Disclaima: 'Ello mates. Well, it's that time of the story again where I must write a little line so I won't be arrested for fraud! S.E.Hinton owns the Outsiders, I own Rhea and Joel.
(A/N: I'm sorry about the whole thing with grammar I try to review it closely for you see my computer has no spell check. Sorry Luvs.)
I was walking down to the DX when I heard footsteps running after me.
"Hey! Hey girl wait up!" I heard the voice calling.
I stopped and turned around to see the familiar face of Joel. I was paralyzed. I couldn't move or speak. He stopped about two feet away from me.
"Listen, I'm not going to hurt you ok? Wanna sit down?" he asked nodding to a bench across the street.
We crossed and sat on the bench. I started to speak but he stopped me.
"Just give me a second to explain that night ok?" he went on when I nodded.
"I was drunk as you know but I wasn't doing it for my own pleasure or anything. I'm seriously not that kind of guy. I'm not perverted like Buck is."
I laughed. It took him a while to settle me down. People who passed must have thought I was a madwoman but the thought of him not being like Buck after that night. Ha!
"I'm serious. He had a gun ok? He wanted me to do stuff I didn't wanna do. It was either the drugs, a girl, or my life ok?"
"So why aren't you dead yet?"
"What?"
"You never got anywhere with the girl. You obviously didn't do the drugs," I said standing up. "That only leaves him to take your life. It'd be a shame to waste a bullet on such a handsome face though," I added sarcastically as I walked to the DX without looking back.
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Twobit came to the DX an hour later. I was getting ready to head home because Steve was kind of busy working and the girls were all swooning over Sodapop. Toob looked pale. Like he'd just seen a ghost. He looked as if he were about to faint.
"Toob are you ok?" I asked.
Seconds later he fainted. Sodapop turned and ran to Twobit and so did Steve.
"What happened? Is he ok?" Soda asked looking at me.
"I dunno," I said quietly.
Soda and Steve lifted him to his feet and sat him in a chair. Soda started to smack his face a little while Steve went to get some water. When he came back Toob was still unconcious so he took the bottle of water and dumped it on his head which jolted him awake.
He immediately started a nervous mumble," he was there and he told me he saw Rhea and-," He looked up at me.
He wrapped me in a hug that was so tight I could hardly breath. "Oh Rhea, are you alright? Did he-"
"I hate to interrupt you Toob," I said gasping for air, "but I kinda need to breath!"
He let me go and looked at me. "How was your run-in with Joel?"
Sodapop stared as me as I began to back away.
"You saw that guy again? What'd he wanna talk about?"
"Um, he just said how, uh, how Buck had a gun to him. That and he was drunk," I said lookin at my shoes.
"Hey Rheanna," a voice called.
I looked up into the only person who still called me Rheanna. "'Ello Dal. How are you?"
"Good. Hey Rhea mind if I talk to you alone a minute?" He answered.
We walked over by the bathrooms where no one could hear us.
"What's on your mind Dallas?" I asked.
"Joel and you," he answered looking me dead in the eye.
My head dropped as I questioned,"What about Joel and me?"
"Joel mostly. Just a few minutes ago. Here," he handed me a sheet of paper.
It was a note. I read it to Dallas aloud.
"Dear Rhea,
I know you wanna know how I learned your name so you can bother Dallas about that. I just wanna say I know what I did to you was horrible, but just think what I would have had to do if your boyfriend hadn't showed up. (again ask Dallas) Listen, I've been wanting to kill myself for a long time and I feel horrible for what I did. That, well that pushed me off the deep-end. Don't feel like your to blame but I've-
There's a giant blood stain. I can't read the rest. Wait a second. Dallas! He killed himself?"
"I tried to keep it away from knife and um, yeah. I couldn't stop him. It all just happened so quickly."
I ran. I ran and I ran. I was almost home when I rounded the corner and smacked into someone. We both fell over onto the pavement.
"Ugh," I groaned.
Shepherd picked me up and carried me to the Curtis house. He set me down on the couch and kneeled next to me.
