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After being introduced to the guys, I sat next to Dally so we could catch up a bit.
"So Dally, when did you move to Tulsa? Last time I saw you was on Christmas when you were eight," I stated. He sat back in the couch and pulled out a smoke then lit it.
"Ma and Dad been treatin' me like shit. I left and ended up here," I could tell he wasn't much for talking.
He never really was, even when he was younger. He would just sit with a hard look on his face, always glaring at people. But him and I were always best friends. There was no doubt about it. I remember when he used to always have a smile on his face. He was about six and I was four.
We would always play the little kid games together like tag and hide n seek, but the best memory was at my house for Thanksgiving.
"Catch me if you can!" I shouted while running through the house.
Sprinting as fast as a four year old could, I ran into the dining room to see the parents setting up the food. I stopped right in my tracks to see the delicious apple pie just in the kitchen. My mom had just taken it out of the oven. I was broken out of my thoughts by someone bumping into me.
"Tag! You're it!" Yelled Dally as he ran from me. He got on all fours and crawled under the table. Following him, I bumped my head on the table when I went to stand up.
"Ouch!" A voice screamed muffled.
I held onto my head as I crawled out from under the table and right in front of me was a body with a chicken body for a head. Scared, I took the rolling pin I saw next to me and bopped it on the head.
"Monstew! Monstew!" I yelled while hitting it over and over only for it to grab the pin and pull its head off revealing Dally. "Hehe, sowwy Dally!" I said with an innocent smile on my face. As I was batting my eyelashes, I felt something gooey being slapped on my face. I opened my eyes to see Dally with a handful of stuffing in his hand with his classic smirk on his face.
"Payback!" He said proudly.
"Oh, it's on!" I shouted while picking up the bowl of mash potatoes and running around the table after him, both of us laughing with huge grins on our faces.
"Shit Dal, I'm sorry," I said reminiscing the times I've heard his parents yelling at him for stupid things. I guess it lead up to worse. I placed my hand on on his shoulder as he took a drag from his cig.
"I don't need no babying Max," He said while removing my hand from his body.
We sat in silence for a couple minutes while the boys watched Mickey Mouse. Looking down at Steve who was sitting next to Two-Bit on the floor, I studied him. His hair was perfectly greased back and no where in his face, unlike most of the other boys. His cheekbones weren't defined like Dal's, but they were perfect. They gave him a sexy complexion, but a tuff one. Every Time I looked at him, I could feel the way he caressed my back, such a gentle touch, I couldn't resist.
Catching myself while I pictured that night in my head, I thought about the reason I was here in the first place; because of grandma. Maybe I should tell Dal. He was never as close with her as me, but she would always calm him down after my aunt and uncle would yell at him.
"Gran's in the hospital," I said abruptly. Glancing at Dally, I saw he only barely paused, barely enough to notice then continued smoking cooley. "Didn't you hear me?" I asked again.
"Yeah I heard ya," He said while watching the TV.
"Don't you care at all?" I asked dumbfounded that he seems like he doesn't give a rats ass that she almost died.
Silence. That's all. No response.
Before I could answer him, I felt myself being pulled off the couch and into a different room. Seeing the toilet, I knew it was the bathroom. Before we entered Soda yelled to Pony to get me some clothes. I guess that would be right because Soda is a good eight inches taller than me; yeah I was really short.
As we entered the bathroom, Soda pulled a towel out of the closet and brought it to me, setting it down on the counter. "Okay, you can take a shower in here. I'll get you some clothes when you come out. Anythin' else ya need?" Soda asked me sweetly. Shaking my head, Soda turned on the shower for me. "I'll be around the house. Jus' holler for me when you're done," He said.
He turned to walk out, but before he could get out the door, I grabbed his arm and pulled him into a huge hug. "Thank you Soda, for everything," I said with a smile.
"Oh course," He said pulling away and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, putting a small smile on my face.
Once he left, I locked the door and began to strip down. I looked into the mirror to see how bad off I looked. My face had lost just about all its color. My eyeliner and mascara were completely gone, and I looked a bit skinnier because I hadn't eaten since I got to the hospital. I didn't look ugly, but not gorgeous either. So in other words, I looked me.
