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What A Morning & What A Headliner
Tim and I only got a few hours sleep before we were awakened by our son, who was standing up while holding onto his crib bars and giggling. I yawned as I slowly sat up in bed. Tim rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he rolled out of bed. "Guess it's time to feed him, huh?" Tim asked as he walked over to the crib.
"Yea." I got out of bed. "I'll go downstairs and make breakfast, you change him, okay."
"Yea." Tim nodded as he held or son, walking over to the dresser in order to change the smelly diaper. "Clothes for him in the bag?"
"Yep." I told him as I walked down the hall, towards the stairway.
Tim was standing at his dresser; his little boy was laying on a towel on top of the dresser, squirting baby powder on his kid's butt. "So, guess you and mommy are stuck here with me for a while, huh?" He rhetorically asked, placing the bottle of baby powder down on the dresser. "I can't say I'd mind if ya'll do stay for a while."
Baby Tim-E just smiled at his daddy as his daddy finished snapping his diaper on.
"Mommy's making us some food, its smelling good too." Tim smiled at his son as he put a blue outfit on him.
Tim-E just reached out for his daddy, resulting with Tim picking up his son and slightly slinging him over his shoulder. "Let's go get some chow, lil man."
"Wha'cha making, Babydoll?" That husky voice asked me as the owner of it shuffled into the kitchen.
The kitchen might I add was badly decorated. I hated the coloring and the decor of the Shepard's kitchen. It had this horrible wallpaper that was once white but now stained with faded yellow flowers. The cabinets were oak and they were falling apart with some missing knobs. The counters were also oak, with missing knobs as well, with white tile tops that has old stains and what not crusted on it. The appliances were an ugly mustard yellow, really setting off the trashy look of the kitchen.
"Scrambled eggs, he can have some too." I answered as I quickly stirred the eggs with a wooden spoon in the cast iron skillet.
"Make any coffee?" He asked as he made his way over to the kitchen table.
"Mhm, in the pot." I pointed to the stainless steel electric coffee pot on the counter next to the canister of Maxwell House.
"You look cute all domesticized." He smiled as I grabbed some mugs from a cabinet and grabbed the coffee pot.
I quickly poured us both a cup of coffee. We both drank it black so it was easy enough to prepare. "What?" I asked him as I quickly made my way to the table, putting a mug in front of him and the other at a spot near him.
"You know, making breakfast in my shirt in the morning, playing the wifey suits you." He told me as I went back to the area by the sink, remembering that the cabinets above the sink had dishes in them.
"Whatever, Shepard." I rolled my eyes while opening up a cabinet door, causing it to squeak, in search of some plates.
"Oh, come on, Curtis, you know you're getting' old time for ya to land a man and a proper house of your own to keep." Tim chuckled at me while he sat at the table, bouncing the baby up and down on his knee.
I went back to the stove and stirred the eggs once more before turning the stove off. "I'm not old, hell I'll be 17 soon."
"Like I said, you're getting old."
"Well, since you just turned 18 last spring you must be ancient." I retorted as I poured eggs onto the clean plates.
Tim sarcastically pursed his lips while rolling his eyes while remarking to me, "Haha, very funny."
"Tim, just shut up, eat and feed the kid." I snapped at him as I placed a huge plate of eggs, enough for him and out son, in front of him.
I sat down next to him with my own plate, smiling to myself as he obeyed my command. He indeed did shut up and feed our boy some eggs.
The kitchen had black and white checkered tile floors along with white walls and black cabinets that clashed with the blood red appliances. The table was white with steel legs; the chairs were white with red stripes and had steel legs.
Sitting at the table in the clashy kitchen was the semi-hung over party man, tying to sober up with a large mug of coffee, reading the morning paper. He turned his head around whenever heard the shuffle of bare feet entered his kitchen. He looked right at his friend and rodeo rider. He just shook his head and waved his bud over to him.
The icy eyed grease with black and blue bruised ribs just held his throbbing head as he walked over to his friend. He stood next to his friend's chair. "What?"
"This why they came here last night, get your help?" Buck asked Dally as he slapped a paper into his chest.
"Don't know nothing 'bout this shit." Dally said smoothly, tossing the paper aside on the table as he sat down on a chair at the table.
"Liar, this shit has you written all over it." Bucky sipped on his coffee, chuckling since he knew when his friend and room renter was spewing out pure bull.
