Okay, chapter two! Yay! This is a strange story. It's kinda based on Moulin Rouge, but not really. Did that make any sense? Well, just want to say a few things.
Tashue- Thanks for the info. I'll keep that in mind the next time I start Dallas on a cussing rampage. But when somone tried to cream my head into the pavement, I was pretty pissed. But hey, that's just me.
That's it, I think. All right. On with chapter 2!!!!
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Chapter 2-
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I opened my eyes slightly, looking around. I'd just had the weirdest dream that I had ever had. I had been sitting in the park and Hank Williams had appeared out of nowhere and was singing one of his many corny songs, chasing me around. The funny thing was that I could still hear his horrid voice. Then I remembered where I was. I swore to myself that I would never fall asleep at Buck's house again while I was drunk.
About that time, the door was kicked open and the sound flooded the room. My head jerked up and I looked towards the door.
Standing there was ol' Tim Shepard himself, his arm around some broad. He was laughing and she was giggling. Apparently, they hadn't noticed me yet. I cleared my throat.
"Oh, hey, Dally," Tim said, smiling at me. "How's things going?"
"They'd be going a lot better if you hadn't tried to ground me into the pavement," I replied sluggishly. I rubbed my eyes and yawned.
"Do ya mind," he asked, his voice holding a note of impaitence.
"Mind what," I questioned.
"Well, Gwen and I would like to use this room, if you aren't," he sighed.
I looked at the girl he was talking about and then my heart froze. It was the girl from earlier. The one who had went to Sylvia's. I hadn't reconize her.
Her soft brown hair was swept up into a pobytail and her face was more clearly visible. She was wearing make-up, but not to the extreme that it was slutty. Her skirt was knee-length and the sweater she was wearing looked awfully familiar. Then it hit me. It was one of Sylvia's. It was the blue one that I had spilled beer on then told her made her face look fat when she'd started cussing at me.
The beer stain had come out and it looked exqusite with the girl's bluish-greenish eyes. She looked at me briefly and then huddled closer to Tim's side.
"I'm sleeping here," I sighed, lying back on the bed. "There are other bedrooms around this house, you know?"
Tim said something that I didn't really hear, but sounded like something that would start another fight, and walked away with the girl.
What was she doing at this kind of party? And with Tim Shepard. That black-haired hood used women just like I did. Didn't that poor girl know what she was in for?
I sighed again and rolled over on my stomach. She'd find out soon enough, I thought darkly. Sleep tugged my eyes closed again and I was soon out again.
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Okay. I look foward to the reviews. You guys are really wonderful, you know? Thank you so much! Later Days, Loyal Readers! Review.
Tashue- Thanks for the info. I'll keep that in mind the next time I start Dallas on a cussing rampage. But when somone tried to cream my head into the pavement, I was pretty pissed. But hey, that's just me.
That's it, I think. All right. On with chapter 2!!!!
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Chapter 2-
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I opened my eyes slightly, looking around. I'd just had the weirdest dream that I had ever had. I had been sitting in the park and Hank Williams had appeared out of nowhere and was singing one of his many corny songs, chasing me around. The funny thing was that I could still hear his horrid voice. Then I remembered where I was. I swore to myself that I would never fall asleep at Buck's house again while I was drunk.
About that time, the door was kicked open and the sound flooded the room. My head jerked up and I looked towards the door.
Standing there was ol' Tim Shepard himself, his arm around some broad. He was laughing and she was giggling. Apparently, they hadn't noticed me yet. I cleared my throat.
"Oh, hey, Dally," Tim said, smiling at me. "How's things going?"
"They'd be going a lot better if you hadn't tried to ground me into the pavement," I replied sluggishly. I rubbed my eyes and yawned.
"Do ya mind," he asked, his voice holding a note of impaitence.
"Mind what," I questioned.
"Well, Gwen and I would like to use this room, if you aren't," he sighed.
I looked at the girl he was talking about and then my heart froze. It was the girl from earlier. The one who had went to Sylvia's. I hadn't reconize her.
Her soft brown hair was swept up into a pobytail and her face was more clearly visible. She was wearing make-up, but not to the extreme that it was slutty. Her skirt was knee-length and the sweater she was wearing looked awfully familiar. Then it hit me. It was one of Sylvia's. It was the blue one that I had spilled beer on then told her made her face look fat when she'd started cussing at me.
The beer stain had come out and it looked exqusite with the girl's bluish-greenish eyes. She looked at me briefly and then huddled closer to Tim's side.
"I'm sleeping here," I sighed, lying back on the bed. "There are other bedrooms around this house, you know?"
Tim said something that I didn't really hear, but sounded like something that would start another fight, and walked away with the girl.
What was she doing at this kind of party? And with Tim Shepard. That black-haired hood used women just like I did. Didn't that poor girl know what she was in for?
I sighed again and rolled over on my stomach. She'd find out soon enough, I thought darkly. Sleep tugged my eyes closed again and I was soon out again.
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Okay. I look foward to the reviews. You guys are really wonderful, you know? Thank you so much! Later Days, Loyal Readers! Review.