I'm With You (Chp. 5/6?)
A/N: To Alicia's comment.
I know this story is not very…..romantic, but I'm trying to built up on something. I mean, this is Dallas Winston I'm writing and you're reading. Like I read in VanillaSky's fic and I quote, "No girl has ever fallen in love with Dallas Winston, and no one ever will…….the barrier just can't be broken".
"Baby, I'm home!!……Can you come in here for a second?" I heard my father call out to me, as he closed the door and hanged his jacket up.
I appeared from my room, fully clothed now, and leaned on the hallway corridor, my arms crossed.
"Second's up" I said before turning back around.
"Baby" he warned in a low voice which right now probably meant "Enough with your jokes"
"Father" I replied, facing him once again
"No jokes, be serious now" He told me; I could see the straight line he had on his eyebrows, with his dark hair combed back.
"Okay. Serious mode on. Continue" I replied, I felt like I already had an idea of what he was going to tell me and I hoped that I was seriously mistaken.
"You start your new job Monday"
………..Damn.
"I what? When did this happen? Where was I?" I quickly stammered, un-crossing my arms and stomping my foot un-intentially on the wooden flooring.
"Today, I was going to work and stopped at the DX to get some gas, I saw a flier up on the window that said there was a job opening, I made arrangements with the young men there and that's pretty much it. You now work every Monday and Sunday, don't worry I made a schedule to work around your track thing." He explained.
"A schedule?…….Wait, did you just say the DX? I'm going to be working at a garage? But I know nothing about cars!! I can't turn one on, let alone change a tire!" I objected, shaking my head
"Don't exaggerate, Baby…and you're not going to be working on any cars, you'll be attending the cash register inside" He corrected.
"So, let me get this straight. For wrecking my car, your going to be making me work at a gas station where I'll be surrounded by automobiles……"
"Well, I never thought of it like that but yeah, I guess so" My father said, a cheesy smile spreading on his face.
"By any chance, can I say no to this?"
"No"
"………..Damn"
STILL BABY'S POV
As I walked down the street, I soon stopped when I came into view of the DX. I groaned and continued. Why? Why must my father be such a…..parental figure! I swear, he use to not be the way he is. I don't know why he changed, I mean, I don't get into too much trouble…..often. But he has to understand that people make mistakes, like my car, that was a huge freakin' no-no! OK, maybe I'm just saying this to justify what I did. What I'm about to be put through. Labor, me, Baby, has to work. I groaned again, louder and my back slouched. I had to physically carry myself to the Garage because I knew if I didn't, my legs would make a U-turn and I'd end up somewhere else.
"Hey Sodapop, get me a coke, will ya?" I heard someone ask as I stepped in, making the bell that hung over the door ring.
"Can I help you?" This brown-eyed boy with his hair greased back and yet managed to get it in complicated swirls asked me, from behind the counter.
I stood there, staring back at him, then with a sigh I started………
Words barely made it out of my mouth before another very good-looking Greaser came in from the back, holding a soda "Here's your damn Pepsi, next time get it yourself, you have legs and they aren't broken…..yet" He half-threatened and half-joked as he shoved the coke to the other boy who just grinned and opened it.
He turned to me, a broad smile on his go-lucky face.
"Hey, I know you!" He said, cheerfully.
I just half-smiled. I wasn't the "Oh my god, I do know you!!!!!! *hugs * type of person.
It didn't take long before I put a description to the picture "Yeah, Ponyboy's brother,um, Sodapop, right?" I was a little unsure of myself.
He nodded "So, what brings you here, Baby?" He asked, lightly pushing the other Greaser (who was too busy gulping down his soda to say anything) over and sitting down on a stool.
"Well, er, How do I put this without running out the door right now….."
He laughed, "I'm guessing you're the new clerk here"
I nodded and my smile grew bigger "Yeah, I'm a real worker, you can just tell by looking at me, huh?" I said, sarcastically. I wore a dark jacket with a navy skirt; my hair was slightly disheveled since I had to be dragged out of bed on a Sunday afternoon (Hey, in my rulebook. Thou' Shall Not Get Out Of Bed Before 12:00pm on the weekends).
"Don't worry. It's not that bad here, I mean we've gone through 2…."
The other Greaser interrupted "No, make that 3 clerks that quit this job."
