Chapter three goes by the name "Waiste." It's not a typo, it's a pun. Figure it out. And if you can't, ill be happy to tell you.
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Dally and I were walking around the neighborhood Sunday afternoon at around six o'clock. Darry, Soda and Steve were all working and no one else seemed to be around, so we decided to just go walking around. We passed a house with a moving truck in front of it and, surprisingly, a guy standing outside the house called out to Dally.
"Hey! I heard you clocked my brother!" He jumped the fence and stood in front of us. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, and his brother who was watching from the window, the guy from the concession stand at the movies was apparently younger.
"I don't know." Dally said with a cool smirk. "I've clocked a lot of people. None of them are really important enough to remember."
"I'm sure you remember Toby." He said before swinging at Dally. He easily blocked it but they started fighting. I stood on the side; it wasn't the first time I'd seen Dally fight. Toby came rushing out with a scream of "Marcus!"
Dally had the upper hand, but at one point they backed into the fence and I thought I imagined a cracking sound. Dally, of course, liked fighting but I could tell he got tired of it when he took a step back from Marcus and threw a punch so hard, it knocked him down, just like it had Toby. I noticed that Toby just stood by his brother, whereas if it had been my brothers fighting, the one who was standing to the side would have long since jumped in.
"You'll learn fast," Dally said, "Not to mess with certain people." And with a final kick to Marcus, he grabbed my hand and we were walking off. Those two had picked the wrong person to mess with. I couldn't think of anyone who would like them if they made such a bad first impression on Dallas.
"Well that was fun." I said sarcastically.
"That dirty…" He went on calling them many names. I finally got tired of hearing him cursing them out so I stopped him with a kiss. The only objection from him was slinking his arms around my waist. I broke apart from him.
"You done?" I grinned. He nodded, smiling slyly. He put his arm around my shoulders as we continued to walk and as I put my arm around his waist something didn't feel right.
"Wait." I stopped him.
"What is it, babe?"
"Dallas, you cracked your ribs. Maybe they're broken." I said worriedly.
"No big deal."
"I think you should go to the hospital."
"Hospital?" Dally repeated. "Are you crazy? You've seen me way worse and you're asking me to go the hospital for a few cracked ribs?"
"Please?"
"Why?" He asked me. "You've never asked me to go to the hospital before."
"You've never broken your ribs right before a rumble before." I said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, the rumble!" He realized. There was going to be a rumble a couple of nights later and while I knew that a few broken ribs was nothing for Dallas Winston, I really didn't want anyone on our side going into the rumble already hurt. Especially not if said person was one of my brothers, friends, or in this case, boyfriend.
"Don't matter, anyway." Dally said.
"Please, Dal." I tried to put it in words he would understand. "Look, it's a disadvantage. If you get socked in the ribs it'll be a lot worse if you don't get this treated now, and it wont be as easy for you to fight."
"Will it shut you up if I go?" He grinned.
"Yes, sir!" I saluted.
"All right, let's go." He put his arm back around me and we made our way to the hospital.
Sometimes you forgot how unfair society really is. It's not hard to be reminded, though. We were in the waiting room for two hours before anyone even noticed us, yet everyone seemed to notice us enough to give Dally a dirty look. About a billion times, Dally got up, ready to walk out and the only way to hold him back was to sit there and make out with him. I wouldn't admit it to Dally, but I was scared of him going into the rumble already hurt. What really stopped Dally from leaving though, was that we both fell asleep right there in the waiting room.
"Winston!" The nurse calling for Dally woke me up and I shook Dally awake.
"This is such a waste of time." He growled as we walked into a room and I knew he was right, and that he was mad at me. It was now nine o'clock and we had wasted an entire day in a hospital waiting room for something that didn't even faze Dally. I sat on a chair to the side while Dally gave a doctor a hard time, not saying anything, hoping that Dally's anger would blow over soon.
When Dally finally stopped complaining, and the doctor finally finished, he looked at me and roughly told me to call someone to pick us up. I walked out of the room and went to the front desk,
"Excuse me, is there a phone I could use?" I asked politely. The secretary wordlessly slammed a phone on top of the desk and I picked up, dialing my house number.
