WOOOO! UPDATE!
Kso, just to give you a little info on what's going on, I already have an idea of what I'm going to do with this story. If you have any ideas, I'd be glad to take them! I love getting help sometimes. I'm going to be starting a Twilight fic, so if you don't like Twilight...don't read it? I don't know what to tell you. I'm not one of those obsessive fangirls, if that's what you're thinking. I just love the storyline and stuff.
Yeah, that's pretty much it. My Outsiders is a little bit on hold for now because I have no ideas whatsoever for that story. I don't really like the storyline for that one, so I might just stop it and write another 'Ponyboy love story' If you really want me to continue, though, tell me!
Alright if you read this far, you might as well read the rest of the chapter. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase review. I love feedback.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders, OLAY!
Chapter 7
I woke up the next morning in bed with Dally. We hadn't done anything the other night, but Dally had sure tried too. It was Monday, which meant school. After lying in bed and debating whether to go or ditch, I decided to ditch. There was some dumb physics test today anyways. I turned my attention to Dally, who was still asleep.
With an evil grin, I shoved him off the bed.
"What the hell?" He said, waking up once he hit the floor.
"I had to," I laughed.
Dally climbed back in bed and pushed me off my side, grinning at me when I got back up.
I got under the covers, yawning slightly. Dally wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. "I gotta go," He whispered in my ear hesitantly.
"Why?" I pouted, turning to face him.
"I gotta meet up with Sheppard's gang. Settle some stuff out."
I frowned. Settle some stuff out? "I don't want you to get hurt."
"I won't, you know me," Dally said, grinning at me. I rolled my eyes and he pulled me in for a kiss, deepening it quickly.
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"What's this thing?" I asked Sodapop. It was hours after Dally and I had woken up, and I was at the DX.
While sitting on the hood of the car Soda was working on, I examined the tool box carefully.
"That's a wrench," Sodapop said, laughing at me.
"Hey, I knew that." I snorted.
Sodapop slid under the car, holding his hand out. "Pass me the screwdriver?"
I riffled through the box and found what I was looking for. Sighing, I handed it to him. "This is boring."
Sodapop chuckled. "It's called work."
"Well, I don't like it," I said, setting the toolbox next to Soda so I didn't have to help him.
Steve was walking by slowly, wiping the grease off his hands. Hoping to sneak up on him, I stood up on the hood of the car and jumped.
"Steve!" I yelled, landing on his back. He let out a yell, which caused me to laugh.
"Jesus Christ, you scared me!" Steve said, tossing the rag and dropping me off his back while smiling. Sodapop had come out to see what was going on, and even he was grinning.
"Hey!" I said to Steve, then noticed someone walking into the garage and glanced at Sodapop. "Hi, Sandy!"
Sodapop looked up and saw her walking towards him.
"Hiya Sandy," Sodapop said, beaming at his girlfriend.
Steve went back out to the pumps and I walked into the shop, leaving Soda and Sandy some alone time. I found Rex in the shop, lounging in a chair and reading a horse magazine.
"On your break?" I asked him, causing Rex to look up at me.
"Hey!" He said, grinning. Rex was two years older than me. He was nineteen and I was sixteen, turning seventeen in a week. Dally was already seventeen. It was hard to believe we were only teenagers, considering how mature we'd grown.
"What's up?" I asked, sitting on the counter and watching Rex bite into his egg salad sandwich.
"Nothing," He chewed, "Just another day at work."
I nodded, hopping off the counter. "I'm heading home. You need anything?"
Rex shook his head. "No school?"
"There was a test today." I said, flashing him a smile.
Rex just chuckled and I headed into the garage, walking in on a make-out session between Sodapop and Sandy.
"Hey! Quit eating her face and get that car fixed!" I called out, causing them to break apart and Sandy turned red. I laughed, "You've got customers to take care of."
Sodapop chuckled, "I'm on my break."
"Well in that case, I'll be leaving." I said with a smile, stealing Sodapop's sweater off the bench before he could protest. It was cloudy today, and for the first time in a long time, it looked like it would rain.
I pulled it on. It was big on me, and it went down to mid thigh. The sleeves were long too, but that made it comfortable. As I headed down the street, I said my goodbye to Steve and looked up at the sky. It was starting to drizzle.
By the time I got home, it was raining. Not too hard, but enough to get me wet. I stepped inside the house and found Johnny Cade fast asleep on my couch. This didn't surprise me one bit, because he'd slept here before. He once told me that he preferred my couch. It made me feel special.
