Touch of the Sun
Chapter Seven
Vivian
After listening to Elvis and the Beetles I had grown sick of this time. Man the 60's sucked! Well, maybe it was better than the seventies with the talk of world peace and all that frightening things. This music was driving me insane, often my best friend Ari would complain of my dislike of oldies. There was only about two Beetles songs I loved, and Elvis, please don't make me laugh.
I had no idea what time it was, and I hadn't forgotten the events of this night. I just remembered faintly seeing my father drunk, his face distorted so it was ugly and alcohol on his breath. He wasn't a funny drunk like I wish he was, but no he was a mean drunk. If that wasn't quite enough for me, there was the looming thought of Dally in my mind. Sure I feel for bad asses a lot. It was sort of funny the way the sauntered around with this huge ego. It was so easy just to play with their hearts then break it and see their ego get less.
I could still taste his lips sometimes if I thought about it hard, and he was a damn good kisser too. There was something so different about him though. Something so profoundly beautiful about the way he acted. He was hard, so very hard that it seemed impossible to reach him. But then again when he kissed you it was so passionate and so deep that it drew you in.
I guess that's what was so amazing about him, the way he could just stand when others feel on their knees. His strength was admirable and it was so fascinating of how sardonic his humor was and how bitter he seemed. It either would repel you or just make you want to hug him. But not only was it the mixture of his emotions it was how seductive he was when he just smirked at you leaning against something smoking a cigarette.
I wasn't so much for relationships. I never watched chick flicks; in fact I made fun of those movies so much. The girls were always so beautiful and smart and the guys were so handsome and had an amazing smile. The relationship always went to the bed and that was disgusting. I mean, what's wrong in just holding someone and calling that love? My first relationship was with this jock named Christopher (never again) and man was he a flirt. He could be considered "hot" but even one look on his face made me want to throw up.
Then there was my very close friend River, whom I really liked a lot. I even called him "my goth". Well he did love wearing black and he looked really great in black too. He was a bit on the quiet side but when you were in his arms it was just so calming. You could talk all you want to him and things would always seem all right after wards. Just when my father got custody over me, I was going to go out with him and we probably were going to have a relationship but fate had it in for me.
There was nothing after that, sad huh? I wasn't social really, those dances scared me and Valentines day, needless to say I'm still plotting the death of Valentines day and pink.
It did me good to listening to my music, though it was cold, my jacket was warm but I borrowed Dally's jacket just for the comfort of it. Using my headphones (which was the type where you placed it in you're ears and there was no bulky thing making it noticeable). Playing my "Live in Texas" Linkin Park CD I was perfectly content. I was careful to hide it though, listening to "Points of Authority" I thought once again to myself.
Though it probably would've made partial sense to warped into a different time period (not 70's or 80's thank God). If that was the case everything would be fine and dandy, you know, yuppie. But no it had to be in a book. Yeah, you heard me right, a book. "The Outsiders" It had taken me a while to even remember that name. After all I was in 11th grade and hadn't read that for so long. But Ari's little sister had been reading it. I know I had loved Dally from the book, well at least I think so. And it was someplace there in a stack of unused DVDs at home.
So, basically somehow I managed to travel through time, but to a book. But who said this was a horrible thing? I didn't find this quite so horrible, despite the bad taste in music and clothing and everything about this time! I think what I missed most was my anti-depressants. God.I hated these mood swings and severe depression I never missed my bad depression. Needless to say I hid all blades not really wanting to cut myself again.
A cross the street there was a couple fighting in loud screams and yells. Someone has having a drinking party and mindless idiots were letting out loud yells of drunkenness. It was sad to see this kind of situation, and I would be here if my dad hadn't married someone who was more successful than himself.
Glad for the formality of my music I smiled wearily just looking around. I don't know what I really missed from my home or time. I guess it was my friends; of course, I missed my music, my job (I work at Hot Topic, which is a tight place even if it doesn't believe in personal space and smelt like pot). I guess I just missed my life the way it was. But it wouldn't be long till I was able to go back and just go back to the way it was before.
It was about time for the sunrise. The chill was getting to me; I wasn't able to handle the cold it made my ankle hurt so badly even if I had a metal plate there. But I didn't want to go in quite yet, one more Beetles song and I would die.
My thoughts were broken when I heard someone sitting next to me. Looking at Dally, my eyes widened as I quickly tore out the headphones even if he just merely watched me confused and amused.
"What's that thing?" He asked pointing towards the little black and red CD player in my lap then casually wrapped an arm around me smirking roguishly like always.
"It's nothing," I replied calmly as I placed it in my jacket pocket. Looking at him, still not used to him touching me. I knew that he wouldn't stop until he found out what it was. Then I would have to explain.
"Oh really?" He asked raising an eyebrow challenging me as his arm dropped to around my waste. Grinning as he did this he pulled me closer towards him.