Soda glanced at him then back at me "3 and they all mysteriously quit, I wonder why?" He thought out-loud.
"Why? The answer is easy. It's because you've dated all of them and broken their little hearts" He said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes but I could just tell he was a bit jealous of him.
I smirked "I see Sweet Soda isn't so sweet after all" I commented.
Soda just grinned like an idiot. A good idiot. Not a bad one…..huh?
"So, are you going to finally introduce me to your "friend" since we * are* going to be working together and all" The swirly head asked, looking toward me.
"Oh! Yeah, this is…." Soda began, gesturing to me.
"Baby Agudo" I answered, finishing for him.
"Steve Randle" He introduced himself.
"Is it always this empty?" I asked, looking about.
From the face Steve was making, I could tell I had offended him or something.
"Now, you listen here, missy. We happen to have the best DX in the area, for your information" He said, raising his chin up high.
"Don't mind this psycho. He just loves his job a little *too * much" Soda chimed in, smacking Steve playfully on the head
"Hey, watch the grease!" The other warned. Soda looked down at his hand and nodded "You're right………yuck" He said before wiping his hand on Steve's sleeve.
"Don't act like you don't use it either!" Steve replied, glaring good-naturally.
The Happy looking Greaser turned to me, laughing at his friend's antics.
"Since the introduction part is over now comes the…….Fun" He assumed, crossing his arms and grinning.
"Yeah……fun" I replied, with a raised eyebrow. I knew I was going up a hill, but I was still unsure when I was going to go down.
"Let's talk about your new job, Baby" Dr. Summers suggested, sitting in a black leather chair, her legs crossed and a note-pad in her lap. I sat on this very weird looking couch/chair thing.
"What's there to say about it?" I asked, leaning back.
"Well, you tell me" She urged, softly.
"Ummm…..It's fine, really. I've been working there for about a month now. It doesn't suck like I thought it would, and…..I'm slowly, and I repeat * slowly* paying off the car" I said, looking down at my finger-nails.
"That's responsibility for you, I'm very proud of you, Baby……Your learning a very good lesson" She stated, titling her head to the side as she stared at me.
"And what lesson would that be? Getting grease under your finger-tips is a real bitch to get out"
She laughed, but if I was listening to it correctly, it sounded like a cross between annoyance and forcefulness.
"No……I realize you're only joking. You hide your true feelings behind sarcastic little jokes, I understand you perfectly Baby. You don't have to hide"
I arched an eyebrow, and then soon glared "Excuse me? I'm not hiding..….Quit the contrary, I'm actually doing the opposite of hiding which is sitting here telling you about nothing important and you analyzing it like it really means something when it doesn't, and plus, I'm not joking, I have my good days and when I do, I'll let little * jokes* about.…..hmmm……you…… be heard, but today is not one of those days …..At least until I got here it wasn't"
I was laughing inside, even harder when I noticed, or was it my eyes playing tricks on me? Dr. Summers nostrils flaring.
She just stared at me, and then looked back down at her note-pad, jotting a couple of sentences down.
This is when I decided to ask her something, something that had been pushed all the way to the back of my mind and yet still bothered me.
"Is there something between you and my father?" I suddenly asked, sitting up straighter in my chair or bed or whatever the fuck' it was.
She quickly looked up from her note-pad and I knew I had defiantly caught her off-guard.
"Why do you say that?" She responded, pushing her glasses up that were –as always- sliding down her nose.
"I have my reasons. But is there? Something?"
"How would you feel about that?"
Argh!!!!!! Shrinks…….Never answering questions directly……….
I stared at my feet for a moment then as she met my gaze, I answered……………
"I'd feel like killing myself……….Again"
She was silent, I saw her shakily raise a hand up to her glasses and take them off, I knew she never really needed them to see, just thought they would give her "respect" for being a woman, and looking smarter than a man…..Yeah, it's not working right now with that expression on her face……………….
"Seriously, Baby. No joking, answer me. Is that how'd you feel?" She asked once more.
"Who's joking? The * last* thing I would ever want is for you two to get together, it would be a nightmare, it would be hell for me……….." I replied, in a low voice.
A/N: Ok, this is the shortest chapter I have done so far, but hopefully will be the last, just thought I wouldn't leave you guys waiting for so long. No Dally/Baby interaction in this chapter but will be more in the up-coming ones.
