* wipes tears * No one viewed my last chapter.....I'm really hurt. So if ya'll ae reading this please go back and you know, write something for ch.6, it would mean a lot to me. Are ya'll getting bored with this story, or do you like it? Cuz if ya'll will just bear with me a little longer it's gonna get more interesting. Just let me know what you think. Newho all I own is Lexa, and this is a short chapter, cuz well...I have a short attition span (and I still don't know how 2 spell that.) On with the story...PLEASE REVIEW!!!
"Because of what Lexa?' Dally was suddenly next to me, hunched on the floor next to me. I looked at him and just blinked, totally unaware anyone else had been on the porch. I felt the color crept to my face, feeling very foolish and childlike sitting crying on the front porch. "Becuase Dal....cus of something that happened at school today. Between me and Jeff." I whispered, my eyes fixed on a stray cat stridding down the chilly night street, praying he would be content with that answer. Should have known better, Dal was never content with ½ a story. He was looking at me expectantly, his hard eyes plainly telling me to go on. I took a deep breath and rushed head first into the story of how Jeff had found me after school, and our little fight, making sure to leave out the reason. Dallas known though. Something clouded his eyes and I know he'd been the cause of our fight, and because of that I was the cause of Johnny getting beat up. The thought made me sick, and a cold dread spread over my stomach. Dal reached slowly in his jeans pocket, pulling out a smoke and the sliver plated lighter I'd gotten him for his 13th birthday. (With a little help from Two-Bit and his main skill.) I watched my cousin, put the 'cancer stick' between his chapped lips, and take a slow drag on it. He had 'that look' to him again. The dangerous one, that everyone know better then to try to talk to him with. His blond hair fell across his eye, and the whole scene seemed to be something out of a movie. He looked like you classic hood, JD, juvenile delinquent, whatever you wanted to call it. I didn't like that, my cousin shouldn't have to wear that look at his age. He deserved a life better then this. All the gang did, more then any soc ever would.
I felt to rough lips on my cheek and turned to look at Dal. He was walking down the sidewalk, thumbs locked into his pockets, shoulders hunch. I jumped to my feet, and fly down the sidewalk after him, grabbing his arm urgently. "Dallas, I know where your going. Don't. It won't do any good, it'd just gonna prolong it all. Come Dally, don't go!" My voice was pleading, and I sounded ages younger. "I have to go Lexa, I'll be back later, stay at the Curtis', and help take care of Johnny." He tried to pull away from my grip, and I guess was surprised at how strong his little cousin was. "Dally, I'm not afraid of trouble, or fighting for that matter. And I'm willing to fight if a fight is brought to me, but why go looking for it?" Dal put his right hand on my arm, and turned me to face him. His voice was cool, almost recorded sounding. "You wouldn't understand why I have to go Munchkin. But I have to do this. For you and for Johnny." He squeezed my arm lightly, and took off down the street again.
I watched his receding back, and stood there my jaw clenched. So he'd finally done it. For the first time ever my cousin had left me, gone off to do something he know I didn't approve of. He was wrong when he said I wouldn't understand though, because I know why he had left and deep down i couldn't blame him. Dallas knew Becka was the reason Jeff had picked a fight with myself and then Johnny, and he couldn't take not meeting his problems head on.
Which in short meant I'd be awake all night worrying about him, and he'll come stumbling in around 2am bloody and drunk excepting me to be ecstatic that'd he'd won some God awful fight. I love my cousin more then anything, but sometimes it's just to much. I closed my eyes, and meekly thought about how Scarlett O'Hara would handle it, hoping to find some sort of influence. The best I could come up with was squaring my shoulders, holding my head high and I wearily made my way back to the house to face burdens that weren't my own.
"Because of what Lexa?' Dally was suddenly next to me, hunched on the floor next to me. I looked at him and just blinked, totally unaware anyone else had been on the porch. I felt the color crept to my face, feeling very foolish and childlike sitting crying on the front porch. "Becuase Dal....cus of something that happened at school today. Between me and Jeff." I whispered, my eyes fixed on a stray cat stridding down the chilly night street, praying he would be content with that answer. Should have known better, Dal was never content with ½ a story. He was looking at me expectantly, his hard eyes plainly telling me to go on. I took a deep breath and rushed head first into the story of how Jeff had found me after school, and our little fight, making sure to leave out the reason. Dallas known though. Something clouded his eyes and I know he'd been the cause of our fight, and because of that I was the cause of Johnny getting beat up. The thought made me sick, and a cold dread spread over my stomach. Dal reached slowly in his jeans pocket, pulling out a smoke and the sliver plated lighter I'd gotten him for his 13th birthday. (With a little help from Two-Bit and his main skill.) I watched my cousin, put the 'cancer stick' between his chapped lips, and take a slow drag on it. He had 'that look' to him again. The dangerous one, that everyone know better then to try to talk to him with. His blond hair fell across his eye, and the whole scene seemed to be something out of a movie. He looked like you classic hood, JD, juvenile delinquent, whatever you wanted to call it. I didn't like that, my cousin shouldn't have to wear that look at his age. He deserved a life better then this. All the gang did, more then any soc ever would.
I felt to rough lips on my cheek and turned to look at Dal. He was walking down the sidewalk, thumbs locked into his pockets, shoulders hunch. I jumped to my feet, and fly down the sidewalk after him, grabbing his arm urgently. "Dallas, I know where your going. Don't. It won't do any good, it'd just gonna prolong it all. Come Dally, don't go!" My voice was pleading, and I sounded ages younger. "I have to go Lexa, I'll be back later, stay at the Curtis', and help take care of Johnny." He tried to pull away from my grip, and I guess was surprised at how strong his little cousin was. "Dally, I'm not afraid of trouble, or fighting for that matter. And I'm willing to fight if a fight is brought to me, but why go looking for it?" Dal put his right hand on my arm, and turned me to face him. His voice was cool, almost recorded sounding. "You wouldn't understand why I have to go Munchkin. But I have to do this. For you and for Johnny." He squeezed my arm lightly, and took off down the street again.
I watched his receding back, and stood there my jaw clenched. So he'd finally done it. For the first time ever my cousin had left me, gone off to do something he know I didn't approve of. He was wrong when he said I wouldn't understand though, because I know why he had left and deep down i couldn't blame him. Dallas knew Becka was the reason Jeff had picked a fight with myself and then Johnny, and he couldn't take not meeting his problems head on.
Which in short meant I'd be awake all night worrying about him, and he'll come stumbling in around 2am bloody and drunk excepting me to be ecstatic that'd he'd won some God awful fight. I love my cousin more then anything, but sometimes it's just to much. I closed my eyes, and meekly thought about how Scarlett O'Hara would handle it, hoping to find some sort of influence. The best I could come up with was squaring my shoulders, holding my head high and I wearily made my way back to the house to face burdens that weren't my own.