Well, I know I've been gone for a while, but I can't help it!! So many things have happened!!! Please R/R!! I don't own Outsiders.
A/N: This one's kind of long, but good. Please R/R!!
Chapter 7: The Burning Church
I guess you can say I am one moody chick. One minute I'm happy and smiling, next I could kill something. I went off on Two-bit the other night, and I know it wasn't his fault... I just feel like a caged tiger.
The truth is, I'm worried. Worried so as the fact I can't sleep at night (which makes three moody, irritable, non-sleeping people in this house), I can't eat, I can't do anything. I have become the most crabby person in the world, hands down. Whenever I hear a car door, I run straight out on the porch, just to be dissapointed. That's what got me into an argument with Two-bit.
I had been sitting in my swivel-chair, my only prize I had from my own house, when I heard a car door shut. I sprang outside like a bullet and frowned.
"Damn it!" I muttered. It was Two-bit.
"Something wrong, Cat?" He asked.
"Why'd you have to do that?" I shreiked. I couldn't help it, I was tense.
"Do what?" He looked a bit hurt, but at the time I didn't care.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it," I sat down on the step. "Just go away. No one's home but me."
"Hello to you, too." He looked at me, long and hard. "What's upsetting you?"
"None of your damn business." I walked inside and slammed the door shut.
"Fine," He left, but I could tell I had hurt him a lot. That's not like me at all. Two-bit's my best bud.
But what really hurts me is, I'm not worried about Johnny or Pony. I'm worried about Dally. Whenever I'm around him, I feel like I can say or do anything, and it wouldn't matter. He makes me forget my past, and I feel at ease with the world. So what if I'm one insignifigant hood who won't make a difference? When I'm around him, none of that matters. Weird, huh?
So now you understand why I'm so uptight. He's dissapeared ever since the night of the party, and I'm worried sick. So sick I've even gone back to my old ways. That's why I've hidden a stash of acid around. It disgusts me what I'm doing.
And here I am, sitting here like some kind of leopard, listening for the slightest noise outside. And then, like a sign from heaven, a car door. I pray it's Dally.
For the hundreth time today, I go outside, this time trying not to get my hopes up. And it is Dallas!!!
I ran out and threw my arms around him, before screaming, "Where the hell have you been?"
"I've been busy Cat, chill out. Hey, how would you like to go for a ride tomorrow?"
It wasn't like I was busy or anything. Two-bit had been scarce lately too, because of me.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"See you tomorrow," He said, walking off.
"See you." I called after him. It was then I realized what this feeling was. I was in love with Dallas Winston.
I had almost called him back, but decided not to and went back inside. Sodapop and Darry were trying to watch tv, and it made no difference what I was doing. So, since my couch was occupied (not like I cared anyway), I went for something to do in the kitchen. That turned out to be making another cake. The other one was already gone.
So after about an hour, I went back to my swivel-chair with a peice of cake in hand. Nov isitors tonight, or at least not yet, and I was stuck here with Darry and Soda. Not that I don't like Soda- he's like the brother I never had. But Darry and I disagree on everything. We're different as day and night. So we avoid each other.
Steve has the weirdest timing. I've been sitting here for an hour, waiting for someone to come get me out of my boredome (Boring show on tv, in my opinion), and when I finally amused myself, Steve shows up. I guess I can finish this later...
"Who made the cake?" Steve called from the kitchen. I remained sprawled on the floor.
"Compliments of Kitty-Cat!" I called out. I laughed like a maniac and sat up.
"You're happy." Steve observed.
"No..." I said slowly, "Just insane..."
Steve looked at me for a moment and shrugged. "Okay,"
"Pom-pom..." I said suddenly. "Soda, where's the phone book?"
He looked at me for a moment and handed me a battered phone book. I went to the phone and started dialing, and after the 2nd ring Cherry Valance picked up.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Um, hi, it's Cat."
"Oh, Cat! Have you decided on our offer?"
The cheerleading squad, after seeing what I could do on the volleyball court, had offered me a spot on the squad.
"Yeah, that's what I'm calling about."
"Really? What's your decision?"
I sighed. "I'm going to do it."
"Oh Cat this is great!!! Let's see, practice is Tuesday, and I'll get you your uniform Monday. We always have a party for the new members, so I'll tell you when we schedule that."
"Thanks, Cherry. See you monday."
"Bye! I've got to call the rest of the squad and tell them the good news." We both hung up, and I muttered, "Thank God I don't have volleyball practice Tuesday."
I took the time to bounce around for a few minutes, before having Steve ask me, "Cat, what in the world are you doing?"
