Don't Touch Me.....
Disclaimer: I only own Kevyn and her family.
Yeah, Dad, what do you need me to unpack?
Well, you've already done your room, why don't you start on George's?
What! That's not...why can't he do it,
He's a little boy,
He's seven years old!
Don't you get smart with me,
I'm not.He knows how to unpack boxes and put his things away. I told my dad.
George, what do you think of all this pal? Dad asked him
I don't wanna, he whined
George! I yelled
Now, Kevyn you know how hard it is for the boy not to have a mother, Dad said
Dad, he was three, he doesn't even remember her! I was eleven, I've missed having a mom in my teenage years, I yelled
At least you knew her, he doesn't even remember her, and stop being such a brat, My father told me calmly.
I'm not...you know as well as I do that he can unpack his own damn boxes, I grumbled.
Dad just sighed.
All right, you heard her little man. It'll be just like putting away your toys. Dad explained.
I'll go unpack the kitchen stuff, I announced before I could hear George's complaint.
Then what? Dad asked me
I met some guys a few minutes ago...might go hang with them, I said cautiously.
Boys.....Kevyn, haven't we talked?
Yes, but you know as well as I do that I can handle myself, and they're nice, I said.
Then I went into the kitchen to unpack those boxes.
I would go out to meet the guys anyway. Dad doesn't really care what I do. All he does is mourn his dead wife and baby George. Once in a while he'll look up to make sure I'm still breathing. Or maybe he's just stretching his neck.
And the last dish is finished, I said as I carefully stacked the last dish on the pile.
Dad, I'm going out, be back sometime, I yelled as I opened the door.
Yeah, just make sometime before noon tomorrow, he called back.
See what I mean?
I hopped off the steps and headed over to the house that the guys were playing football at earlier. I knocked on the door and stepped back, wondering if I had the right house.
How many times do I havta tell ya, we don't want......Kevyn! Soda cried enthusiastically when he saw me.
What, you don't want me? I joked.
Nawwww, thought you were a salesman or something,
I hate those, I remarked.
Me too,
Look who showed up, he announced as we walked into what I guessed was the living room.
That blonde chick from last night? Two Bit asked.
I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
You and your blondes Two Bit, Pony said and rolled his eyes.
Make that the blonde from about an hour ago, Soda said
Kevyn! Two Bit yelled and ran over to hug me.
Yeah....let go.... I said and pried him off me.
Sorry, its just so boring around here, we need something to do, he explained.
You know, that ain't too reassuring, I told him.
His eyes widened.
Jesus, I didn't mean it like that....we're not...I mean....he rambled.
I grinned.
I know, you don't seem the type anyway
What's the type? asked Steve from the couch.
I just shrugged.
You wanna sit down, there's room on the couch, Johnny told me shyly
Yeah, thanks Johnny, I said as I sat down.
No problem,
So, how'd the unpacking go? Pony asked
I sighed.
First my dad wanted me to unpack George's room, but I managed to do the kitchen,
Why couldn't the kid unpack his own damn room? Steve asked
I don't know...my dad has babied him ever since our mom....... I trailed off.
That sucks, Two Bit chimed in.
Its the shits, I agreed with a grin.
You want to stay for dinner, I think Darry's gonna make beef stew? Soda asked
I paused for a second before remembering that they had an older brother.
Sure sounds great,
Don't you need to ask? asked a puzzled Pony
No....my dad said just to be home before noon tomorrow, I said and shrugged it off.
Sounds like us, Steve said
Yeah....Pony and Soda gotta be home at night most of the time or else they'll be taken to a boys home, Two Bits mom doesn't really care, but he helps with his little sister anyway, Dally's dad doesn't give a damn, but Dally goes and finds him just to yell and blow off steam once in a while, Johnny's parents hit him and really don't give a crap about him, Steve informed me.
And you? I asked softly
Me? My moms all right I guess, but my old man's got a real bad temper, I've gotten it from him, he kicks me out about three times or so a week then gives me compensation money when I go back,
Damn, I remarked
I'm used to it by now, what about you?
What do you mean?
I told you all our situations, now you tell yours, he told me
You all ready....fine. My dad is too busy mourning and babying my kid brother to even really care what happens to me as long as he knows I'm alive,
That's better than some of us, Johnny chimed in quietly.
I smiled softly at him.
Can I use the bathroom? I asked Pony.
Sure, second door on the right, he told me.
Thanks Pony, I said as I got up from the couch.
As I was opening the door I heard another voice joining with the guys.
Dallas Winston....great, I mumbled.
So the broad showed up? he asked someone.
Yeah, she's in the bathroom, Pony told him.
Damn it Pony, why'd you tell him? Oh well...I'd see him anyway,' I thought.
I opened the bathroom and walked back into the living room to find Dally leaning against the doorway.
Long time no see, he drawled.
Like wise, too bad its not longer, I retorted.
He walked over to me. I could smell him. Dallas Winston smelled like cheap cologne, sweat, tobacco and something I couldn't place.
Feisty thing ain't ya, he said as he snaked an arm around my waist.
I yelled in frustration as I flipped him over me.
Don't touch me! I yelled.
Then it hit me.
Dally smelled like lust.
I was going to say blood...he can smell like blood later though.
Tell me what you think.
Love ya
Fyre
