Author's note- okay coming up are some things that are to say the least hard to believe would actually happen. You'll see what I mean shortly. I'm not real good at putting myself and all my setting back in the times the outsiders was orginally placed. So I'll be modernising (spelled correctly? don't think so) a bit. And I'm putting dates on everything so that I can get it to kinda work in my timeline. If it isn't what you like my sorry goes out to you. I'm taking suggestions send me em if you have em. You want a charrie dedicated to you? Message me I'll do it!

Some pics of Her- .

And for the story in . (woman represents Cal and man represents Dal)

Calloway's POV

October 3rd

I woke up and popped my neck. I'd slept on the couch in this dreary room, it wasn't good for my neck but I do stupid stuff when I was ticked. I looked at the clock that read 6:45 AM. "Crap! I have work!" Quickly I darted out of the room and into the shower.

After showering I put on some clothes that made me look alright for my job at a cafe on the border of grease and soc, if you didn't look at least half way soc you might not want to show up even if it was mostly old people. So I had a light blue cami, lighter boyfriend blue jeans, and heels to match my shirt. I finished my make up and drifted to the living room where Two Bit was passed out, I kissed his cheek whispering, "Love you big cousin."

The door barely made a sound as I shut it starting for the cafe. Walking in the nippy air cleared my head. I tried not to think about my parents, but it was hard. Mom was a ghost that followed me or that's how it seemed sometimes. Occasionally I'd get a whiff of her cheap drug store perfume, I'd see one of her features in another person. Whether it be her soft curls of light brown hair, heart shaped lips, tweet nose, or any of the other things that made mom my mom I'd see them in random people everywhere, it kind of scared me when I realised that Dallas and mom had shared the same skin tone. Yes things were that bad. But the one thing that used to bring Mom back was a mirror, that was before I dyed my hair darker and used a few over the counter cosmetics to change me so I didn't pass a mirror and break into tears.

Dad. The man who had once been my super hero, my main man, my prince charming, my daddy. Now he was barely more then Dad. Dad, without love. Infact hate filled my blood for him. He'd been a great guy before Mom died. Then it all went wrong. Little things were ruined because of what he did. That minty blue gum, that brand of cigars, my wrists, that song, certain sleeping postitions, and daily life were ruined because of him. I liked Dallas alot but God and I both knew as much as I wished I'd never be able to satisfy him. My body shook when I thought of having sex with someone.

Calloway stop. You're here.

"Bit of an attitude change from being a b-wad yesterday." I told my mind.

"Hey Cal glad you're here to relieve me. Man I'm whooped. Need sleep!" Gera laughed and clocked out. "You're good except sweeping."

I called out thanks and checked the schedule. We were closing down from tomorrow until next Monday because the boss man's son got engaged. Pay was in the back. I hurried and got my envelope of $400, in cash. Boss took pity on me said I was too pretty to be where I was in life and he tried to hook me up with his son to get me out of there. It made me feel a bit bad that he paid me more because he thought I was pretty.

The bell on the door jingled so I slid my money in my pocket throwing away the envelope, put on my little black pocket thing required for waitresses, and headed to greet the customers. "Hello James. How are you today?" I smiled. James was a regular who tipped well.

I made light conversation asking the usual about his son, grandkids, and the farm. I got his coffee and repeated the cycle with everyone of the people who came in and I knew. Som were touchy feely people and would touch my hand, hug me, or shake my hand and I knew these folks wanted touch in return. I'd touch their shoulder when talking to them. When a new girl came in I walked over and greeted her.

"Hey there, I'm Cal and I'll be your waitress. You wanna pick a seat?" I asked. The girl was a greaser, it leaked off her in a Get-The-Hell-Away kind of way.

She sat down in a very back booth away from the old timers and early risers. "Tea, iced tea not sweet and a muffin banana nut or what ever you have." I nodded. "Why you still standing there?"

"You're from New Jersey, it's in your accent and your looks. Will you be around awhile?" I asked taking her order to the window while talking.

"Yeah, stuck here. I'm Courtney before you ask. Courtney Kingston."

"Nice to meet you."

Courtney wouldn't ever stay much. I envied her beauty, yet greasy touch. She was the kind of girl Dallas would want. Dallas. My thoughts drifted there constantly. Stop thinking about him. He's with that skanky no good hoe. Then near the end of my shift, he came in.

Dallas was usually looking fine no matter how much he drank, how much he slept, or how bad he got his ass kicked the night before. He walked in looking like hell. There were deep circles under his eyes, a scruff around his neck, his clothes were wrinkled, and they had blood on some places. He was looking straight at me then looked away.

I looked around the cafe. Why could Missy never be early? Sighing I walked over to him. "You look like hammered hell."

"Can we talk?"

"I'm uh-" I paused take that back Missy be late."I'm working Dal."

"Calloway hun bun I'm here to take over!" Missy drifted in.

Damn.

"Not anymore."

"Bye Missy. Can you sign me out?" She agreed to so I walked out with Dallas.

"I screwed up. I chose her over you. I shou-"

I cut in, "She's your girlfriend."

"Ex now. But you're like family actually maybe..." He stalled a second then tried again. "Anyway I am-"

"You don't have to." I told him. I hated apologies and I still wanted to hate him and his hoe. Wait ex girlfriend?

"Damn it Calloway! Let me talk!" When I sighed he went on. "I want to apologise. I'm sorry. I'll never chose her over you or anyone again."

"What happened?" I asked. "Oh I forgive you but anyways tell me why y'all broke up this time."

"I go to the bathroom just to freshin up a bit. I walk out and that fucking whore was writing her number on some guys arm, so I wait it out since she doesn't see me right? And she kissed this guy right in front of me on the damn mouth!" He reeled around for the brick wall and went to punch.

I saw the way he moved and grabbed his arm as it raised. "Don't you dare punch that wall." That's my thing. I thought with a humorless laugh. "She's Sylvia why the hell do you even care Dal?"

"I chose her over the gang. I chose her over you. I let her do this." He touch the scratch I had above my eye and electricity buzzed through my bood. Damn him, don't let him! "I let her." His voice was soft and he took a step closer to me. Once again his lips hovered inches from mine.

"Hey guys!" Johnny called rounding the corner. Second time two days. If it wasn't Johnny... my mind had taken a serious turn around from saying screw Dallas less then twenty four hours ago. "Two Bit is taking y'all on a trip! Get home so he can explain!"

"What?" We both asked.

"You'll see!" He took off running.

"So I'm forgiven right?" Dallas asked me.

I shrugged. "Maybe not all the way."

He reached over and pecked my cheek. Then Johnny turned around and yelled, "Let's go!" Dallas took off leaving me dizzied for a few moments before I could snap out of it and get going.

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