There's a kind of
hush all over the world tonight
All over the world you can hear the sounds of lovers in love
You know what I mean
Just the two of us and nobody else in sight
There's nobody else and I'm feeling good just holding you tight
I tapped my foot lightly on the steering wheel, as I lay sprawled out in between the two front seats of the car. I hummed slightly to the song as it played through the radio, "…The only sound that you will hear….Is when I whisper in your ear" I sung along, drumming my fingers on the side leather cushion I was resting on.
Love, love, and more love!! I quickly stopped singing, sighing frustrated-ly for some unknown reason. All the songs these days were only about the same things. Peace, and Love. It doesn't even stop there, you got your depressing love songs, then you have your happy cheery ones, or do you prefer those joyful tear-jerkers songs that have every woman's boyfriend or husband fleeing from the room when it comes on the radio?
Have you ever heard the saying, "A person can live all their life and never fall in love"?
Should I believe that? Could someone live his or hers entire life, grow old, without ever finding one person that they can at least put up with?
But why was I thinking this? All of a sudden I was in a frenzy on the subject about….love. How more cliché can I get!
"BEEP!"
I sat up in an instant, when I saw my foot accidentally slip onto the honking thingy-mejiggy.
"Baby!" I heard Soda's voice from outside, I closed my eyes momentarily and peered out through the open window, I looked down at the Greaser who popped out from under the car, "What did you do that for?" He asked, rubbing his forehead since he must of banged it on something. I gave him a small frown "Sorry, Sodapop, my foot slipped, did you hurt yourself? " I asked, tucking my hair back as I gazed down at him.
He shook his head "Nah, just a bump…you know, you should be inside, working at the cash register…." He started and I cut in with a "Spare me, it's a nice day out, and if you haven't noticed, there are no customers…."
I saw him pout slightly "Yeah, why is that?" He huffed, seemingly annoyed by the fact.
"…..Aw, little Soda sad because his girls aren't coming around….?" I teased, with a tone that a loving owner would use to their pet, or a mother would talk to their baby. Not that Soda was either of those things.
He gave me a small glare, and then cracked a grin "Well, a guy has to have another reason to go to work everyday other than they love what they do"
I brought my feet from under me, and sat down the proper way in the car seat. I had been here for about a half hour, listening to the radio and musing about nothing while Soda worked under this large piece of tin. Steve had a date with his girlfriend, plus, today was the day he didn't work. A lousy Monday, nothing happens on this day of the week. At least not for me.
"….Mid-terms started, everyone is hitting the books…..I guess some of the girls don't have time to see the great and wonderful Curtis brother…" I gestured wryly in the air, leaning my head back on the seat.
"And why aren't you studying young lady?" I saw the Greaser suddenly stand up and plunk beside the window.
I turned my head to him "You sound like my father…..Me? Study?…….." I burst out laughing at the thought of me actually sitting down and opening a book. They say, a child 's biggest goal is surviving school. I say, 'just don't stress out on it'.
Soda wiped his face with his sleeve and smiling, he shook his head staring at me having a giggly fit, like a Soc girl would do after finding the last bottle of her favorite nail polish at the mall.
I stopped quickly, coming to a screeching halt. "Holy Crap!" I threw my head back, my hair flipping over from my face, as I scrambled to reach for the car handle.
"God damnitt, this can't be happening!" I cursed loudly, stomping my foot endlessly on the gravel ground. I was late, yet again, to my appointment with Dr. Summers. It was going to be the third time this month; I've just been so busy lately with everything that the session keeps slipping my mind. Okay, that's a lie. The answer is pretty much because I hated going to that cold, oddly lifeless place.
It was like a curse. I was finally living a new life and this is my downside to it, or one of them.
I felt Soda's hands on both my shoulders, and as I looked up at him, his eyes were filled with concern and confusion. "What's wrong, Baby?" He asked me, narrowing his head down to my level. Sodapop Curtis could be a real friend when it came to things like these. This boy could get worried over a stranger falling in the street. It wasn't that he wasn't a friend to me but more like our relationship was a working one. We'd talk, joke, and laugh together when we were here but once I left, I'd doubt we'd hang out somewhere other than this garage. If I saw him outside of here, I'd wave on the other hand.
