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Chapter 4!!
Finally getting some feeling back in my legs, I slid off the seat in Two-Bits truck, and slammed the door shut. "You mean to much to me.", his words rang solely in my ears, my head buzzing with confusion. Where the hell had that come from? I mean I'm use to hey guys telling me that if anyone hurt me, they would beat the tar outta them, but never had any of them said anything remotely close to what Two-bit had just said. Except maybe Dally, but that was different. I kicked at a cap to a pop bottle, sending in flying in front of me. 'Could he....naw, Lexa that's crazy. He's 18 for god sakes. Yeah we've messed around but that's just because......well I dunno, Two-Bit, me? It's insane.' These thought presented themselves before me, leaving me feeling quite stupid for even thinking them. That would never happen, I just took it the wrong way. He hadn't ment anything by it, or had he? To many thoughts and possibilities crowded my head and I followed suit of my favorite fictional character, 'I won't think of it now. I'll think of it later, at home where I can bear it.' I grinned comparing myself to the southern belle Scarlett O'Hara from Margrett Mitchel's classic Gone with the Wind. And for a second, as i walked across the asphalt of the DX gas station, I was Scarlett O'Hara, in all her beauty and grace, walking across the acres of Tara.
The image lasted for a second, the suddenly I found myself being slung the world spinning in dizzy circles. A looked into the grinning face of my captor, and barked sourly "Soda Curtis stop that right this second and let me go or I'll throw up all in your hair!" The world was suddenly more defiant and I took three staggering steps before losing my balance and falling. A pair of strong arms caught me and I grinned up at Two-Bit. "Thanks, i think I needed that." I mumble weakly, feeling quite nauseous. Two-Bit and Sodapop nearly feel down laughing, lightheaded and dizzy I started up at his laughing face and felt the urge to smack them both. Pulling away from the arms that had been holding me upright, I stumble across the parking fuming and quit embarrassed.
I slung open the door to the main part of the station, cursing the ding of the little bell and made my way over to the counter. I leaned against the wood, glad to have something to hold on to because the world was still spinning slightly before my eyes. "You look like shit." My Steve Randle said, looking up from some trash magazine he'd been indulged in. I rolled my eyes, and shot him a look. "I love you too, baby." I mumble. He grinned widely and stuck him nose back inside the magazine. "That's disgusting. Girls getting paid to pose like that in magazines. Then you sit there and fantasize over someone thousands of miles away who's been airbrushed to perfection. It's sick." I said finally when my stomach had returned to it's normal position inside of me. Steve looked up at me grinning like a tom cat, "Well you could pose for me like this in life if you want. I have no objections." He ducked as I tossed the bell that had been sitting next to me on the counter at his head, and laugh so hard tears rolled down his cheek. I tried to bite my lip, but a grin was unstoppable and I started laughing to.
The only thing hotter then Steve's temper was his lighter, and it was a close call. He could be mean as snakes if you pushed one of his buttons wrong. His short temper was the only thing he inherited from his alcoholic father, who regularly once a week tore away his pride then kicked him out. I think that's what really made Steve act so tough, because if he didn't then he'd never be able to make it with his father.
I wasn't sure if Steve's dad ever laid a hand on him, and if he had Steve never said anything to me about it. Steve tried to act like nothing bother him, that he didn't care his father was a rotten drunk, and his mother a small lady to scared to do anything about it. But I could see in his eyes that it really did, I'm not sure if it was because I carried the same look in my eyes or because when he was around me he was like an actor who's had to repeat the same line to many times , sick of pretending. Steve and I had an understanding that want deeper then words, a bond the was unspoken but vividly there. Out father's were a lot a like, but fourtinally for me I didn't have to deal with mine everyday. Daddy....gosh how long has it been since I've seen him. 3, 4 years? I remembered that day plainly, he'd come storming into my5th grade calls room, swearing up a storm demanding to see his little girl. He'd been drunker then lord knows what, and how he found me is still a mystery. My teacher had called the fuzz, and they'd taken him away before the eyes of all my classmates. They teased me so bad after that, I hide in the bathroom until the bell rang for us to go home. Dal had chewed his old man out for telling my dad where I was. Bitter memories brought wet puddles of tears to my eyes and I blinked them back hastily. "What's eating you Lexa?" Steve's voice was calm, and steady. I wiped my eyes on my blue jean jacket and softly mumble "Thinking about 5th grade." He nodded and punch me on the shoulder lightly. No more expiation was needed he understood "Must be something between all verbally abused kids, with drunk dads." I thought stupidly, as I picked at a hold on the knee of my jeans.
