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But I guess I will claim Cassie.
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I poked at the noodles, wondering why they were so mushy. I decided to make dinner tonight, relieving Darry, who's turn it actually was, of this duty. I was thinking though that it wasn't the best idea, considering how bad the noodles seemed to turn out. I couldn't even make spaghetti without screwing up, what was wrong with me? I turned the knob on the stove off, and focused on the sauce, stirring it slowly in the other pan, before moving my attention to the salad making. Once that was done, I started to set the table.
"What is this?" I looked over at Ponyboy, who had wandered over to the stove without me noticing.
"Food." I stated, making my way back over to the stove, and started to stir the noodles, doing my best to make them not so clumped together.
"I don't think you added enough water." Ponyboy commented watching me.
"Probably not," I agreed, glancing over at him before putting my attention on the food.
"What's that on your neck." Ponyboy asked suddenly, making me tense up.
"Nothing." I replied angling my body away from him.
"It' almost looks like a hickey." He said softly.
"How would you know what one looks like?" I snapped. "You've never given or received one." I instantly felt bad for the remark, Ponyboy didn't deserve this all because I was in a bad mood. "It's not a hickey." I lied, softening my tone, turning to look at him. "I promise. It's just some kind of weird bruise." It sounded lame even to my own ears.
Pony stared at me a long time, before turning and disappearing out of the kitchen. I bit my bottom lip, wondering how in the world I would hide this from Darry. If Ponyboy knew what it was , that means everyone would figure it out pretty quickly. I finished setting the table, and coated the spaghetti with sauce hoping that would help a little bit.
I ate in silence, listening to Darry, and Sodapop's conversation. Even Ponyboy added a little to it. I had put on a turtleneck before Darry got home, claiming the chills. "Hope you're not getting sick." Darry had commented. "Maybe just a cold." I had said to that.
"This is really good." Soda commented me, trying to cut another piece of spaghetti with his fork. I smiled weakly, knowing that he was just trying to make me feel better about screwing up dinner.
"Add more water next time." Darry added, focusing on his salad.
I nodded.
"I think I'll go to sleep early." I commented, pushing back in my chair, and stood up. "Wanna be well rested for school. Night." I made a detour to the bathroom, on the way to my room. I stared at myself in the mirror. My hair hung flat, and looked dull. The color also looked lighter for some reason. I collected it into my hands, before letting it fall back down. I still considered my hair brown, even though it was so light it could have been considered as dirty blond. I turned on the sink, and filled my hands with water, splashing it on my face. I gave myself one last look in the mirror, before turning and exiting the bathroom.
I woke up the next morning, earlier than I usually did. I snuggled down in my bed, willing myself to go back to sleep. After about five minutes I gave up, and rolled out of bed. I grabbed some clothes, and made my way to the bathroom, to have a quick shower. Close to ten minutes later, I was working on applying my make-up, when there was a banging on the door. "Hurry up in there, Cee-Cee." I heard Soda yell through the door.
"I am hurrying." I called back, recapping my lipstick. I studied myself in the mirror. I always despised my eyes. They weren't blue, and they weren't green. They were just sort of nothing, like the rest of me. I also did the best to cover up the mark on my neck.
"I'm not hungry this morning." I told Darry as I walked through the living room. "I wanted to get to school early." I said over my shoulder, escaping out the front door, before Darry could protest.
I slung my backpack higher on my shoulder, as I continued down the sidewalk. I started to hum a Ricky Nelson song as I walked. I of course was ridiculed to no end for liking him, but I didn't care, he was worth it.
I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "You just live in your own little world, don't you?"
I let out a groan knowing who it was before I even turned. "What are you stalking me?" I demanded. "Because I'm pretty sure that's against the law." I put a hand on my hip, as I stared at him, waiting for an explanation.
"Don't flatter yourself."Curly returned, and held a purse up. Wait. I recognized that purse. It was mine.
"This belong to you?" He asked with a smugness.
I snatched this from him. "I've been looking everywhere for this." I said, when in actuality I didn't even know it was missing."You stole it?" I accused hugging it to my chest.
He glared at me in return. "I didn't still nothing." He spat out. "You left it at my house, after you were done fucking my brother I'm guessing."
I paled slightly.
"I'm sorry" I told him. "I shouldn't of accused you of that. Thank you for returning this." I focused on my shoes. "It was nice of you."
"It's whatever."
"Walk me to school?" I don't know why I asked that. I wish I hadn't when he gave me a strange look.
Than I was glad I did when he agreed to. I started to walk again, this time with Curly by my side. "You're not going to school today." I noted, taking in his lack of books.
"Nope." He lit up a cigarette after offering one to me, which I declined. Smoking didn't appeal much to me.
"How come you're not going to school?" I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, while turning my head towards him.
"Don't want too." He answered, taking a puff of his cigarette. He didn't add anything after that, so I just let it drop. Curly I learned on that walk to school, could hold a pretty good conversation.
Another thing I learned was that I fell for the wrong Shepard the first time around, but I was thinking I could do it right this time.
We stopped across the street from the school. "Thanks for walking me."
"Don't mention it." He flicked his cigarette away. I smiled at him before I turned to go. "Wait." He called after me. "Yeah?" I said, turning back to me.
"Wanna see a movie tonight?" He rubbed the back of his neck as he asked, and I realized he was nervous.
"Are you asking me on a date?" I questioned with a soft smile, feeling pleased, and a little surprised, that he would want to go out.
"Guess I am." He replied with a shrug.
My spirits fell slightly as I remembered Darry's rule on not going out on school nights, that was the rule for me and Pony anyway, which didn't seem fair.
"I would really like to, Curly, but I can't."
"Forget about it no big deal. It was stupid of me to ask."
"No it wasn't. I really do want to go, I'm not just saying that. Darry just doens't let me out on school night." I explained. "But maybe we can go after school." I suggested, trying to wipe the hopeful expression off my face, but not succeeding.
"Sure, after school. See ya than."
"Bye." I said, reaching out giving his arm a squeeze.
I looked over my shoulder, while I walked to the school, blushing lightly, as I saw Curly was still standing there, watching me.
Most people would consider going from Tim to Curly, as being a step down, but after getting to know Curly I thought of it as a very huge step up.
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