I exhaled deeply, and shook my head as a response "I-I have to go, sorry, Sodapop" I apologized; I didn't want to leave the Greaser with no company. He was always telling me how he hated Monday's since Steve wasn't around and he had no one to talk about nonsense too.
He waved it off "Nah, don't sweat about it. You just go where you have to be" He said.
I grinned, and nodded as I turned to run as fast as I could to catch the nearest bus, I stopped though. "Baby?" I saw a wavy blond haired woman in her red 1950's convertible pull up onto the curve; she kept calling my name repeatedly. By the furrow of her brow, and her thick glasses, it was none other than Dr. Summers herself.
"Do you know her?" I heard Soda ask from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder "Sadly, yes" I admitted and with that I said good-bye and walked off toward the expensive looking car which made me suspicious since I thought therapists didn't really make much money these days, and especially a women.
But minding my own business and not delving in what Dr.Ho-er-I mean Dr. Summers did in her spare time, I hesitantly got into the car. "You were late and I thought I ought to see what you were doing that was so much more important than your 'recovery'" She quickly got into the scolding before I barely sat my ass on the leather interior! I glared at her, amazed that she could be this neurotic "What 'recovery'! It's going to be two years now that I even cut myself, sorry, but your job is useless to me right now" I said, trying to keep myself calm. It wasn't working.
She sighed dramatically, so did I. "Baby, You are still at a state where you are not completely over your accident yet. I'm trying to listen you out but all I keep getting is that you are very depended of your father and one day, he's not going to be there to help you out….Or bail you out of jail! I don't even know what in the god oh mighty heaven will happen to you!" She seemed like she care but I couldn't bring myself to believe it. No, she didn't care! She was the last person to have any real feeling towards me if it didn't involved a pay check in it.
"First of all, this has nothing to do with him and I only got in trouble with the fuzz once! And that's because I was set up!" I countered, raising my hands in front of me.
"Set up!? Baby, this isn't a murder-who-did-what?-black and-white movie! You were caught stealing a pack of cigarettes from the corner store…"
"Oh, Whoo-pee!! Sue me! Shame on me for getting some smokes!…Back to what I was saying, I lived half my life without my father. What makes it so different now? Nothing, only that I have to be at home by a curfew. I don't depend on him, and it surprises me you didn't pick that up, this is your job, isn't it?" I hadn't been in the car for nearly 15 minutes, yet I had gotten into the third argument today. Even I'll admit it, sure, I bitch. Quite a lot actually but it's who I am, take it or leave it.
I'm pretty sure Dr. Summers would rather leave me
"Fine, fine, I'm done arguing with you on this subject" She said, curtly.
"Me too" I replied, folding my arms before me and turning once more to stare out the window.
A Minute Later…"Who was that boy at the garage? By the way he was staring at you, he looked like he fancied you, Baby" Her nasal voice broke into my thoughts of a certain someone, making me cringe.
My head pulled sharply to her, "No, don't even start with that, ya' hear?" I warned
She shrugged, a smirk forming on her lips, which meant she thought she got the best of me.
"Whatever you say…."
I glared at her for what seemed like the millionth time that day as she stopped at the red light. My eyes wandered from the psychiatrist I was a second away from strangling to a group of Greasers suddenly appearing and storming the crosswalk. From the looks of it, they were most likely on their way to a rumble of some sort.
Out of the clan of Grease's, one caught my eye and I immediately picked him out from the rest. His almost white blonde hair slicked back with grease as usual and leaving the front to slightly hang over his forehead. His infamous leather jacket zipped up halfway with his under shirt visible.
Before I knew what I was doing, I reacted. I propped myself onto my knees and stuck my head out from the open window, my stomach leaning down against the end "Dallas…Dally!" I yelled, trying to get his attention.
"Baby! Sit down at this instant!" I felt Dr. Bitch tugging at the back of my jacket. I gave her a bothersome glance and ignored her, "Dal!"