Just then the door swung open and Soda followed by his brother walked in. Now if anyone would have asked me who's the most attractive guy I know, I woulda answered Soda Curtis, without a second thought. As all the soc girls say "He's to die for!", and he was. But Soda was more then good looks, he had to be the sweetest guy I'd ever met. They kinda guy straight out of the pages of some novel or a movie, a real prince charming. He had this contagious kind of smile, that once you saw it took days to get out of your head. When I was younger, 9 or 10, I had a crush on him to the point where the guys would tease me to tears over it. Soda had been the only one who hadn't teased me (even Johnny had picked on me to some extent), he'd just smile that smile of his and tell me I was a 'cute kid'. If any other guy would have gotten as much attition as Soda, it would gone right to his head, and we would have gone from girl to girl, just because he could. But Soda wasn't like that, he'd been with "his Sandy" for about a year now, and hadn't as much as kissed another girl, though he was offered plenty of opportunities. I didn't like Sandy, she wasn't good enough for a great guy like Soda if you ask me, but well no one double check with me before they stated dating.
"Hey Lexabug." He said ruffling my hair as he made his way by. I grinned and kick him on the butt as he walked by. I sat there for a few more minutes joking around with the guys before a mob of giddy, giggling girls came in flirting with Sodapop. This was my cue to leave. I hopped down from the counter, pecking each boy on the cheek, getting glares of steel from all the girls when Soda kissed me on the cheek in return. I laughed and steadily made me way from the mob out he door.
The sun was warm on my arms and I turned my head towards the sky to feel it's rays. Passing Johhny and Two-Bit, I gave a brief expiation that I was going for a walk and would see them later. "Mind if I join you?" Two-Bit question, raising an eyebrow (his signature trade mark.) My heart sped up, and I had to look away as I reply, "No, not really." And for the first time in the 15 years I'd been alive, I felt nervous around one of my best pals.
Chapter 4!!
Finally getting some feeling back in my legs, I slid off the seat in Two-Bits truck, and slammed the door shut. "You mean to much to me.", his words rang solely in my ears, my head buzzing with confusion. Where the hell had that come from? I mean I'm use to hey guys telling me that if anyone hurt me, they would beat the tar outta them, but never had any of them said anything remotely close to what Two-bit had just said. Except maybe Dally, but that was different. I kicked at a cap to a pop bottle, sending in flying in front of me. 'Could he....naw, Lexa that's crazy. He's 18 for god sakes. Yeah we've messed around but that's just because......well I dunno, Two-Bit, me? It's insane.' These thought presented themselves before me, leaving me feeling quite stupid for even thinking them. That would never happen, I just took it the wrong way. He hadn't ment anything by it, or had he? To many thoughts and possibilities crowded my head and I followed suit of my favorite fictional character, 'I won't think of it now. I'll think of it later, at home where I can bear it.' I grinned comparing myself to the southern belle Scarlett O'Hara from Margrett Mitchel's classic Gone with the Wind. And for a second, as i walked across the asphalt of the DX gas station, I was Scarlett O'Hara, in all her beauty and grace, walking across the acres of Tara.
The image lasted for a second, the suddenly I found myself being slung the world spinning in dizzy circles. A looked into the grinning face of my captor, and barked sourly "Soda Curtis stop that right this second and let me go or I'll throw up all in your hair!" The world was suddenly more defiant and I took three staggering steps before losing my balance and falling. A pair of strong arms caught me and I grinned up at Two-Bit. "Thanks, i think I needed that." I mumble weakly, feeling quite nauseous. Two-Bit and Sodapop nearly feel down laughing, lightheaded and dizzy I started up at his laughing face and felt the urge to smack them both. Pulling away from the arms that had been holding me upright, I stumble across the parking fuming and quit embarrassed.
