For The Love of a Greaser
Chapter 51
I'm Gonna Kill You!
I let out a yawn as I laid there, eyes still closed as I curled up against the warmth beside me just a bit more, a faint chill running through me as cold air met the metal upon my finger. That's when I remembered the events from the previous night, a smile pulling onto my lips.
"Mmm…Darry," I murmured, snuggling against him as his arms curled tighter around me, the sound of his heart beating nearly lulling me back to sleep.
"Cold?" he asked, a smile pulling at his lips as he peeled his eyes open to glance at me.
"Nope, not with you by my side," I smiled, rubbing my cheek against the plaid material that covered his chest.
I could feel him bite back a laugh at this as he laid there for a moment more, his fingers trailing lightly over the skin of my bad arm, gently soothing the dull throb that resided there.
"That feels nice," I whispered, letting out a small breath of air into the morning as he continued his ministrations, slowly sliding his thumb against my skin.
"I love you," he said softly, his hand sliding up to touch the side of my head, my lips twitching a bit.
"I love you too," I replied, leaning forward slightly to place a kiss upon his lips, his hand moving to the back of my head in order to keep me there for a moment.
"You know," he started, pulling back for a moment. "We've still got a few hours before we have to head back if you'd like?" he offered, propping himself up on his elbow as he locked eyes with me.
"I'd like that," I nodded, leaning forward and kissing him again, his hand snaking behind me to press lightly against my back.
He then moved me so that I was laying down on my back, hovering over me with an affectionate look in his eyes.
I swear, I'd never grow tired of seeing that look. That's what I thought as he allowed his hand to stroke my cheek, our lips meeting in another sweet kiss as I allowed my fingers to burrow their way through his smooth dark locks.
"You know, I'm gonna have to change out of these clothes soon," I told him, the dampness of them making the fabric stick to my skin.
"Yeah, I know," he nodded, pressing another kiss to my lips, his hair strung limp and misshapen in my hand.
I let my other hand slide down the back of his collar, my fingers brushing the warm skin between his shoulder blades.
"That tickles a bit," he murmured lightly, making me grin.
"Really now?" I asked, humoring him a bit.
"Mmhm," he nodded, digging his fingers into the grass beside me.
"Seriously though, I need to change," I finally said after a moment, a faint groan escaping his lips as a result since he didn't feel like moving at the moment.
"Alright," he sighed, carefully pulling me up with him as he stood, leading me over to the truck.
I then watched as he dug through the bag in the seat, pulling some clothes out. Upon leaving, we figured it'd just be easier to put our stuff in one bag, that way it would take up less space.
"Here you go," he said, pulling an old button up shirt of his from that bag that he'd been letting me use.
It was so much easier wearing something like this because it was easier to put on compared to a regular shirt that you had to slip over your head. They also made it easier to dress myself. Granted, I still needed Darry's help because the muscles in my arm weren't worth crap at the moment.
"Close your eyes," I told him, turning around and pulling at the buttons.
After a minute, I managed to work them all loose, placing the damp shirt over the edge of the truck. I then pulled the new one on, trying to fiddle with the buttons, but managed to fail miserably.
"Alright," I sighed, turning toward him. "I need your help," I told him, moving toward him and taking his hand in mine.
I made sure that I kept the shirt closed though, allowing him to open his eyes. Doing this made things a lot easier on him.
"I beat you can't wait til you can do this on your own again," he commented, offering me a friendly smile.
I merely shrugged at his comment, looking down to watch as he buttoned the shirt for me.
"I don't exactly mind," I said honestly, watching as he did the last few buttons, before taking hold of my hands.
"I said I'd always be here to help you and I meant it," he said, a gentle smile on his face.
"And I you," I told him, pulling my hands free to tug the buttons loose from their clasped position on his shirt, eventually revealing his toned chest.
He merely laughed, pulling me to him as he stood there, his chest pressing against mine for a moment.
"You never cease to amazing me," he said, pulling back to take his shirt off the rest of the way, before placing it beside the one I'd laid on the rail of the truck.
He then turned and pulled a shirt of his own from the bag, shrugging it on, before moving to button it. I stopped him though, taking hold of it myself as I attempted to do a button. We both knew that it was useless though, but I still tried nonetheless.
"You never stop trying, do you?" he asked softly, placing his fingers beneath my chin.
