Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders. Ha, I bet I fooled you. I KNOW you
though I owned it. just joshin' ya. Stupid disclaimers.
Oi, I haven't even posted the last chapter and I'm writing the next one. I feel so. on top of things. Actually, it's only cuz ff.net is down, yet again. oh well. Recent news: I haven't yet found my pinwheel, but that's okay. I managed to get through the last chapter without it, and I can do it again. You guys have to tell me every measly detail about what you think of my story. What specific parts are boring? Do you like more narrative or dialogue text? I hafta know these things! This is like pulling teeth, jeez. Anyhow, here's the next chapter.
"Hey, ain't there anyone at your house?" Dally asked, walking slowly around the dark, seemingly empty house.
"No. Carver's prolly out getting drunk with his friends, he won't be home tonight." Kay answered lightly.
"What about your folks?"
"Oh yeah. forgot about them. Naw, they're gonna be gone for the next two weeks or so on some business trip."
"Lucky you," Dally said, flipping on a light switch he found next to the door to the living room. He looked around at the room. Compared to his own house, it was neat as could be, and nicely decorated. An oak coffee table sat in front of a tacky-looking beige upholstery couch, and to the left of the couch was a creaky wooden rocking chair. A black-and-white TV was sitting on a TV tray behind the coffee table. A black VCR with a button missing was stowed underneath. Old TIME magazines were scattered on the coffee table and a few sweatshirts and jackets were piled up on the rocking chair. Dally tossed his messy pile of legal papers on top of the TIME magazines and flopped back onto the couch.
"Nice place you got here," he called to Kay, who was in the kitchen. Kay had gone into the kitchen to make some food, so Dallas began to sort through his pile of papers. Just exactly how much money did you need to buy a house?
Dally's train of thought was interrupted when Kay came into the living room carrying two bowls of Campbell's © Chicken Noodle Soup. She set them both on the coffee table and went back into the kitchen to fetch two glasses of milk and some Instant Microwave Popcorn in a big plastic pink bowl. Dallas snatched the entire bowl of popcorn before Kay had even sat down, but he put it back on the table and began to eat his soup when Kay gave him a dirty look.
"So what house do you wanna buy?" Kay asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence. She sat back against the couch, not touching the food, but rather eyeing a bunch of papers. She raised and eyebrow at herself after she said it, realizing that she sounded like she was trying to sell something.
"I dunno, one of those two-floor things on the other side of town. One of those Socy mansions," Dally said plainly. Kay couldn't tell if he was joking or not, so she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.
Dally scoffed. "I was kidding. No, actually, I was looking at this one down on Summit. It's not too far from here actually." It wasn't. It was the street next to Kay's house. Kay even knew the house; it was the only one for sale on the whole street. It had been up for sale since she'd moved here, and probably before that. Kay visualized the place. Its roof was worn in at one spot, a window was broken and half the paint was peeling off. It would be perfect. Darry could help with the roof, Two-Bit could help to get a window from the lumberyard really (really, really, really) cheap, and Kay would help paint it and fix it up on the inside herself. Dallas would help her, of course. But no matter how cheap the house would be, Dally still needed a job.
"So where do you plan on working?" Kay asked brightly.
Dallas choked. "Work? Aw, I ain't gotta work no where." Dallas paused. "Hell yes I do. Damn, Kay, this is a load of bull," he said, looking at her frowning with his eyebrows knit. Kay looked at him hard. She brought her face closer to his, and he looked at her suspiciously for a second before she kissed him. He pulled her close to him and they got caught in the moment, but Kay pulled away quickly, blushing all shades of red.
"So anyway, about these legal papers. We should really sort these out first, I mean, they're all over the place. Did you find a mortgage broker? Well first you need a job--" Kay began, saying the words quickly. She stared at the table while she was talking, too embarrassed to look at Dally.
"Kay?"
"Yeah, you could get a part time job at the DX if you wanted, or you could find a job roofing like Darry, I think you'd like doing that, or a job at the lumber yard, that'd be fun for you too--"
"Kay!"
"You should find a job that you like and still pays well, so the lumber yard would be a good place to look, and we still have to ask Darry and Two- Bit if they'll help with the new house if you decide to go for it after all and--"
"KARMA!"
Pausing, Kay looked at him out of the corner of her eye, but didn't say anything. Her face was still flushed pink. She tilted her head forward so that her dark red hair fell in her face.
"Kay, It's okay."
Kay smiled and threw herself into Dally's arms. He hugged her tightly and rested his chin on her shoulder. He pulled his ring off of his finger behind her back, unfastened her thin gold necklace and slid his ring onto it. After he refastened the necklace, Kay pulled away to look. She smiled and admired how perfectly his thick gold ring sat below her collarbone.
"Dallas--"
"I know, baby, I know. We'll go ask Darry and Two-Bit about all this legal shit tomorrow. Okay with you?"
Kay nodded and leant on Dally's shoulder as he leant back on the couch and shut his eyes. Kay rested her head on her chest and they both fell asleep that way.
