DISCLAIMER: I DONOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS
Dalila POV
I stand out on the porch, I don't know what time it is but I don't really care. I finally get to see a sunrise. I always loved how the colors swirled together in perfect harmony. I never could see one in New York though, too many buildings. I hear the front door open then close.
"There you are! Whatcha doin' out here this early hun?" Soda says.
"I always loved sunrises and sunsets. I just could never see one in New York," I reply.
"What's it like?"
"What. Sunrises? 'Cuse you could always look at this one," I chuckle a little.
"No, New York,"
"Oh, I was afraid you'd say that," I feel his arms wrap slowly around my waist.
"Something happened, something bad. Didn't it,"
"It's the reason why Dally is so protective of me,"
"It was that bad huh…" there is a brief moment of silence before one of says anything. Better tell him now than later.
"I was in and out of relationships after the tuffest guy in town asked me out. On the fourth boyfriend, that was where it turned sour. He got me drunk and the next day I woke up in his bed," I feel Soda's head rest on the top of my head, "Then, when me and the folks would fight, I would be gone for days. Once I was gone for a week. Dally found me, begs me to come back and of course I listen. I come home, we would fight some more and the same thing would keep playing over and over again," I feel Soda's hold on me getting tighter, maybe because he could tell I was getting a little more upset than he would want me to, "When he left, I started drinking and smoking more to help deal with the stress. I haven't drank or smoked anything in two weeks. Yeah sure, I get urges to drink and have another weed, but it reminds me too much of what I left behind," there's silence, nothing but silence. We just stand there, me in his grasp standing on the porch watching the sunrise, "What did you think of me the first time you saw me Sodie?"
"What did I think?" he seems I caught him off guard when he says this.
"Yeah, first thing you thought,"
Well, the FIRST thing I noticed was those blue eyes of yours," I smile at his statement, "I also thought you were VERY friendly, but I couldn't take my eyes off of your eyes. I couldn't really read you that well, but all I could tell was that you were trying to hide something, but enough about that. What did YOU think of me,"
"Well, the very first thing I thought was that you looked VERY hot in just jeans," he laughs, "and how you wouldn't stop asking questions. You don't think anyone heard you, but when Two-Bit was almost flirting with me, you said, back off, she's mine,"
"You heard that?"
"Yep," the silence comes back, "I wish I could stay out here the whole day. I love bein' out here,"
"Well, after livin' in a huge crowded city all your life, I bet!" the silence between both of us comes back. Why does that keep happening? I feel him take a deep breath, "Have you ever thought about having children?"
"Well, I-… I don't think I ever had now that you mention it,"
"You know how stupid we were for not usin' a condom?" we both chuckle at his comment.
"Yeah, I guess that was pretty stupid,"
"Well, come one. Lets' go back inside," we walk back inside and notice something that wasn't there when we came out. Two-Bit was sittin' on the couch.
"Hey man," I say, "when did you get here?"
"I came through the back," he says with fist and teeth clenched together.
"What the hell happened, you look really fuckin' pissed,"
"The old damn man," I leave Soda's grasp and walk over to Two-Bit and sit down in a chair in front of him. He looks at me. I look into his eyes.
"He disowned you, didn't he," he has a shocked look on his face.
"How did you…" he looks away from me.
"I've learned how to read people, ESPECIALLY when they're pissed. Two-Bit," he looks back over at me, "There's chocolate cake in the kitchen, I made it myself," he smiles.
"You sure do know how to make a guy happy," he gets up and goes into the kitchen. I turn around to see Soda standing right behind me.
"I sure do, right Soda?" the front door opens before Soda could say something.
"Hey Soda, can I crash here for a-," we both make eye contact and he stops talking. Tim. My grip gets tighter on Soda's hand, "Why is she here,"
"She lives here, as my girlfriend. I would suggest leaving and finding somewhere else to crash Tim," Soda says.
"Where do ya get off talkin' to me like that Curtis," he walks towards us with purpose, I release my grip on Soda and punch Tim which sends him flying. He regains his posture and reveals that I busted his lip open.
"Where do ya get off talkin' to US like that Shepherd," I say. He lunges toward me and I as I pull my blade out, he stops in his tracks, " would suggest you'd leave. Now," he stumbles out of the house.
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Sorry this is like the shortest chapter but this leads into ch8 and ch8 is freakin' INSANE! But thanks for reading if ya did, im getting more views everyday and i would like reviews on this so PWEEEAAAASSSSE review and stuff like that. :)