"Hmm? Oh, well, I don't know." I couldn't help I was hyper. It's a natural thing with me.
And that's how I spent the rest of the night, even after Steve fell asleep in the chair. I continued to bounce around like an Energizer Bunny. Only a lot cuter.
******
When Dallas pulled up, I was still bouncing around inside. I could tell I was getting on Darry's nerves, so I had taken the liberty of making them breakfast (I would get to myself later), and bounced around the kitchen. And now I was back in the living room.
"See-ya later!" I called out, grabbing my volleyball jacket.
"Where are you going?" Soda called after me.
"Dally and I are going for a ride. I'll be back later." I bounded outside, and not bothering to open the door, into Dally's convertable.
"Hello, good morning, all that good stuff!" I said happily. He stared at me strangly.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"You're hyper." He replied.
"Yes, so everyone's told me." I calmed down a little, being around Dally. When we finally got to Windrixville, I was quite amused.
"What the hell? Where's the movie theater? The bars? Where's the fun?"
Dally laughed, then said, "Right there."
"Where?" All I could see was two old men playing checkers. "What? That?"
"Yup."
"Oh. Must be a boring life. If I was Johnny or Pony, I'd hand myself in, just for lack of amusement."
Dally's expression changed for a moment, then returned to normal. "That's why there's people like you around, to liven things up." He said, grinning.
"Good point."
We pulled up to an old abandoned church, and got out.
"This is it?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"You stuck them in a church..."
"Why not? It's perfect."
"And old."
"So?"
"What if the roof caves in?"
"It won't."
"If it does, then may I?"
"May you what?"
"Have the honor of saying 'I told you so'."
Dally laughed, then looked at me long and hard. "Are you nervous about going in there?"
I hated to admit it, but I muttered, "Yes."
"Then go back to the car. I'll be back in a few minutes." So I did.
He went and knocked on one of the windows, and then went around to the door.
A few minutes later, he came back with Johnny and Pony. I was so happy to see them. I jumped over the seat into the back, so Johnny could sit with Dallas. But a thought crossed my mind- what happened to Pony's hair? It was now as blonde as my highlights.
We were going pretty fast, but if I was driving, It would have been a lot faster. I'm a downright little speed demon.
We took a corner on two wheels, and I knew I could have made it on one. Not that I tried on purpose, but I almost flipped. That was one wild ride. We finally got to stop at a Dairy Queen, and I was starving. So I had fun eating a couple hotdogs while letting everyone else have the conversation.
"Glory," Dally said, looking at Pony and Johnny cramming the food down even faster than I was. "You don't need to make like every mouthful's your last. I got plenty of money. Take it easy, I don't want you getting sick on me. And I thought we were hungry!" He added to me. I just shrugged and wolfed down another hot dog. Johnny sped up and Pony eventually slowed down.
"I didn't tell y'all something," Dally said, eating his third hamburger. "The Socs and us are having all-out war fare all over the city. That kid you killed had plenty of friends and and all over town it's Soc against grease. We can't walk alone at all. I started carryin' a heater..."
"Dally!" Pony cried out. "You kill people with heaters!"
"Ya kill 'em with switches, too, don't ya, kid?" Dally's voice was hard. Johnny gulped. I don't know who I sided with, they both have a point. So I remained silent in the back seat. "Don't worry," Dally went on, "it ain't loaded. I ain't aimin' to get picked up for murder. But it sure does help a bluff. Tim Shepard's gang and our outfit are havin' it out with the Socs tomorrow night at the vacant lot. We got hold of the president of one of their social clubs and had a war council. Yeah-" Dally sighed, and I knew he was thinking about New York as much as I was thinking about California. To tell the truth, I had forgotten about the rumble.- "just like the good old days. If they win, things go on as usual. If we do, they stay outa our territory but good. Two-bit got jumped a few days ago-" I was dumbstruck by this news. So that's where he had been! I had knew all along he would still visit Darry and Soda if he was mad at me, but I had found no logical explanation as to where he had been. Now I knew- "Darry and me came along in time, but he wasn't havin' too much trouble. Two-bit's a good fighter." I had also known Darry had gone out somewhere a few times, but if I had known it had been with Dallas, I would have followed like a little puppy. "Hey, I didn't tell you we got us a spy."
"A spy?" Johnny looked up from his banana split. "Who?"
"That good lookin' broad I tried to pick up that night you killed the Soc. The redhead, Cherry what's-her-name."
Johnny gagged and Pony almost dropped his sundae. I sat in silence. I would have said it, but they beat me to it.
"Cherry?" they both said at the same time. "The Soc?"
