease balls. Besides, we're greasers now too. And what if we didn't have to talk to anyone? I saw a diner a couple blocks away from here on the car ride. It's still on the east side. Let's go there!"
I tried to find a factor stopping us from going but I couldn't think of one. Sighing, I gave in.
"Yes!" Trixie exclaimed. "I finally won!"
"No, you didn't win. We're just going there because the two lovebirds are having a private dinner downstairs. And after we're done, we're coming straight back. There is still light outside, so we should be back around sunset. Got it?"
"Yes, mother!" she giggled.
"Trix, your seventeen years old and you act like a five year old. Put some of that five year old charm on Tracy and Jason and convince them to let us go."
We went downstairs just as a fight was about to initiate. They we're both yelling, but Jason looked much more angry.
"You know what, Tracy?" he yelled. "Its obvious you don't love me anymore! Are you really that pathetic to stoop that low? You should be ashamed of yourself."
"No, baby, I love you so much! Please! Give me another chance!"
What was going on here? Why were they yelling? What did Tracy do to upset Jason? All these questions we're zooming through my mind as Jason stomped out the door.
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