"Rhea, baby?"
"Yeah Tim?" I mumbled.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?"
(A/N: I'm sorry about the whole thing with grammar I try to review it closely for you see my computer has no spell check. Sorry Luvs.)
I was walking down to the DX when I heard footsteps running after me.
"Hey! Hey girl wait up!" I heard the voice calling.
I stopped and turned around to see the familiar face of Joel. I was paralyzed. I couldn't move or speak. He stopped about two feet away from me.
"Listen, I'm not going to hurt you ok? Wanna sit down?" he asked nodding to a bench across the street.
We crossed and sat on the bench. I started to speak but he stopped me.
"Just give me a second to explain that night ok?" he went on when I nodded.
"I was drunk as you know but I wasn't doing it for my own pleasure or anything. I'm seriously not that kind of guy. I'm not perverted like Buck is."
I laughed. It took him a while to settle me down. People who passed must have thought I was a madwoman but the thought of him not being like Buck after that night. Ha!
"I'm serious. He had a gun ok? He wanted me to do stuff I didn't wanna do. It was either the drugs, a girl, or my life ok?"
"So why aren't you dead yet?"
"What?"
"You never got anywhere with the girl. You obviously didn't do the drugs," I said standing up. "That only leaves him to take your life. It'd be a shame to waste a bullet on such a handsome face though," I added sarcastically as I walked to the DX without looking back.
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Twobit came to the DX an hour later. I was getting ready to head home because Steve was kind of busy working and the girls were all swooning over Sodapop. Toob looked pale. Like he'd just seen a ghost. He looked as if he were about to faint.
"Toob are you ok?" I asked.
Seconds later he fainted. Sodapop turned and ran to Twobit and so did Steve.
"What happened? Is he ok?" Soda asked looking at me.
"I dunno," I said quietly.
Soda and Steve lifted him to his feet and sat him in a chair. Soda started to smack his face a little while Steve went to get some water. When he came back Toob was still unconcious so he took the bottle of water and dumped it on his head which jolted him awake.
He immediately started a nervous mumble," he was there and he told me he saw Rhea and-," He looked up at me.
He wrapped me in a hug that was so tight I could hardly breath. "Oh Rhea, are you alright? Did he-"
"I hate to interrupt you Toob," I said gasping for air, "but I kinda need to breath!"
He let me go and looked at me. "How was your run-in with Joel?"
Sodapop stared as me as I began to back away.
"You saw that guy again? What'd he wanna talk about?"
"Um, he just said how, uh, how Buck had a gun to him. That and he was drunk," I said lookin at my shoes.
"Hey Rheanna," a voice called.
I looked up into the only person who still called me Rheanna. "'Ello Dal. How are you?"
"Good. Hey Rhea mind if I talk to you alone a minute?" He answered.
We walked over by the bathrooms where no one could hear us.
"What's on your mind Dallas?" I asked.
"Joel and you," he answered looking me dead in the eye.
My head dropped as I questioned,"What about Joel and me?"
"Joel mostly. Just a few minutes ago. Here," he handed me a sheet of paper.
It was a note. I read it to Dallas aloud.
"Dear Rhea,
I know you wanna know how I learned your name so you can bother Dallas about that. I just wanna say I know what I did to you was horrible, but just think what I would have had to do if your boyfriend hadn't showed up. (again ask Dallas) Listen, I've been wanting to kill myself for a long time and I feel horrible for what I did. That, well that pushed me off the deep-end. Don't feel like your to blame but I've-
There's a giant blood stain. I can't read the rest. Wait a second. Dallas! He killed himself?"
"I tried to keep it away from knife and um, yeah. I couldn't stop him. It all just happened so quickly."
I ran. I ran and I ran. I was almost home when I rounded the corner and smacked into someone. We both fell over onto the pavement.
"Ugh," I groaned.
Shepherd picked me up and carried me to the Curtis house. He set me down on the couch and kneeled next to me.
"Rhea, baby?"
"Yeah Tim?" I mumbled.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?"