"She came over to the vacant lot the night Two-bit was jumped.." Dally was saying. I tuned him out. I was crushed. He liked Cherry? My cheerleading teammate, my friend, a Soc? That was a bit much for me. If anybody noticed my being quieter than normal they didn't say anything. I snapped back when Johnny said, "We're goin' back and turn ourselves in."
Dallas gagged and I started. He had to be kidding! Dally turned to Johnny and demanded: "What?"
"I said we're goin' back and turn ourselves in," Johnny repeated quietly. Once again I was dumbstruck. Apparently Dally was jolted by this news.
"I got a good chance of bein' let off easy." Johnny said, and I had no idea who he was trying to convince, us or himself. "I ain't got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy and Cherry can testify to that. And I don't aim to stay in that church my whole life."
That was the most I had ever heard Johnny say at one time. He looked terrified- he had a huge fear of the fuzz- and for something like murder, I don't blame him. He went on: "We won't tell that you two helped us and we'll give you back the gun and what's left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won't get into trouble. Okay?"
I snuck a look at Dally. He was chewing on the edge of his ID card, which gave his age as 21 so he could buy booze. "You sure you want to go back? Us greasers get it worse than anyone else."
Johnny nodded. "I'm sure. It ain't fair for Ponyboy to have to stay in the church with Darry and Soda worryin' about him all the time. I don't guess..." -He swallowed and tried not to look anxious- "I don't guess my parents are worried or anything?" I almost let out a cry when I heard that. His mother was a snob (One that absoulutly hated my existance when I took the time to come around), and his father was downright evil. I shuddered.
"The gang's worried." Dally said. "Two-bit was going to Texas to look for you." I didn't hear the response, I was thinking about my experience in Texas when I first came from California. I was going to stay there, but I found it too dull. Besides, the California fuzz would have had that place swamped the moment my story got out. So I had decided on Oklahoma. Now I'm not sure if that was a good idea, either.
I ignored the rest of the conversation until the brakes slammed on and I heard Dally say, "Oh Glory." I looked up. The church was on fire! I didn't think about anybody else, I just hopped over the door and took off at a mad dash towards the church. Johnny and Pony weren't too far behind me. All of a sudden I came to a grinding halt. Church. On. Fire.
It brung back too many memories of the life I ran from in Los Angeles. Like a scared animal, I scampered into the woods and was gone.
A/N: Yes, it was long. 8 soon! Please R/R!!!
A/N: This one's kind of long, but good. Please R/R!!
Chapter 7: The Burning Church
I guess you can say I am one moody chick. One minute I'm happy and smiling, next I could kill something. I went off on Two-bit the other night, and I know it wasn't his fault... I just feel like a caged tiger.
The truth is, I'm worried. Worried so as the fact I can't sleep at night (which makes three moody, irritable, non-sleeping people in this house), I can't eat, I can't do anything. I have become the most crabby person in the world, hands down. Whenever I hear a car door, I run straight out on the porch, just to be dissapointed. That's what got me into an argument with Two-bit.
I had been sitting in my swivel-chair, my only prize I had from my own house, when I heard a car door shut. I sprang outside like a bullet and frowned.
"Damn it!" I muttered. It was Two-bit.
"Something wrong, Cat?" He asked.
"Why'd you have to do that?" I shreiked. I couldn't help it, I was tense.
"Do what?" He looked a bit hurt, but at the time I didn't care.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it," I sat down on the step. "Just go away. No one's home but me."
"Hello to you, too." He looked at me, long and hard. "What's upsetting you?"
"None of your damn business." I walked inside and slammed the door shut.
"Fine," He left, but I could tell I had hurt him a lot. That's not like me at all. Two-bit's my best bud.
But what really hurts me is, I'm not worried about Johnny or Pony. I'm worried about Dally. Whenever I'm around him, I feel like I can say or do anything, and it wouldn't matter. He makes me forget my past, and I feel at ease with the world. So what if I'm one insignifigant hood who won't make a difference? When I'm around him, none of that matters. Weird, huh?
So now you understand why I'm so uptight. He's dissapeared ever since the night of the party, and I'm worried sick. So sick I've even gone back to my old ways. That's why I've hidden a stash of acid around. It disgusts me what I'm doing.
And here I am, sitting here like some kind of leopard, listening for the slightest noise outside. And then, like a sign from heaven, a car door. I pray it's Dally.
For the hundreth time today, I go outside, this time trying not to get my hopes up. And it is Dallas!!!
I ran out and threw my arms around him, before screaming, "Where the hell have you been?"
"I've been busy Cat, chill out. Hey, how would you like to go for a ride tomorrow?"
