Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait! Here's the next chapter, though.
I'm definitely going to go through and finish this story; I have it all
planned out already. Whoo-hoo. Next, I'd like to write a fanfiction about
'Taming the Star Runner' or maybe 'That was Then, This is Now.' You don't
care. On with the chapter.
WAIT! One more thing! I lost my lucky pinwheel thing. So if anyone sees it, please return it! It's yellow and orange and it has a green handle. Thanks.
WAIT! One last thing! Thank you to Mad Molly, zevie, fritzi zenetti, Starstruck, CrazeLilDreamer, BsBcHiCk, and Jackie Goody (Weezer rawks!) who have read recently. I hope you haven't forgotten about the story 'cuz I haven't updated in so long. but here's the next chapter. For real this time.
Kay leaned forward over the front-middle seat to look at the clock in the car. The digital brown-and-beige numbers read 3:34. Kay sat back down as Darry was turning into an empty area of grass next to the park. Soda was looking at her, but he quickly turned his head and looked out the window.
"Hey, isn't that your brother, Kay?" Soda said, pointing to a boy sitting on the park bench next to some boys neither Kay nor Soda knew. Kay raised and eyebrow and hopped out of the car, practically crawling over Soda to get out. She trotted over to her brother and punched his shoulder playfully.
"Hey, Carver. What's up? Aren't you s'pose ta' be at home?" she asked him.
A look of mock-innocence flashed in Carver's expression. 'Naw, I'm hangin' here with my new buddies. This is Mark, Bryon, and that hermit over there on the bench is Dallas."
Kay raised and eyebrow at Dally off on a bench looking furiously at some papers. She pretended she didn't know him. Something was up with Carver.
"You never do anything Mom and Dad tell you not to. What's the deal, did you suck up or something? You were grounded, last time I checked." Kay eyed him suspiciously.
Carver glanced at Kay and muttered, "Yeah, well they aren't home..." Kay stared at him. Her mouth fell open. She eyed him, looked for clues that may have meant he was lying. But why would he lie?
"You mean to tell me you snuck away from the house, you, Perfect Carver, disobeyed mom's instructions to watch me and stay home, you, you went out with your friends, you took advantage of mom and dad leaving you and trusting you?"
"Yeah, sorta."
"Way to go, Carver!" Kay squealed, wrapping her brother in the biggest bear hug possible with her small frame. Carver grunted and pushed her off.
"Kay, if mom or dad find out about this, you're dead. Get it? Dead. And remember, I'm suppose to be baby-sitting you, so if you get hurt at all." Carver trailed off. Kay nodded and smiled. Right then, Carver was her favorite big brother. Her only big brother, true, but still her favorite. She though of it this way: Carver was bending the rules for them both. They were both suppose to stay home and, accordingly, out of trouble, but now they could have fun for... as long as the parental units were gone...
"Hey Carver? How long are mom and dad gone for? And where'd they go?" Kay asked. She thought of her parents. Her tall, lean father with dirty blonde hair and a farmer's tan, and her favoring, over-protective mother who always left Carver to watch her. Carver was, after all, a high-school graduate, taking a break from school for one year before going off to college the next year. Kay was only the baby, the 11th grader, the irresponsible one. That wasn't far from the truth at all.
"They'll be gone for two weeks, I think. They would have told you themselves, but you never came home last night. Man, you really had them pissed this time, Kay. Good thing for you it was some urgent business trip, or they would have cancelled it to stay home and tan your hide. I'm not even going to ask where you went."
"M'kay, thanks, luv ya, see ya later!" Kay smiled innocently and walked over to Dally, whistling the tune to "May."
"Dallas! What brings you here? I thought you had somewhere to be." Kay said.
Dallas glanced up from the small pile of papers scattered in his hand and his lap, and some on the ground. "I've already been somewhere important. Leave me alone."
Kay ignored his annoyed tone, which is not something most people would do. "Where was that?" she forwardly asked.
"None of your business."
"What are those papers ya got there?" Kay asked, peering over the edge of the stack. Kay bit her cheek and raised an eyebrow; she recognized these papers. They were legal papers that people had to fill out if they wanted to buy a house. Kay read the first paper. It asked basic information, like 'Name,' 'Date of Birth,' 'Social Security Number,' and things like that. She scanned the rest of the page. He had marked that he didn't have a job, he had never lived and/or rented his own property before and several other things that Kay knew weren't going to help him if he wanted to buy a house.
A little more serious now, Kay leant over to Dally and asked what he was doing. "Dallas, you have a house. Why are you going through all this legal shit?"
Dally looked slowly up at her. Kay recognized the look behind his face, the fed-up one that had made the final decision to move out, the one that said finally and most truly that there were major problems at home. Seeing that Kay understood, Dally looked back down to the papers without saying anything else.
"Dally, why don't you come over to my house later, I've done all this shit before and I could help you out." Kay asked in a genuinely concerned voice. Seeing Dally's blank look at her invite, she added, "Besides, you look like you haven't eaten a decent meal or bathed properly in about a week."
This one made Dally smile. "Actually, about a month. Okay, I'll stop by later."