I slung open the door to the main part of the station, cursing the ding of the little bell and made my way over to the counter. I leaned against the wood, glad to have something to hold on to because the world was still spinning slightly before my eyes. "You look like shit." My Steve Randle said, looking up from some trash magazine he'd been indulged in. I rolled my eyes, and shot him a look. "I love you too, baby." I mumble. He grinned widely and stuck him nose back inside the magazine. "That's disgusting. Girls getting paid to pose like that in magazines. Then you sit there and fantasize over someone thousands of miles away who's been airbrushed to perfection. It's sick." I said finally when my stomach had returned to it's normal position inside of me. Steve looked up at me grinning like a tom cat, "Well you could pose for me like this in life if you want. I have no objections." He ducked as I tossed the bell that had been sitting next to me on the counter at his head, and laugh so hard tears rolled down his cheek. I tried to bite my lip, but a grin was unstoppable and I started laughing to.
The only thing hotter then Steve's temper was his lighter, and it was a close call. He could be mean as snakes if you pushed one of his buttons wrong. His short temper was the only thing he inherited from his alcoholic father, who regularly once a week tore away his pride then kicked him out. I think that's what really made Steve act so tough, because if he didn't then he'd never be able to make it with his father.
I wasn't sure if Steve's dad ever laid a hand on him, and if he had Steve never said anything to me about it. Steve tried to act like nothing bother him, that he didn't care his father was a rotten drunk, and his mother a small lady to scared to do anything about it. But I could see in his eyes that it really did, I'm not sure if it was because I carried the same look in my eyes or because when he was around me he was like an actor who's had to repeat the same line to many times , sick of pretending. Steve and I had an understanding that want deeper then words, a bond the was unspoken but vividly there. Out father's were a lot a like, but fourtinally for me I didn't have to deal with mine everyday. Daddy....gosh how long has it been since I've seen him. 3, 4 years? I remembered that day plainly, he'd come storming into my5th grade calls room, swearing up a storm demanding to see his little girl. He'd been drunker then lord knows what, and how he found me is still a mystery. My teacher had called the fuzz, and they'd taken him away before the eyes of all my classmates. They teased me so bad after that, I hide in the bathroom until the bell rang for us to go home. Dal had chewed his old man out for telling my dad where I was. Bitter memories brought wet puddles of tears to my eyes and I blinked them back hastily. "What's eating you Lexa?" Steve's voice was calm, and steady. I wiped my eyes on my blue jean jacket and softly mumble "Thinking about 5th grade." He nodded and punch me on the shoulder lightly. No more expiation was needed he understood "Must be something between all verbally abused kids, with drunk dads." I thought stupidly, as I picked at a hold on the knee of my jeans.
Just then the door swung open and Soda followed by his brother walked in. Now if anyone would have asked me who's the most attractive guy I know, I woulda answered Soda Curtis, without a second thought. As all the soc girls say "He's to die for!", and he was. But Soda was more then good looks, he had to be the sweetest guy I'd ever met. They kinda guy straight out of the pages of some novel or a movie, a real prince charming. He had this contagious kind of smile, that once you saw it took days to get out of your head. When I was younger, 9 or 10, I had a crush on him to the point where the guys would tease me to tears over it. Soda had been the only one who hadn't teased me (even Johnny had picked on me to some extent), he'd just smile that smile of his and tell me I was a 'cute kid'. If any other guy would have gotten as much attition as Soda, it would gone right to his head, and we would have gone from girl to girl, just because he could. But Soda wasn't like that, he'd been with "his Sandy" for about a year now, and hadn't as much as kissed another girl, though he was offered plenty of opportunities. I didn't like Sandy, she wasn't good enough for a great guy like Soda if you ask me, but well no one double check with me before they stated dating.
"Hey Lexabug." He said ruffling my hair as he made his way by. I grinned and kick him on the butt as he walked by. I sat there for a few more minutes joking around with the guys before a mob of giddy, giggling girls came in flirting with Sodapop. This was my cue to leave. I hopped down from the counter, pecking each boy on the cheek, getting glares of steel from all the girls when Soda kissed me on the cheek in return. I laughed and steadily made me way from the mob out he door.
The sun was warm on my arms and I turned my head towards the sky to feel it's rays. Passing Johhny and Two-Bit, I gave a brief expiation that I was going for a walk and would see them later. "Mind if I join you?" Two-Bit question, raising an eyebrow (his signature trade mark.) My heart sped up, and I had to look away as I reply, "No, not really." And for the first time in the 15 years I'd been alive, I felt nervous around one of my best pals.