"Oh no you don't Dallas Winston," I said covering the CD player by folding my arms over where I hid where I placed it. I couldn't help but shake my head in silent laughter of the way he acted.
"Don't what?" He asked chuckling as he tried once again to reach that pocket, and then just smirked when I tightened my self-hug around the pocket. Dally leaned closer as I could feel his breath on my cheek.
"Don't do this," I said standing up, hearing some commotion in the kitchen. Darry was up, thank God. Man I was so hungry. Heading inside, I knew I ruined Dally's plan to get my CD player. Oh yeah, I was good. Taking off his jacket and mine I threw it roughly on the couch.
"Hey. Get a good night sleep?" Darry asked me as he flipped the egg shaking some salt on it. Nodding towards Dally he grabbed a plate and placed the egg on there. This was Soda's egg, since that was the chronological order.
"Sounds great," I said with a little smile hearing Dally come in through the door. "That smells good," I commented with a smile.
Standing behind me Dally slipped his arms around me. "Yeah and you need all the food you can get, you're so skinny." He teased pulling me close to him so I was leaning against him with his cheek resting against my head.
"Hey, hey, none of that here Dally, you agreed." Darry said in his famous stern voice. Watching him I was still reminded of Raul my older brother. He was strict when he cared for me. But he was great I loved him so much.
"Yeah, yeah," he said holding me for a second before letting go. Sitting down lazily on the couch, he glanced towards the jacket then at me. Smirking some he leaned back casually.
It had been after we were all fed, and Soda had finally came out of his room to eat and do the dishes. After I had eaten I roamed outside and glanced a round longing to hear some good music.
Slipping his arms around me, Dally rested his cheek against my head once again with a little sigh. "When are you going to tell me what that thing was?" He asked.
"Maybe I will if you're a good boy," I said smirking as I voluntary leaned against him enjoying the feel of his arms around me. Looking at him I gave a little chuckle. "If that's even possible."
"You had to say that," he said with a fake pout as he leaned his head down some. "Well if I can't even see that thing. Then can I at least have a kiss?" He asked still pouting.
"You drive a hard bargain," I laughed a little then turned around so I was facing him. Once again fascinated by him. It was so interesting just watching him, he was so complicated but maybe even simplistic.
Dally just smirked for a moment as he just stared at me, smiling some, "God Vivian.I don't deserve you." He breathed as he just smiled at me. He had such an amazing smile.
"Who knows, just maybe you do." I smiled and kissed him gently. "After all everyone can have something that makes their lives better instead of something that makes them feel worst."
Chapter Seven
Vivian
After listening to Elvis and the Beetles I had grown sick of this time. Man the 60's sucked! Well, maybe it was better than the seventies with the talk of world peace and all that frightening things. This music was driving me insane, often my best friend Ari would complain of my dislike of oldies. There was only about two Beetles songs I loved, and Elvis, please don't make me laugh.
I had no idea what time it was, and I hadn't forgotten the events of this night. I just remembered faintly seeing my father drunk, his face distorted so it was ugly and alcohol on his breath. He wasn't a funny drunk like I wish he was, but no he was a mean drunk. If that wasn't quite enough for me, there was the looming thought of Dally in my mind. Sure I feel for bad asses a lot. It was sort of funny the way the sauntered around with this huge ego. It was so easy just to play with their hearts then break it and see their ego get less.
I could still taste his lips sometimes if I thought about it hard, and he was a damn good kisser too. There was something so different about him though. Something so profoundly beautiful about the way he acted. He was hard, so very hard that it seemed impossible to reach him. But then again when he kissed you it was so passionate and so deep that it drew you in.
I guess that's what was so amazing about him, the way he could just stand when others feel on their knees. His strength was admirable and it was so fascinating of how sardonic his humor was and how bitter he seemed. It either would repel you or just make you want to hug him. But not only was it the mixture of his emotions it was how seductive he was when he just smirked at you leaning against something smoking a cigarette.
I wasn't so much for relationships. I never watched chick flicks; in fact I made fun of those movies so much. The girls were always so beautiful and smart and the guys were so handsome and had an amazing smile. The relationship always went to the bed and that was disgusting. I mean, what's wrong in just holding someone and calling that love? My first relationship was with this jock named Christopher (never again) and man was he a flirt. He could be considered "hot" but even one look on his face made me want to throw up.
Then there was my very close friend River, whom I really liked a lot. I even called him "my goth". Well he did love wearing black and he looked really great in black too. He was a bit on the quiet side but when you were in his arms it was just so calming. You could talk all you want to him and things would always seem all right after wards. Just when my father got custody over me, I was going to go out with him and we probably were going to have a relationship but fate had it in for me.
There was nothing after that, sad huh? I wasn't social really, those dances scared me and Valentines day, needless to say I'm still plotting the death of Valentines day and pink.