"Nope," I said, shaking my head like a child, earning a chuckle in return.
"You really are something else," he told me, leaning down and capturing my lips with his.
"You love doing that, don't you?" I breathed.
"Don't you know it," he chuckled lightly, before running his hand over my head affectionately.
"If I didn't know better, I might mistake you for Dallas some times," I joked, reaching passed him and grabbing a pair of jeans.
I then walked over to the other side of the truck, stripping the old ones off, before tugging the new ones on.
"Why does everything have to have buttons!" I cried.
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"So, how are we going to do this?" I asked, holding Darry's right hand in my left one as he drove, headed back home.
We had decided that we would head back a bit early since the pain in my arm was starting to flare up again.
"What do you mean?" he asked, glancing over at me for a moment, before turning his eyes back to the road in front of him.
"How are we going to break it to the gang?" I asked, restating things for him.
"Well," he started, inhaling for a moment, before letting it back out. "I guess we'll just have to be up front with them and see what happens," he told me, not completely sure his own self.
"Let's just hope that Dal's not there," I sighed, feeling that I needed my own time with the guy to talk things through.
I mean, it's not like there was a problem between us. It's just that with Dallas, the two of us needed our own time together to sort things out and iron out the kinks. It'd be the only way I could get a real answer out of him on things at times.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's bad enough that Two-Bit has to pick at us. The last thing I need is to have Dallas in on it too," he told me, his hand gliding over the stirring wheel as he turned, the gravity of the car pulling me to the right.
"I don't think Dally would be that bad," I tried, giving his hand a small squeeze as I sat there, my head leaned back as I stared out the window.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to find out for ourselves then, won't we?" he asked.
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Shouts echoed around the Curtis house as Two-Bit and Ponyboy messed around, wrestling with each other upon the carpet in the living room.
"Come on, guys, stop it already!" Eden yelled, moving out of the way as the two boys rolled into the coffee table. "Soda, save me!"
"Not until he gives up!" Two-Bit exclaimed, holding Ponyboy in a headlock.
"Don't you two ever stop?" Soda asked, sitting at the dining table with Steve as they tried to play a game of poker.
Granted, they were putting pretzels on the table instead of cash, but that was beside the point. The main thing was that it gave them something to do while trying to stay out of trouble. It was also where Johnny was as well, making sure to keep his distance from the wrestling maniacs that currently inhabited the living room floor.
"Guys, come on," Johnny tried, rolling away from the table a couple inches as they hurtled into it, knocking a cup of milk onto Steve's lap.
"That's it!" Steve yelled, tossing his cards down and jumping Pony and Two-Bit, all three of them fighting on the floor now.
"It never ends," Soda sighed, placing his cards on the table with one hand, while the other to residence beneath his chin in support.
"You're dead Matthews!" Steve yelled, rolling into the side of the couch, the sound of an engine shutting down missing his ears completely as he made to jump on Two-Bit's back.
"Would you two stop it!" Eden yelled, climbing up onto Darry's armchair to get away from the two.
"Not a chance!" Steve hissed, locking his arm around Two-Bit's throat in a chokehold, sending the boy to the ground with a thud.
"D-damnit! G-get off!" Two-Bit choked out, jabbing Steve in the stomach with his elbow.
It did little good though as he turned to launch his back into the coffee table, knocking the wind out of Steve with a groan.
"Steve, buddy, maybe you should quit?" Soda suggested, watching the two lazily from his spot at the table.
"Not a chance!" Steve called back, tossing a beer can his way.
"Hey!" Soda exclaimed, falling backwards out of his seat in an attempt to dodge it, the sound of the chair clattering to the floor echoing through the house.
"What's going on in here?"
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Everything in the house seemed to stop as Darry spoke up, catching everyone's attention. To be honest, I was actually surprised that it had made a dent in the commotion that seemed to currently be plaguing the household.
"Darry, you're back!" Soda grinned, pulling himself up off of the floor, before running forward and hugging his older brother. "So, how'd it go man?" he asked.
"Um, Soda, why don't we step outside?" Darry suggested, leading his kid brother to the door.
This left me standing there like a fish out of water, everyone staring at me with slightly wide eyes. That soon went away though as Johnny made his way toward me, a smile on his tanned face.
"Hey, Abs," he smiled, eyes lighting up as he was happy to see me.