Tim and I had just finished changing into our clothes and were down settled into the living room. His stepdad was out working while his mother was high and drunk, passed out in her room, while Angela had never returned from her date with Bryon the night before; it was obvious that she had stayed the night. Curly had been caught robbing a liquor store a while ago so he was stuck in a reformatory for the next 6 months. It was a Sunday morning so we had a channel with cartoons turned on for Tim-E. I also watched them while Tim pulled the paper out of the plastic bag it was wrapped in, unfolding it so that he could read it. If anybody would see us they would think that we looked like any ordinary young couple and family on a Sunday morning but that painted picture of us was far from the truth.
"Holy shit…" I heard Tim mutter as he read the front page of the paper, while we were sitting on the couch in the living room with Tim-E playing on the floor.
"What?" I asked him, trying to peek over him and at the paper.
"Look." He pushed the paper in my face, not even telling me what he had seen that had taken him off guard.
As soon as I read the headline Young Man Stabbed To Death By Couple Of Delinquents I read the article, nearly gasping for breath as I read Bob Sheldon, a student at Will Rogers High, was brutally stabbed last night and left dead at the park fountain in the North side of Tulsa. I looked up at Tim and said, "That's that guy I had the bad date with, Bob."
"Keep reading." He urged me on, pointing to the paper.
My heart nearly stopped as I read The two boys suspected of this foul play are Johnny Cade and Ponyboy Curtis, also students at Will Rogers High. Witness say they seen them stab Mr. Sheldon. "Oh no, my fucking God no!" I screamed, throwing the paper down on the coffee table.
"Expect a call from Darry soon…" Tim sighed, running a hand through his greasy and wild dark hair, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
I shook my head; my hands were trembling now with fear, as I said while in a state of newfound shock, "This can't be happening, they wouldn't hurt anybody, they don't got it in them."
"Babydoll, everyone's got it in them." He told me flatly. "Some just find out they got it sooner than others and in our neighborhood you're bound to find it."
"This is all Darry's fault, if he never would've hit Pony…"
"So what, some Soc is dead; not like it's the end of the world." Tim picked up the paper from the coffee table, turning to the inside of it to read another story.
"But, it is Tim; to them it is." I sighed, knowing that the Socs would be out for blood, most likely the blood of anyone connected to my brother and my friend.
Looming feelings of darkness and despair flowed freely through the usually happy Curtis house. The house that the neighborhood views as perfect with the perfect family, the perfect family that indeed wasn't as perfect as they outwardly portrayed behind closed doors. The family that had hidden angst and turmoil that had dangerously exploded merely a few hours before was now separated, separated all by the eldest brother and guardians doings. The doings that he felt guilt for, especially after that damned headliner in the morning paper.
"What the hell have I done?" Darry cried out in pain as his hand clutched onto the paper in his hand, crumbling it badly.
"You didn't know, it was an accident, maybe they had to do it cause they got jumped, don't blame yourself." Soda, always the overly sensitive male of the Curtis clan, quickly comforted his brother with a quick string of words.
"But it's just not Pony that's gone, Shiloh left too." Darry's eyes looked sad and empty as his gaze darted to the door. Regret was evident in his voice as he soon realized he was at fault for the loss of his younger siblings.
"You know she ran to Tim…just call her up…I'm sure she'd just as shocked as us about Pony and Johnny." Soda pointed towards the phone that was on the end table right next to Darry before getting up and making his way towards the bathroom in order to take a shower.
Darry sighed and studied the phone for about 5 minutes before picking it up and turning the number dial with a shaky hand. Holding the phone to his ear he waited, hearing the ringing of the phone, waited for an answer.
When the phone stopped ringing he was greeted with, "Figured you'd call for her after reading the headline news."
"Tim, I'm not in the mood for you, put her on the phone." Darry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose since the eldest Shepard always managed to bring on migraines.
In a couple of seconds Darry heard Tim say, "It's Darrel." He also heard the voice of is sister say, "I don't want to talk to him, it's his fault that Pony and Johnny are fucking killers hiding somewhere! Tell him I'm too busy that I'll call him back later."
A minute or so later Darry heard Tim make a small cough. "Darrel, Shy's uh busy trying to feed Tim-E but I'll make sure she calls ya later. A'ight?"
Darry knew that Tim was lying, he had after all overheard Tim and his sister's talk about not wanting to talk to him. "Thanks Tim." Darry hung up the phone and slammed it back down on the table next to him.
He had truly just lost both of his siblings all at once.
Alright, now how many of you liked the ending. Hehe nice to see Tim & Shy doing something normal with their kid, right? Don't worry you'll get to see gang banger Tim too, sooner or later...maybe sooner...who knows lol... Anyways keep those reviews coming.