hey everybody! i had the world's BIGGEST writer's block you can imagine (notice how i finally spelled that right)! So one trip to the beach, 3 fruit barrel juices, 2 mochas, and hours of constantly starring at the computer screen blankly later, this happened! :D so i hope you enjoy :D
Cherry's POV
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you." He says. You have no idea how many times he has come home from work, and said to me, "You will never guess what Winston did today!" and then I would sit up straighter at the sound of his name. And that would be the topic of dinner that night.
"Cherry…" Pony says, "Tell him he's your boyfriend!" He shouts from the police man's other side.
"No! Ponyb…!" I shout, but it's too late. Daddy already heard.
"Is this true?" he asks. Oh my gosh, kill me now! What the heck was Ponyboy thinking? Why would he not only tell me to say that, but right in front of my own father!
I don't know what to say. I wish I could say yes, but if I say no, then my dad will think that Pony is a liar even if he was just trying to protect a friend. I open my mouth, but I just make sounds with my throat.
"Please Babe; tell him how much you love me." He says strait-faced, once my father turns to me; Dallas grins at me. I glare.
"You" he points at me, "you," he points at Dallas, "you're both coming with me." I groan. He is always "Mr. Cop" around me, and I hate it!
Later when we are both sitting in the back seat of the police car, Dally leans over and says to me, "You coulda told me he was your dad." I turn and look out the window, "You don't even have the same last name!" he says louder, but not quite yelling. I feel a knot in my throat building up.
Valance is my mother's maiden name. My mother didn't want me to have the same last name of "that monster" (or so my mom calls him). They absolutely hate each other; they only use me to get back at each other; to show that one loves me more than the other. Like, my mom would take me shopping to buy a whole new wardrobe, so my dad bought me a car. It's always like that. I feel like I am a part of a tug-of-war game, and I'm the rope. I honestly would rather be like Ponyboy: living with my brother and no parents. But I know that they don't have that by choice.
"Me and my mom use her maiden name." I sigh. This hood doesn't need to know all the details.
"Why?" he asks.
"Hey!" my dad pounds on the fence dividing us from him, "Keep it down back there!"
My police record is longer than I'd care to admit, not that I did anything. Whenever Daddy would catch me with some guy that's not Bob –long story as to why we were together, and I don't feel like telling it- he would take me to the station and blame me for some crime I didn't commit , just because he thought it would teach me how to be a "proper lady. Unlike your mother" is what he would say. Like just last week, a few days after Bob was killed; he said that a few days in jail would teach me not to drink "if your boyfriend's death hadn't" he still doesn't believe me that I would never drink any type of alcoholic beverage. It's amazing that Dallas has never seen me there.
Before I know it, we are at the station. We walk in, and Daddy tells them what laws we supposedly broke.
"Winston picked a fight with a minor, and Sherri interfered with a criminal arrest." I did not! I just want to yell it at the top of my lungs!
"What do you mean 'minor'?! The guy was almost a year older than me!" he fights, even though he knows it's no use.
"But Sherri, "the man who writes down the information for the records, "I told you if you were here again this month, I'd have to keep you for the week." He sighs. Dally raises his eyebrows.
"But! No, wait! I…"
"No buts, you're almost as bad as Winston over here," Dally gasps and tries to explain how no "goody-goody like her" can possibly "Have as good a record as I do,"…or so he says.
"Hey!" the man gets excited, "Put them in a cell together," he tells the guards, then turns to us, "I bet you two would make good conversation." I don't know what this guy is thinking, but I am not about to stay in the world's smallest of rooms for a whole week!
"Yah!" Dally says with a dangerous grin on his face. From my experience of last time, I would get away from him as fast as I could, "We will never. Get. Board. "No! And the guy doesn't even catch him suggesting me doing "It" with him! This is just great…
"Alright!" Dallas's sexy voice makes me jump. "Spill it!"
As much as I don't want to, I sigh and start to tell him everything.
Alright, so the next chapter will mostly be Cherry explaining to Dallas her story, so hopefully it will be longer. have you ever seen "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" ? well, if you have, the cop car part i imagined as the one part at the police station when Charlie Sheen was with Jennifer Grey..that part. and if you havent seen that movie...you should.
thank you my peeps! :D
and stay gold...PLEASE REVIEW! DO IT FOR JOHNNY (and dont worry, he will come in here eventually)
and what a very cute young boy once said: "Stay gold"
-Syrina Kamar :D