It did me good to listening to my music, though it was cold, my jacket was warm but I borrowed Dally's jacket just for the comfort of it. Using my headphones (which was the type where you placed it in you're ears and there was no bulky thing making it noticeable). Playing my "Live in Texas" Linkin Park CD I was perfectly content. I was careful to hide it though, listening to "Points of Authority" I thought once again to myself.
Though it probably would've made partial sense to warped into a different time period (not 70's or 80's thank God). If that was the case everything would be fine and dandy, you know, yuppie. But no it had to be in a book. Yeah, you heard me right, a book. "The Outsiders" It had taken me a while to even remember that name. After all I was in 11th grade and hadn't read that for so long. But Ari's little sister had been reading it. I know I had loved Dally from the book, well at least I think so. And it was someplace there in a stack of unused DVDs at home.
So, basically somehow I managed to travel through time, but to a book. But who said this was a horrible thing? I didn't find this quite so horrible, despite the bad taste in music and clothing and everything about this time! I think what I missed most was my anti-depressants. God.I hated these mood swings and severe depression I never missed my bad depression. Needless to say I hid all blades not really wanting to cut myself again.
A cross the street there was a couple fighting in loud screams and yells. Someone has having a drinking party and mindless idiots were letting out loud yells of drunkenness. It was sad to see this kind of situation, and I would be here if my dad hadn't married someone who was more successful than himself.
Glad for the formality of my music I smiled wearily just looking around. I don't know what I really missed from my home or time. I guess it was my friends; of course, I missed my music, my job (I work at Hot Topic, which is a tight place even if it doesn't believe in personal space and smelt like pot). I guess I just missed my life the way it was. But it wouldn't be long till I was able to go back and just go back to the way it was before.
It was about time for the sunrise. The chill was getting to me; I wasn't able to handle the cold it made my ankle hurt so badly even if I had a metal plate there. But I didn't want to go in quite yet, one more Beetles song and I would die.
My thoughts were broken when I heard someone sitting next to me. Looking at Dally, my eyes widened as I quickly tore out the headphones even if he just merely watched me confused and amused.
"What's that thing?" He asked pointing towards the little black and red CD player in my lap then casually wrapped an arm around me smirking roguishly like always.
"It's nothing," I replied calmly as I placed it in my jacket pocket. Looking at him, still not used to him touching me. I knew that he wouldn't stop until he found out what it was. Then I would have to explain.
"Oh really?" He asked raising an eyebrow challenging me as his arm dropped to around my waste. Grinning as he did this he pulled me closer towards him.
"Oh no you don't Dallas Winston," I said covering the CD player by folding my arms over where I hid where I placed it. I couldn't help but shake my head in silent laughter of the way he acted.
"Don't what?" He asked chuckling as he tried once again to reach that pocket, and then just smirked when I tightened my self-hug around the pocket. Dally leaned closer as I could feel his breath on my cheek.
"Don't do this," I said standing up, hearing some commotion in the kitchen. Darry was up, thank God. Man I was so hungry. Heading inside, I knew I ruined Dally's plan to get my CD player. Oh yeah, I was good. Taking off his jacket and mine I threw it roughly on the couch.
"Hey. Get a good night sleep?" Darry asked me as he flipped the egg shaking some salt on it. Nodding towards Dally he grabbed a plate and placed the egg on there. This was Soda's egg, since that was the chronological order.
"Sounds great," I said with a little smile hearing Dally come in through the door. "That smells good," I commented with a smile.
Standing behind me Dally slipped his arms around me. "Yeah and you need all the food you can get, you're so skinny." He teased pulling me close to him so I was leaning against him with his cheek resting against my head.
"Hey, hey, none of that here Dally, you agreed." Darry said in his famous stern voice. Watching him I was still reminded of Raul my older brother. He was strict when he cared for me. But he was great I loved him so much.
"Yeah, yeah," he said holding me for a second before letting go. Sitting down lazily on the couch, he glanced towards the jacket then at me. Smirking some he leaned back casually.
It had been after we were all fed, and Soda had finally came out of his room to eat and do the dishes. After I had eaten I roamed outside and glanced a round longing to hear some good music.
Slipping his arms around me, Dally rested his cheek against my head once again with a little sigh. "When are you going to tell me what that thing was?" He asked.
"Maybe I will if you're a good boy," I said smirking as I voluntary leaned against him enjoying the feel of his arms around me. Looking at him I gave a little chuckle. "If that's even possible."
"You had to say that," he said with a fake pout as he leaned his head down some. "Well if I can't even see that thing. Then can I at least have a kiss?" He asked still pouting.
"You drive a hard bargain," I laughed a little then turned around so I was facing him. Once again fascinated by him. It was so interesting just watching him, he was so complicated but maybe even simplistic.
Dally just smirked for a moment as he just stared at me, smiling some, "God Vivian.I don't deserve you." He breathed as he just smiled at me. He had such an amazing smile.
"Who knows, just maybe you do." I smiled and kissed him gently. "After all everyone can have something that makes their lives better instead of something that makes them feel worst."