Oi, I haven't even posted the last chapter and I'm writing the next one. I feel so. on top of things. Actually, it's only cuz ff.net is down, yet again. oh well. Recent news: I haven't yet found my pinwheel, but that's okay. I managed to get through the last chapter without it, and I can do it again. You guys have to tell me every measly detail about what you think of my story. What specific parts are boring? Do you like more narrative or dialogue text? I hafta know these things! This is like pulling teeth, jeez. Anyhow, here's the next chapter.
"Hey, ain't there anyone at your house?" Dally asked, walking slowly around the dark, seemingly empty house.
"No. Carver's prolly out getting drunk with his friends, he won't be home tonight." Kay answered lightly.
"What about your folks?"
"Oh yeah. forgot about them. Naw, they're gonna be gone for the next two weeks or so on some business trip."
"Lucky you," Dally said, flipping on a light switch he found next to the door to the living room. He looked around at the room. Compared to his own house, it was neat as could be, and nicely decorated. An oak coffee table sat in front of a tacky-looking beige upholstery couch, and to the left of the couch was a creaky wooden rocking chair. A black-and-white TV was sitting on a TV tray behind the coffee table. A black VCR with a button missing was stowed underneath. Old TIME magazines were scattered on the coffee table and a few sweatshirts and jackets were piled up on the rocking chair. Dally tossed his messy pile of legal papers on top of the TIME magazines and flopped back onto the couch.
"Nice place you got here," he called to Kay, who was in the kitchen. Kay had gone into the kitchen to make some food, so Dallas began to sort through his pile of papers. Just exactly how much money did you need to buy a house?
Dally's train of thought was interrupted when Kay came into the living room carrying two bowls of Campbell's © Chicken Noodle Soup. She set them both on the coffee table and went back into the kitchen to fetch two glasses of milk and some Instant Microwave Popcorn in a big plastic pink bowl. Dallas snatched the entire bowl of popcorn before Kay had even sat down, but he put it back on the table and began to eat his soup when Kay gave him a dirty look.
"So what house do you wanna buy?" Kay asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence. She sat back against the couch, not touching the food, but rather eyeing a bunch of papers. She raised and eyebrow at herself after she said it, realizing that she sounded like she was trying to sell something.
"I dunno, one of those two-floor things on the other side of town. One of those Socy mansions," Dally said plainly. Kay couldn't tell if he was joking or not, so she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.
Dally scoffed. "I was kidding. No, actually, I was looking at this one down on Summit. It's not too far from here actually." It wasn't. It was the street next to Kay's house. Kay even knew the house; it was the only one for sale on the whole street. It had been up for sale since she'd moved here, and probably before that. Kay visualized the place. Its roof was worn in at one spot, a window was broken and half the paint was peeling off. It would be perfect. Darry could help with the roof, Two-Bit could help to get a window from the lumberyard really (really, really, really) cheap, and Kay would help paint it and fix it up on the inside herself. Dallas would help her, of course. But no matter how cheap the house would be, Dally still needed a job.
"So where do you plan on working?" Kay asked brightly.
Dallas choked. "Work? Aw, I ain't gotta work no where." Dallas paused. "Hell yes I do. Damn, Kay, this is a load of bull," he said, looking at her frowning with his eyebrows knit. Kay looked at him hard. She brought her face closer to his, and he looked at her suspiciously for a second before she kissed him. He pulled her close to him and they got caught in the moment, but Kay pulled away quickly, blushing all shades of red.
"So anyway, about these legal papers. We should really sort these out first, I mean, they're all over the place. Did you find a mortgage broker? Well first you need a job--" Kay began, saying the words quickly. She stared at the table while she was talking, too embarrassed to look at Dally.
"Kay?"
"Yeah, you could get a part time job at the DX if you wanted, or you could find a job roofing like Darry, I think you'd like doing that, or a job at the lumber yard, that'd be fun for you too--"
"Kay!"
"You should find a job that you like and still pays well, so the lumber yard would be a good place to look, and we still have to ask Darry and Two- Bit if they'll help with the new house if you decide to go for it after all and--"
"KARMA!"
Pausing, Kay looked at him out of the corner of her eye, but didn't say anything. Her face was still flushed pink. She tilted her head forward so that her dark red hair fell in her face.
"Kay, It's okay."
Kay smiled and threw herself into Dally's arms. He hugged her tightly and rested his chin on her shoulder. He pulled his ring off of his finger behind her back, unfastened her thin gold necklace and slid his ring onto it. After he refastened the necklace, Kay pulled away to look. She smiled and admired how perfectly his thick gold ring sat below her collarbone.
"Dallas--"
"I know, baby, I know. We'll go ask Darry and Two-Bit about all this legal shit tomorrow. Okay with you?"
Kay nodded and leant on Dally's shoulder as he leant back on the couch and shut his eyes. Kay rested her head on her chest and they both fell asleep that way.