I sat in the armchair across from him, yawning. His eyes opened slowly, seeing me there for the first time.
"Hey Johnnycake," I said, slumping in the armchair. He sat up, fixing his hair and pulling on his jean jacket.
"Hey Lex," He smiled slightly. "Thanks for the couch."
"No problem, glad you like it." I beamed, and he left. Usually, I would try to keep a conversation going between us, but I just didn't have the effort today. I had gone to bed pretty late.
Dally walked through the door 10 minutes later with only a few cuts on his face."I see you're not dead," I said casually, moving to the couch. Dally sat beside me.
"I'unno, it hurts." I looked up at him; he was smirking. "You might need to kiss it. That might make it feel better." I chuckled and leaned in, pressing my lips to his softly.
Once I pulled away, I gave him a skeptical look. "Better?"
"Well, I think there might be a few bruises over here," He said, running his fingers along his neck. I laughed and shook my head, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Well, if it'll make you feel better, I'll do anything."
He smirked and brought his lips to mine. When I pulled away, I began to kiss down his neck; leaving a small hickey. We had adjusted so that Dally was lying on top of me, kissing me deeply. As my tongue explored his, I began to pull off his shirt, breaking the kiss for a split second so I could throw the shirt to the side. Dally then unbuttoned my shirt, carelessly throwing it with his.
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When I woke up, Dally had his arm around my middle and there was a blanket thrown over the two of us. I managed to turn so I was facing him, seeing he was awake too.
"What are you thinking about?" I whispered. It was my favorite question; I loved seeing what was going on in that mind of his, and he only opened up to me.
"You," he whispered back, giving me a genuine smile.
"Well, I'm glad," I said, bringing my lips to his quickly. When I rolled off the couch, I started to pull on my jeans. Dally did the same.
Instead of pulling on my blouse, I pulled on Dally's shirt. He held up my shirt with raised eyebrows. "I'm supposed to wear this?" he asked, smirking at me.
"You know you have, like, 5 shirts in my closet." I said, smiling at him as I plopped onto the couch. He walked into my room and came out a few minutes later wearing a white shirt with his jacket over it and sat down next to me, slinging an arm around my shoulders.
"You know what?" He said, turning on the TV as I leaned into his chest.
"What?"
"We should do this more often," He smirked, I just rolled my eyes. Believe it or not, I was tired.
I heard a frantic knock on the door and lazily went to open it, yawning as I did so. When I opened it I saw Two-Bit's face covered with worry; not matching his usual grin. I froze.
"What?"
"Johnny got jumped. He's cut up real bad." Two-Bit said, and I heard Dally get up quickly. My eyes widened at the thought of Johnny lying helplessly on the ground.
"Where is he?" I asked quickly.
"At the field."
Without thinking, I ran past Two-Bit and straight towards the field. I cared about Johnny a lot. Not as much as Dally did, but a whole lot. I could hear Dally and Two-Bit driving behind me, but I didn't bother. I was just angry, headed to help Johnny as soon as I could.
When I got to the field out of breath, I found the gang surrounding Johnny's limp body. Sodapop was holding him, and Ponyboy looked like he'd seen a ghost. Johnny looked horrible; all cut up and bruised. He wasn't even talking, I would've sworn he was dead. Anger kept building up inside me. I heard Dally and Two-Bit come up behind me.
"We're gunna find who did this, Johnnycake. Don't you worry…" Dally said, his fists clenched, and boy, did he look mad. By then I couldn't hold it in anymore, and I just exploded.
"How the fuck do you know that? It could've been anyone! Johnny is bleeding all over the place and you're thinking about finding who the hell did this? What about him?" I yelled, pointing at Johnny. Dally and the rest of the gang looked at me with a surprised look; even Ponyboy. I sighed and stood up, turning to blow off some steam.
Someone must've tried to come with me, because I heard Sodapop stop them and say, "Just let her calm down."
I walked around the perimeter of the field, clenching and unclenching my fists. I had no idea what had gotten into me. When I got to the corner of the field where there were a bunch of bushes, I felt something cold go through my side. I guessed it was a blade, because I yelped and grabbed my side; warm wetness covering my hands. My knees buckled under me and I keeled over, falling to the ground. My vision was getting hazy, and I heard a faraway voice calling my name. It seemed to be getting closer, and someone had propped me up against them. I tried to stay conscious, but I had been losing too much blood.
"Lexi!" I heard Steve yell in my ear, bringing me back to consciousness. I groaned and tried to sit up by myself, but I felt too weak.