I got in the shower and closed the curtain dousing my body in the warm. It felt great to finally be taking a shower for the first time in days. I felt dirty and disgusting in the clothes I was wearing because they were the ones I worked out in meaning they were all sweaty and smelled.
As the water filled up the space, drenching my long dirty blonde hair in it, I noticed it wasn't as warm as the water at my house. I guess the warmer water at my house was one of the perks of being 'middle class'; neither greaser nor socs.
I washed my hair quickly and once I finished, I turned the water off and grabbed the towel Soda set down on the counter to dry myself off with. After drying off, I wrapped the towel tightly around my body just above my chest, being able to hide everything.
Opening the door, I peered out to see nobody in the house. Staying quiet, I could very faintly hear voices from what my guess was from outside. I waited a couple minutes, but it didn't seem like they would be coming anytime soon.
Shit.
I was stuck in a towel, in a house full of boys with no clothes. Great. Just lovely. So, I did what any girl who was stuck in a house of boys would do, I walked to the door to see all seven boys talking to another greaser with a couple guys behind him.
The man had hair greased back exactly like Two-Bit's, but unlike the rest of the boys, he had dark eyes with bags underneath them. He wasn't a very tall man like the rest of the boys, but his upper body was built, giving off the illusion he could pack a punch.
Well, now what was I supposed to do? They looked like they were having a very heated conversation. I stood in the doorway waiting a couple more seconds seeing if anyone would notice me, but no one did. Going against my conscience, I walked outside in nothing, but the damn towel. Within seconds the strange man who stood talking to the boys, looked me up and down while licking his lips.
"Well boys, I see you got yourselves a new toy. And my is she a beauty," Spoke the strange man. I felt a blush come to my face seeing as I'm not called that very often.
Folding my arms, I tried to hide my breasts more. Since my being there had been pointed out, all the boys in the yard looked me up and down, most bug eyed. Only Darry and Dally seemed to be the bigger men and didn't do that, thank god. All I knew was I felt completely invaded.
"Keep your eyes off of her Tim. She ain't here for lookin'!" Dally shouted at the man who I guess is Tim.
"Or what Winston? Since when you give a fuck 'bout them damn broads?" He chuckled and looked at the men behind him while they laughed at me too. Well geez, why don't you just tell us you rape girls in your free time, why don't ya?
"Excuse me Tim," I said saying his name, dripping with disgust. "I ain't no one's toy. Understand that? People that use women are disgusting scumbacks. Got that hood?" I said marching up to him, not backing down. Shock covered his face.
I could hear someone in his gang mumble "damn she got him" making Tim snap at him. "Shut it Brad!" He yelled. "Now looky here missy, you ain't ever goin speak to me like that. Got it?" He said taking a step towards me, glaring at me.
"Shove it," I said as I turned around and began walking away.
Merely a second later, I heard yelling and shouting. Turning back around, I saw Dally being tackled to the ground, Steve being held back by Tim's gang and Soda standing his ground in front of me with Tim in his face. Tim pounced at me, but Soda shoved him back.
"You got some girl on your hands Curtis. You better keep her mouth shut, or I'll have to shut it up myself," He said continuing to give me the most evil glare imaginable, but that didn't scare me one bit. Glaring right back, I watched him and his gang retreat, but I had one more thing up my sleeve.
"Hey Tim!" I shouted. He turned around with hard eyes. Lifting my hand in the air, I flipped him the birdy with a loud and proud smile covering my face. His gang began laughing and I thought at any moment steam would start to come out of Tim's ears.
"Leave,"I heard Dally say as Tim walked back up to me, but was stopped by Dally. Looking back at me one last time, he walked away.
A few minutes later, I began to speak. "Now that's more like it. Soda, can you get me some clothes now?" I asked. He turned around with an astonished look on his face. It's like no one has ever said that to Tim before. I don't know his reputation around here, but it didn't scare me.
So watcha think?!