Stumble
Chapter Twenty-One
Disclaimer - I do not own the Outsiders. Or Stumble by Natasha Bedingfield.
– How you stumble round those words –
I was curled up on my bed. I hadn't left my room in nearly a week. I knew Vanessa was worried about me. I hadn't been eating, I hadn't been speaking, I'd barely been moving.
I couldn't believe I'd lost him.
Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. "Go away," I called. I didn't want to see anyone.
My door opened anyway, though. It was Dallas. He slowly came in and closed the door behind him. "Morgan," he said softly. "I'm sorry." I think I'm the first and only person to get a genuine apology out of Dallas Winston. He just stared at me. When I didn't say anything he continued. "I don't even know why I'm here. I mean, I know why I'm here, but I don't think it matters. I could beg for your forgiveness all day and it wouldn't matter. You deserve better than me."
I stood from my bed and continued to stare at him. "You were right Morgan. I am scared. I'm scared that for the first time in my life, something's happening to me that I can't control." I took a step towards him. "But the truth is that I - I - I l- lo..."
His voice trailed off as I put my finger to his lips, silencing him. "I know," I told him. "Me too."
I leaned forwards and our lips met. I lost myself in that kiss. I wanted it to last forever, but -
"Sorry to break up this tender moment," Vanessa's voice said. "But I've got bad news."