"Hey, Johnny, how ya been?" I asked, carefully stepping over Steve and Two-Bit who laid on the floor now trying to choke each other again. "Dare I ask what's going on?"
"Eh, not really," Ponyboy piped up, pushing himself up from the floor.
"Where's Sparky?" I asked suddenly, looking around trying to find the absent Shepard.
Right after I opened my mouth though, Soda whistled, the sound of paws running around upstairs meeting my ears.
"Uh-oh," I breathed, bracing myself as Sparky came running down the stairs and jumped on me, sending me to the floor in seconds.
"Damnit, Soda," I hissed, gritting my teeth as Sparky kept me planted on the floor, his paws pressing into my stomach.
"Soda!" I heard Darry scowl, his feet quickly making their way back inside and over to Sparky, quickly pulling him up and off of me.
"Damn that hurt," I groaned, unscrewing my eyes in order to look up at Darry. "Next time you do that, your butt's mine," I said, turning my eyes to look at a not so innocent Soda.
"Hehe, sorry Abby," he chuckled.
"Sorry my rear end," I muttering, pulling myself up with Darry's help.
"You need to be more careful next time Soda. Remember, she's got surgery tomorrow," Darry reminded, making his face fall.
"Sorry Abby," Soda sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Don't worry about it kid," I told him, carefully going and sitting down in Darry's chair which had previously been occupied by Eden.
Unfortunately, this seemed to do little in deterring Steve and Two-Bit's little squabble.
"What is wrong with you two?" I asked, looking their way as they continued to roll around on the floor.
They didn't even bother answering, not until Darry had a foot pressed into one of their backs.
"Hey, get off Superdope!" Steve groaned, trying to shove him off.
"Dog pile!" Two-Bit suddenly cried out, before bombarding Darry, Steve and Soda soon joining it.
"Dang it you guys!" Darry yelled, falling down to the ground with the three on top of him. "Get off!"
"Revenge!" Two-Bit cried out dramatically, before messing up Darry's hair.
"Guys, get off," I sighed, getting up from my seat and moving forward to grab the back of Two-Bit shirt with my good hand.
Unfortunately, that proved to be a mistake as Two-Bit grabbed me in a headlock a moment later.
"Get off!" I screamed, clawing at the bare skin of his arm.
He merely snickered though, keeping his hold on me, until he had me on the ground like Darry.
"And to think, we were worried about Dally," I groaned, reaching behind me and elbowing Two-Bit sharply in the gut before swatting him, my ring nearly scratching him.
"Whoa, whoa, hold up! What's this?" he asked, eyes catching hold of my hand.
"Hey, take it easy," I told him, trying to pull away, but he kept a good hold on my arm while the other went around my waist to keep me still.
"Hey, guys, get a load of this!" Two-Bit howled, catching everyone's attention.
I swear, after this, I was so going to smack this kid in the back of the head.
"She's got a rock on her finger," he laughed, before hugging me tightly, his cheek rubbing against mine.
"Would you stop it!" I cried, trying to push him off.
"So tell me, does this mean you guys did the dirty then?" he asked, making my face go red.
"Two-Bit!" both Darry and I yelled in unison, both itching to get at him for such a vulgar question.
"Come on, you can tell ole Two-Bit. I mean, was he good?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at his own joke.
"I should smack you right now," I said in irritation, glaring at him.
"Seriously though, you guys really do it?" Steve asked.
"Randle!" I nearly screamed, ready to go after the kid as the others laughed.
"Hey, must have been good if you got a ring out of it," he joked, making my eyes go wide.
"I'm gonna kill you!" I yelled, running after him as he sprinted out of the house. "Get back here!" I yelled, nearly tripping over my feet.
Finally, the long awaited chapter 51! I really hope that everyone liked it. I also apologize for taking so long in updating. College has been keeping me busy, but luckily, got got some inspiration today. In fact, if you listen to the song These Old Wings by Anna Nalick, then you'll know where I got the feeling from. It's time to fly! Anyway, please let me know what you think? Also, ideas are always welcomed. And remember, you do NOT have to have an ACCOUNT to REVIEW. So REVIEW and MESSAGE me people. I want to see some reviews before I post the next one and I've already got part of the next one written, so REVIEW PEOPLE! Thanks everyone!
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