Chapter 12
The heavy scent of bacon filled my nose. I fluttered my eyes open to find that Steve had gotten up and was making breakfast. I slowly rose to my feet, following the smell into the dark, dingy, kitchen. I smirked deviously, seeing that he didn't notice me walk in. As quiet as a church mouse, I crept up behind him, and yelled as loudly as I could like Ricky Ricarde, "LUCY I'M HOME!" He immiediatly jumped up straight into the air, flinging one of his golden brown pancakes onto the egg-white celing. Cursing lightly under his breath, he mumbled,
"Damn adi, don't scare me like that." I burst out into a huge fit of laughter, falling on the floor, and feeling tears fall out of my eyes. "Hilarious." He said, I assumed he was originally trying to be stern, but ended with a warm smile.
After a few minutes, I got up off of the floor, still cracking up, and said in between laughs, "Man I got you good. You should've seen the look on your face." He grinned playfully at me, and pointed his index finger at where the pancake had stuck.
"What're we gonna' do about that little problem?" He asked, chuckling quietly. I shrugged my shoulders in response,
"I guess it'll just fall down on its own." I giggled, and he grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me closer to himself, kissing me softly on the lips.
"I guess so," He smiled, then his whole face turned grave, "Dally's gonna' be here soon, I guess ya' should get ready to go." He moved his hands away, and went back to making breakfast almost the instant he said it.
I looked at him for a moment, then slowly walked up the cresking wooden steps. Loking down at myself, I noticed that I hadn't changed out of the ripped muddy, clothes that I'd worn at the fight, and dark crusted mud had dried all over my body and face.
The bedroom door squeaked loudly at me, as I flung it open. Quickly, I skipped over to the grungy, smoke stained dresser, and flung the top drawer open too, seeing onlya pair of high-waisted blue jeans, and a dark blue sweater. I ripped them out, clutching them in my hands, and ran into the bathroom, praying I had time for a shower.
Throwing the blood red shower curtain back, I hopped into the tub, and switched the lever on as hot as it could go, since Steve and I could only afford to pay part of the water heating bill. I smoothed my hair back, as warm soothing drops of water fell against my back. Scrubbing strawberry-mango scented shampoo into my long messy hair, I noticed that the bottom of the tub had turned a milky brown from where all the dirt had run off my body. Quickl, I lathered myself with a bar of Steve's soap and turned off the water, getting out to look for a towel. In front of me, was Dally, wide eyed and mouth gaping.