It wasn't like I was busy or anything. Two-bit had been scarce lately too, because of me.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
"See you tomorrow," He said, walking off.
"See you." I called after him. It was then I realized what this feeling was. I was in love with Dallas Winston.
I had almost called him back, but decided not to and went back inside. Sodapop and Darry were trying to watch tv, and it made no difference what I was doing. So, since my couch was occupied (not like I cared anyway), I went for something to do in the kitchen. That turned out to be making another cake. The other one was already gone.
So after about an hour, I went back to my swivel-chair with a peice of cake in hand. Nov isitors tonight, or at least not yet, and I was stuck here with Darry and Soda. Not that I don't like Soda- he's like the brother I never had. But Darry and I disagree on everything. We're different as day and night. So we avoid each other.
Steve has the weirdest timing. I've been sitting here for an hour, waiting for someone to come get me out of my boredome (Boring show on tv, in my opinion), and when I finally amused myself, Steve shows up. I guess I can finish this later...
"Who made the cake?" Steve called from the kitchen. I remained sprawled on the floor.
"Compliments of Kitty-Cat!" I called out. I laughed like a maniac and sat up.
"You're happy." Steve observed.
"No..." I said slowly, "Just insane..."
Steve looked at me for a moment and shrugged. "Okay,"
"Pom-pom..." I said suddenly. "Soda, where's the phone book?"
He looked at me for a moment and handed me a battered phone book. I went to the phone and started dialing, and after the 2nd ring Cherry Valance picked up.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Um, hi, it's Cat."
"Oh, Cat! Have you decided on our offer?"
The cheerleading squad, after seeing what I could do on the volleyball court, had offered me a spot on the squad.
"Yeah, that's what I'm calling about."
"Really? What's your decision?"
I sighed. "I'm going to do it."
"Oh Cat this is great!!! Let's see, practice is Tuesday, and I'll get you your uniform Monday. We always have a party for the new members, so I'll tell you when we schedule that."
"Thanks, Cherry. See you monday."
"Bye! I've got to call the rest of the squad and tell them the good news." We both hung up, and I muttered, "Thank God I don't have volleyball practice Tuesday."
I took the time to bounce around for a few minutes, before having Steve ask me, "Cat, what in the world are you doing?"
"Hmm? Oh, well, I don't know." I couldn't help I was hyper. It's a natural thing with me.
And that's how I spent the rest of the night, even after Steve fell asleep in the chair. I continued to bounce around like an Energizer Bunny. Only a lot cuter.
******
When Dallas pulled up, I was still bouncing around inside. I could tell I was getting on Darry's nerves, so I had taken the liberty of making them breakfast (I would get to myself later), and bounced around the kitchen. And now I was back in the living room.
"See-ya later!" I called out, grabbing my volleyball jacket.
"Where are you going?" Soda called after me.
"Dally and I are going for a ride. I'll be back later." I bounded outside, and not bothering to open the door, into Dally's convertable.
"Hello, good morning, all that good stuff!" I said happily. He stared at me strangly.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"You're hyper." He replied.
"Yes, so everyone's told me." I calmed down a little, being around Dally. When we finally got to Windrixville, I was quite amused.
"What the hell? Where's the movie theater? The bars? Where's the fun?"
Dally laughed, then said, "Right there."
"Where?" All I could see was two old men playing checkers. "What? That?"
"Yup."
"Oh. Must be a boring life. If I was Johnny or Pony, I'd hand myself in, just for lack of amusement."
Dally's expression changed for a moment, then returned to normal. "That's why there's people like you around, to liven things up." He said, grinning.
"Good point."
We pulled up to an old abandoned church, and got out.
"This is it?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"You stuck them in a church..."
"Why not? It's perfect."
"And old."
"So?"
"What if the roof caves in?"
"It won't."
"If it does, then may I?"
"May you what?"
"Have the honor of saying 'I told you so'."
Dally laughed, then looked at me long and hard. "Are you nervous about going in there?"
I hated to admit it, but I muttered, "Yes."
"Then go back to the car. I'll be back in a few minutes." So I did.
He went and knocked on one of the windows, and then went around to the door.
A few minutes later, he came back with Johnny and Pony. I was so happy to see them. I jumped over the seat into the back, so Johnny could sit with Dallas. But a thought crossed my mind- what happened to Pony's hair? It was now as blonde as my highlights.
We were going pretty fast, but if I was driving, It would have been a lot faster. I'm a downright little speed demon.
We took a corner on two wheels, and I knew I could have made it on one. Not that I tried on purpose, but I almost flipped. That was one wild ride. We finally got to stop at a Dairy Queen, and I was starving. So I had fun eating a couple hotdogs while letting everyone else have the conversation.