"Come by now."
Dally paused for a moment. He nodded. Kay smiled and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the park and toward her now parent-less home down the block.
WAIT! One more thing! I lost my lucky pinwheel thing. So if anyone sees it, please return it! It's yellow and orange and it has a green handle. Thanks.
WAIT! One last thing! Thank you to Mad Molly, zevie, fritzi zenetti, Starstruck, CrazeLilDreamer, BsBcHiCk, and Jackie Goody (Weezer rawks!) who have read recently. I hope you haven't forgotten about the story 'cuz I haven't updated in so long. but here's the next chapter. For real this time.
Kay leaned forward over the front-middle seat to look at the clock in the car. The digital brown-and-beige numbers read 3:34. Kay sat back down as Darry was turning into an empty area of grass next to the park. Soda was looking at her, but he quickly turned his head and looked out the window.
"Hey, isn't that your brother, Kay?" Soda said, pointing to a boy sitting on the park bench next to some boys neither Kay nor Soda knew. Kay raised and eyebrow and hopped out of the car, practically crawling over Soda to get out. She trotted over to her brother and punched his shoulder playfully.
"Hey, Carver. What's up? Aren't you s'pose ta' be at home?" she asked him.
A look of mock-innocence flashed in Carver's expression. 'Naw, I'm hangin' here with my new buddies. This is Mark, Bryon, and that hermit over there on the bench is Dallas."
Kay raised and eyebrow at Dally off on a bench looking furiously at some papers. She pretended she didn't know him. Something was up with Carver.
"You never do anything Mom and Dad tell you not to. What's the deal, did you suck up or something? You were grounded, last time I checked." Kay eyed him suspiciously.
Carver glanced at Kay and muttered, "Yeah, well they aren't home..." Kay stared at him. Her mouth fell open. She eyed him, looked for clues that may have meant he was lying. But why would he lie?
"You mean to tell me you snuck away from the house, you, Perfect Carver, disobeyed mom's instructions to watch me and stay home, you, you went out with your friends, you took advantage of mom and dad leaving you and trusting you?"
"Yeah, sorta."
"Way to go, Carver!" Kay squealed, wrapping her brother in the biggest bear hug possible with her small frame. Carver grunted and pushed her off.
"Kay, if mom or dad find out about this, you're dead. Get it? Dead. And remember, I'm suppose to be baby-sitting you, so if you get hurt at all." Carver trailed off. Kay nodded and smiled. Right then, Carver was her favorite big brother. Her only big brother, true, but still her favorite. She though of it this way: Carver was bending the rules for them both. They were both suppose to stay home and, accordingly, out of trouble, but now they could have fun for... as long as the parental units were gone...
"Hey Carver? How long are mom and dad gone for? And where'd they go?" Kay asked. She thought of her parents. Her tall, lean father with dirty blonde hair and a farmer's tan, and her favoring, over-protective mother who always left Carver to watch her. Carver was, after all, a high-school graduate, taking a break from school for one year before going off to college the next year. Kay was only the baby, the 11th grader, the irresponsible one. That wasn't far from the truth at all.
"They'll be gone for two weeks, I think. They would have told you themselves, but you never came home last night. Man, you really had them pissed this time, Kay. Good thing for you it was some urgent business trip, or they would have cancelled it to stay home and tan your hide. I'm not even going to ask where you went."
"M'kay, thanks, luv ya, see ya later!" Kay smiled innocently and walked over to Dally, whistling the tune to "May."
"Dallas! What brings you here? I thought you had somewhere to be." Kay said.
Dallas glanced up from the small pile of papers scattered in his hand and his lap, and some on the ground. "I've already been somewhere important. Leave me alone."
Kay ignored his annoyed tone, which is not something most people would do. "Where was that?" she forwardly asked.
"None of your business."
"What are those papers ya got there?" Kay asked, peering over the edge of the stack. Kay bit her cheek and raised an eyebrow; she recognized these papers. They were legal papers that people had to fill out if they wanted to buy a house. Kay read the first paper. It asked basic information, like 'Name,' 'Date of Birth,' 'Social Security Number,' and things like that. She scanned the rest of the page. He had marked that he didn't have a job, he had never lived and/or rented his own property before and several other things that Kay knew weren't going to help him if he wanted to buy a house.
A little more serious now, Kay leant over to Dally and asked what he was doing. "Dallas, you have a house. Why are you going through all this legal shit?"
Dally looked slowly up at her. Kay recognized the look behind his face, the fed-up one that had made the final decision to move out, the one that said finally and most truly that there were major problems at home. Seeing that Kay understood, Dally looked back down to the papers without saying anything else.
"Dally, why don't you come over to my house later, I've done all this shit before and I could help you out." Kay asked in a genuinely concerned voice. Seeing Dally's blank look at her invite, she added, "Besides, you look like you haven't eaten a decent meal or bathed properly in about a week."
This one made Dally smile. "Actually, about a month. Okay, I'll stop by later."
"Come by now."
Dally paused for a moment. He nodded. Kay smiled and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the park and toward her now parent-less home down the block.