"Hello?" Soda's voice said after a few rings. He sounded somewhat frantic.
"Hey." I said.
"Rhiannon!" He suddenly sounded relieved. "Where the hell are you?!" I looked down at my watch and noticed it was eleven o'clock.
"Oh my G-d." I said. "I'm so sorry I didn't realize the time!"
"Where are you?!" He said, and at the same time I heard Darry say "Where the hell is she?!" I guessed he was near Soda.
"I'm at the hospital." I said.
"Why are you at the hospital?!" He sounded worried again and I heard Darry scream "what?!" in a tone that matched Soda's.
"No, not me." I said calmly. "Dally got hurt. Look, are you gonna come get me or not?"
"Yeah, I'll be right there." Soda sighed, and I thought it sounded like a sigh of relief.
"'Kay, bye big bro."
"Bye." And I could hear the smile in his voice as he hung up.
About a half hour later, Dally and I were waiting right outside the hospital. He hadn't spoken to me and it was quite obvious he was really mad. I guessed he had a right to be, because I would have been mad too if I were him. A broken rib to Dally was like a paper cut and if someone had made me waste my entire night in the hospital for a paper cut, I'd be furious. I decided that if he was still mad by the time we got home, I'd apologize.
The sight of our truck finally broke the silence when Soda showed up. We got into it, Dally on the end and me in between him and my brother.
"What happened?" Soda asked as soon as we took off.
"Nothing." Dally spat. "I had it out with some idiot and your sister decided I should spend the night in the hospital." His voice was so filled with anger, that if it had been anyone but Dally, I might've been hurt. But I'd grown up around Dally and though we were together, I was no stranger to the receiving end of his anger. Sure, it didn't feel good, I didn't like anyone I cared about to be angry at me, but I was used to it. Soda gave me a sympathetic look and I shrugged.
"I'm sure she was just tryin' do help you out, Dal." Soda said. Dally didn't even answer and turned to face the window. When we got to the house Dally went inside without a word, but Soda stopped me.
"Do you plan on tellin' me what happened?"
"He got a fight with the brother of the guy from last night." I said. "He cracked a few ribs and I really wanted him to get it checked out before the rumble. I'm sorry I didn't call; we both fell asleep in the hospital. We were there nearly six hours."
"He'll get over it." Soda said, referring to Dally being mad.
"I know." I said, and he gave me one of his smiles that no one could resist smiling at.
"What happened?!" Darry asked as soon as we walked in. I wondered why Dally hadn't told him and then I realized Dally wasn't in the room.
"Where's Dally?"
"He went to your room. Said he was tired." Darry said waving off that question. "What happened?" I told him what I had told Soda, apologizing for not having called.
"You know I'd never worry you on purpose." I said.
"Maybe not on purpose," Darry teased. "But just knowing you're my sister is enough to worry me gray."
"Oh, how funny you are." I said sarcastically. "Where's Pony?"
"Sleeping." Darry said. "Seein' as it's near midnight and ya'll have school tomorrow."
"Rhia, what are you doing?" Darry asked as I sat on the couch.
"Huh?"
"Didn't you hear what I just said?" He asked.
"Yeah, that Pony's sleepin' 'cause it's near midnight and we have school—oh!"
"Yeah." Darry said. "Get to bed."
"Uh huh." I said. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and gave one to Soda before heading to my room.
"Get Dally out first!" They both cried, making me laugh.
"Dally?" I asked when I walked in.
"What?" He said gruffly.
"You still mad?" I sighed.
"What do you think?" He spat. Yeah, he was.
"I'm sorry, Dal" I said sitting next to him. "I know there was about nothing you'd want to do less than what we did today." He didn't answer so I went on. "I didn't think it would take so long. I didn't think it would talk more than half an hour." He still didn't say anything. "I just didn't want you to get hurt worst than you had to at the rumble." I knew I wasn't gonna get him to not be mad for the night. "Well, fine." I said, standing up. "I have to go to sleep so if you plan on stayin' here tonight you're gonna have to go to the couch." And he did wordlessly.
It wasn't long until I fell asleep.
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