"Glory," Dally said, looking at Pony and Johnny cramming the food down even faster than I was. "You don't need to make like every mouthful's your last. I got plenty of money. Take it easy, I don't want you getting sick on me. And I thought we were hungry!" He added to me. I just shrugged and wolfed down another hot dog. Johnny sped up and Pony eventually slowed down.
"I didn't tell y'all something," Dally said, eating his third hamburger. "The Socs and us are having all-out war fare all over the city. That kid you killed had plenty of friends and and all over town it's Soc against grease. We can't walk alone at all. I started carryin' a heater..."
"Dally!" Pony cried out. "You kill people with heaters!"
"Ya kill 'em with switches, too, don't ya, kid?" Dally's voice was hard. Johnny gulped. I don't know who I sided with, they both have a point. So I remained silent in the back seat. "Don't worry," Dally went on, "it ain't loaded. I ain't aimin' to get picked up for murder. But it sure does help a bluff. Tim Shepard's gang and our outfit are havin' it out with the Socs tomorrow night at the vacant lot. We got hold of the president of one of their social clubs and had a war council. Yeah-" Dally sighed, and I knew he was thinking about New York as much as I was thinking about California. To tell the truth, I had forgotten about the rumble.- "just like the good old days. If they win, things go on as usual. If we do, they stay outa our territory but good. Two-bit got jumped a few days ago-" I was dumbstruck by this news. So that's where he had been! I had knew all along he would still visit Darry and Soda if he was mad at me, but I had found no logical explanation as to where he had been. Now I knew- "Darry and me came along in time, but he wasn't havin' too much trouble. Two-bit's a good fighter." I had also known Darry had gone out somewhere a few times, but if I had known it had been with Dallas, I would have followed like a little puppy. "Hey, I didn't tell you we got us a spy."
"A spy?" Johnny looked up from his banana split. "Who?"
"That good lookin' broad I tried to pick up that night you killed the Soc. The redhead, Cherry what's-her-name."
Johnny gagged and Pony almost dropped his sundae. I sat in silence. I would have said it, but they beat me to it.
"Cherry?" they both said at the same time. "The Soc?"
"She came over to the vacant lot the night Two-bit was jumped.." Dally was saying. I tuned him out. I was crushed. He liked Cherry? My cheerleading teammate, my friend, a Soc? That was a bit much for me. If anybody noticed my being quieter than normal they didn't say anything. I snapped back when Johnny said, "We're goin' back and turn ourselves in."
Dallas gagged and I started. He had to be kidding! Dally turned to Johnny and demanded: "What?"
"I said we're goin' back and turn ourselves in," Johnny repeated quietly. Once again I was dumbstruck. Apparently Dally was jolted by this news.
"I got a good chance of bein' let off easy." Johnny said, and I had no idea who he was trying to convince, us or himself. "I ain't got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy and Cherry can testify to that. And I don't aim to stay in that church my whole life."
That was the most I had ever heard Johnny say at one time. He looked terrified- he had a huge fear of the fuzz- and for something like murder, I don't blame him. He went on: "We won't tell that you two helped us and we'll give you back the gun and what's left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won't get into trouble. Okay?"
I snuck a look at Dally. He was chewing on the edge of his ID card, which gave his age as 21 so he could buy booze. "You sure you want to go back? Us greasers get it worse than anyone else."
Johnny nodded. "I'm sure. It ain't fair for Ponyboy to have to stay in the church with Darry and Soda worryin' about him all the time. I don't guess..." -He swallowed and tried not to look anxious- "I don't guess my parents are worried or anything?" I almost let out a cry when I heard that. His mother was a snob (One that absoulutly hated my existance when I took the time to come around), and his father was downright evil. I shuddered.
"The gang's worried." Dally said. "Two-bit was going to Texas to look for you." I didn't hear the response, I was thinking about my experience in Texas when I first came from California. I was going to stay there, but I found it too dull. Besides, the California fuzz would have had that place swamped the moment my story got out. So I had decided on Oklahoma. Now I'm not sure if that was a good idea, either.
I ignored the rest of the conversation until the brakes slammed on and I heard Dally say, "Oh Glory." I looked up. The church was on fire! I didn't think about anybody else, I just hopped over the door and took off at a mad dash towards the church. Johnny and Pony weren't too far behind me. All of a sudden I came to a grinding halt. Church. On. Fire.
It brung back too many memories of the life I ran from in Los Angeles. Like a scared animal, I scampered into the woods and was gone.
A/N: Yes, it was long. 8 soon! Please R/R!!!