He looked about, his gaze hard and alert until those deep blue yet cold eyes of his fell upon me. I waved him over and as he began sauntering to the car, Dr. Summers grew overly conscious.
"Oh god, Oh my. He's coming over. Baby, sit down and pretend you don't know him-.."
"I know him, calm down. He's not going to hijack your precious out-of-date car" I fell back down into the seat and forced a relieved smile as he came up to the window.
"Look what we got here. A Baby" His words were seemingly cruel but they didn't hurt me since the voice that came with them wasn't harsh at all. It was normal and relaxed.
"Where have ya' been lately?" I asked, intrigued with him. I knew it was pathetic but I had, had the most plainly ordinary day. Dragging my ass out of bed, managing to go to school, and going over my work hours to listen to love songs on the radio as Sodapop Curtis worked under a car. A car, not my car. You dirty, dirty mind. Okay, I was probably the only one who pointed out that obviously bad joke to everyone.
But back to Dallas Winston!
At this point, Dr. Summers was hyperventilating in the drivers seat and I stared at her briefly, thinking 'And she thinks I'm crazy'
"Well, I've had a lot of shit to do. Things have been popping up. Fights, stealing cars, getting drunk and laid, you know how it is" He said, giving me a short glimpse of a grin.
I returned the expression. "I bet I do" I replied; yet both he and I knew I was lying.
"So….Who's this?" He cocked his head to the side and peered inside to the psychiatrist. She looked warily back at him but kept her mouth shut. It was a sight I was never going to forget.
"Um….Uh, she's just a….a friend." I quickly dismissed the introduction; I couldn't say 'This is my shrink, Dallas.'. No, I die.
"Is there a rumble going on?" I asked, stealing a glance at the rough-looking hoods standing not to far off, obviously waiting for Dallas.
"Sort of. Their might be, but not with the Socs. If Tim Shepherd don't pay me back for the tires he slashed on my new wheels, Me and the guys are going to get real friendly with his face" He smirked with satisfaction, punching his fist into his palm.
Dr. Summers gasped and I smiled "Good luck with that. Unless, you're the one who has their face punched in. I met Tim once, he's kinda of tough, don't ya think?"
He laughed and I frowned "He ain't tougher than my grandmother….if I…um, knew her….You see, Tim took lessons on being a dangerous hood from me, before that, he use to sit in his backyard and twist the heads off his sisters Barbie dolls."
I chuckled. "Just be careful"
"Why?" His tone was amused and he bent down to come face to face with me.
I had my arms crossed again and with my lips pursed, I said, "You figure it out…."
He grinned and leaned forward into the car, he placed a chaste kiss on my cheek and I was taken a back by the sudden show of funny affection. The side of his warm cheek touching mines. He hadn't kissed me sloppily, or eagerly. It was only a simple, soft kiss on my cheek and yet so much came out of it.
He eyed me temporarily and then with a chuckle, he said " I'll keep your words in mind. See you around, Baby" Leaving me melted.
I didn't realize how long I had been out of it, spaced out that is but when the car began moving, I blinked for the first time.
I slowly looked over to Dr. Summers, her eyes were fixated on the road and for a moment, I wondered what she was thinking. The corners of her mouth twitched "Before you say anything, I won't tell your father, Baby"
I nodded, a small smile still playing on my lips. I reached up to touch my cheek. I thought I had been over this hood, I thought I would begin a relationship of some sort of odd friendship.
Yet I found myself beginning to fall for him. Maybe I had this entire time and I never even stopped in the first place.
This day started off dull and was ending rather nicely. Nothing could ruin it now…
"…..I think I'm in-love with your father….."
TO BE CONTINUED…A/N: Lyrics at the top is an actual 60's song called "Hush all over the world" by Herman Hermit. I found a bunch if other songs for the decade which I might have for the chapters ahead, thanks to my extremely freakish "Happy Days" fanatic older sister for downloading them and playing them constantly over and over and over….AND OVER AGAIN!
