(A.N. Okay, so I'm moving tommorow so if I don't get another chapter smashed out today this might be the last one for a little while. I have just started a blog though on my everyday life, the link to it is on my profile just incase you want to read it. Andyways... R&R :D -Andrea)

Chapter 3

"Bye everyone! I hope we get to see you guys again soon!" My dad said waving as our neighbors helped us pack the rest of our boxes. I was miserable during the whole packing and moving process, soon enough, my dad ended up starting to pack my room for me so I had to step in. At that point I knew it was happening and I wasn't going to be able to stop it, and now it's moving day, time to drive halfway across the country with my whole life in tow. I refused to help so I was just sitting in the front yard, drawing in the dirt with my fingers, "Hey Curtis," I looked up to the familiar voice,

"Jessica!" I ran over to her and grabbed her and hugged her as tight as I could. As soon as I looked up it was easy to see that we were both crying,

"I can't believe your really leaving!" She looked at me and tears started to fall, "You write to me everyday and when your dad lets you you call me okay?" I nodded yes and hugged her even tighter, she was the main reason I didn't want to leave. I was always a black sheep and had a tough time making friends but me and Jessica were friends since the first grade, and nothing would ever change it.

"Come on Delilah! Let's get going before it gets dark!" My dad called to me from the truck,

I pulled myself apart from Jessica, she patted me on shoulder and asked one last question,

"You remember my number?" I laughed back at her while I was getting in the moving van,

"How could I forget," I shut the door, rolled up my window and said goodbye to my old life for one last time, soon enough, I felt myself beginning to snooze off, and then fall into a deep sleep...

The car ride was bearable, we stopped every now and again so that we could rest and we stopped once for an hour or two at a truck stop so that dad could sleep, it isn't like he could drive the 25 hour drive on one swing, he needed some sleep too. The whole time dad kept acting like he was trying to make it up to me, make me less upset, but nothing was working. For the whole ride I just sat there like a bump on a log, I wouldn't talk, I wouldn't smile, I wouldn't sing along to the radio, nothing. Soon enough I changed the channel and my favorite song, Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppord came on. I know, the song really does mean something VERY inappropriate, but hey, it's a good song.

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on

Livin' like a lover with a radar phone

Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp

Demolition woman, can I be your man?

(be your man)

Hey! Hey!

My dad looked over at me and smiled at me as I held my mouth closed to keep myself from singing.

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light

Television lover, baby, go all night

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah

Hey!

C'mon

I removed my hand to reveal a small smirk playing on my lips. He looked over at me again and turned the volume up even more, and then smiled a huge grin because he knew he was either:

A. Torturing me or

B. Forcing me to be happy,

Take a bottle

Shake it up

Break the bubble

Break it up

I guess I was leaning more towards B because when the chorus exploded through the truck we both started singing along and dancing around in the truck.

(pour some sugar on me)

Ooh, in the name of love

(pour some sugar on me)

C'mon fire me up

(pour your sugar on me)

Oh, I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet

from my head to my feet yeah

Hey! hey! hey! (huh!)

We were laughing and smiling and having a great time. It's moments like this with my dad that I wish we would have all of the time, he just isn't like that though, he's too serious, in his head too much, he doesn't even think sometimes.

Soon enough the song ended and I went back to my log state, dad kept trying to get me to talk but I just refused to, I was too mad at him to even bother trying. It had been about an hour since we had that little bit of fun when I fell asleep again, this time for a lot longer than I suspected I would...

"Delilah, hey, Delilah hunny, wake up and look out your window," I drowsily lifted my head and looked out my window. I was greeted with a large sign with the words, "Welcome To Tulsa!" Were etched in a large black font on the metal sign. I just covered my head with my sweater and let out a loud groan, I just wanted to go back home. Out of nowhere my dad started trying to make conversation with me,

"You do know what that song is about right?" I looked at him with a confused look on my face, the song playing on the radio was some old song, my dad had it set on the oldies station.

"This song? I quite frankly don't even know what the song is!" He seemed happy that he succeeded in getting me to talk.

"No, Pour Some Sugar on Me, it is about..." I covered his mouth with my hand, I was horrified. Wide eyed I responded with,

"DAD! I'm thirteen! Of course I know what it's about!" He just laughed at me and kept on driving. The next song came on and it sounded like some old love song back from the sixties and my dad quickly reached out and changed the channel. I didn't really pat attention. I looked around me and we started off driving through a real fancy area of town. I knew that even though me and my dad were pretty well off there was no way in hell we would be living in this area of the town.

We continued driving through some houses that reminded me of home in the middle of the city and I expected him to stop at one but he just kept on driving. Soon enough we were driving through I neighborhood like the one we lived next to back at home, I had always been too scared to walk through it. I looked into one alleyway and saw a couple of street thugs smoking cigarettes and bullshitting about something. I quickly sank in my seat and my dad just laughed at me,

"No one's going to hurt you Delilah!" I sat up straighter than before and continued looking out the window, we stopped at and old white sided house, it was only one floor except for what looked like and attic,

"Alright, well you kind of have to get out Delilah," He smiled at me and unbuckled my seat belt, leaving me to just get out. I pulled the handle and stepped out of the truck. A couple of guys on the other side of the street made cat calls at me until my dad flipped them off. He ushered me over to the front door and knocked.

I heard a bunch of people scuffling around inside and my dad didn't even wait for and answer, he just walked right in but I stayed on the porch and watched from there,

"Honey, I'm home!" He yelled into the house and someone just came running over,

"Ponyboy!" He picked my father up into the air and then they hugged. This man seemed to be slightly older than my father, He had blonde hair that was greased back, (God I thought that trend ended when rock and roll came along!)

"Hey Soda! I missed you so much! How are you doing?" He smiled at dad,

"Pretty good, everyone else is in the kitchen," Then he looked over at me, "Is this who I think it is? Well I'll be, you've grown so much since I last saw you!" I shifted uncomfortably, I know this guy's my uncle and all but I haven't seen him since I was, what, four? I feel like I don't even know him. He picked me up in a hug and brought me inside.

"So how's Micheal and Shelby Soda?" I knew my dad was referring to my cousin and my aunt, he was about a year younger than me, we used to play when we were little and I lived here, but I don't remember any of them at all.

"Shelby's good, Micheal's gonna be thirteen soon," My dad nodded,

"Well, were going to head over to the house, tell everyone to meet us there to help us unload the stuff." My uncle Soda simply nodded his head and we headed back over to the truck. It was getting dark out and I was dead tired, I didn't care if we were five or twenty minutes away from the house I was falling asleep...