Chapter 5, yay! This story is gonna be long, I have a feeling. But that'll be okay because I've wanted to do a really long one for awhile. So, I guess I got my wish. I do NOT own Amara Adams-Docura. She belongs to Heaven. But her father, who may not be given a bigger role than to just be mentioned every now and then, is mine. I think. Yeah, he is. Unless Heaven wants him in which case he's all hers. Well, here's chapter five and the answers to your questions about who Colleen needs to be careful with. Hope you guys are enjoying this as much as I am writing it!
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Chapter 5- The Phone Call
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"I want you to be careful with him," my cousin said as soon as he was sure that Duckie was out of earshot.
I chocked on my chocolate milk.
"Careful with who," I asked incrediously.
"Johnny," Keith said. "You have to be careful with him. He's sensitive, you know. You can't hurt him. He's the gang's pet, everyone's little brother. And you're walking on dangerous ground. Dallas was gonna pull you aside and give you this talk, but I figured that this would be the less violent version seeing as how he's like that and you two have been at each other's throats."
"What are you saying," I asked, my voice cluless and blunt. I never was all that bright and sometimes people have to spell things out for me. This was one of those times. Plus, he was talking in circles. I hate it when people talk in circles.
"If you and Johnny are trying to be more than friends you have to be careful not to break his heart," Keith said, his voice trying not to rise in anger. I have this problem with getting on people's nerves.
"Keith, I'm not looking for anything more than friendship from anyone here," I stated truthfully. "Johnny is a good friend. I like him a lot, but only as a friend. I haven't done anything on purpose to make him think otherwise. Did he tell you that I did?"
"No," Keith said, "but we all think that there's something between you two. I hope that if there is, you won't hurt him. For your sake and for his."
I didn't really understand what my cousin meant by that. What was he talking about? Was Johnny really that important to the guys? I guessed that he was.
I nodded but said nothing more. I got up and walked down the road, lost in my thoughts. I finally reached Keith's house and walked in the front door. Auntie Vivian was at work more than likely, either that or she was out with Lillian. I was all alone. Usually, that terrified me, but I wanted to be alone for awhile so that I could think.
As I flopped down on the couch and threw my arm over my eyes, the phone rang. Lazily, I grabbed it and said a drowsy "hello".
"Is Colleen there," asked a familiar, feminine voice.
"Amara?! Is that you?!" I jumped up, clutching the phone hopefully. Could it be?
"Hey, chica," Amara said happily. "Good to hear your voice!"
"Same here. How are you?"
It seemed like she paused for a while before she finally said, "I'm okay. I've been better."
"You okay," I asked.
"Yeah. Just wanted to say hi to you."
There was sudden yelling in the background from Amara's end. That was her father... Amara had been my best friend from the beginning. I knew her father... He was abusive, and extremley so. He never beat up on Amara, though. She was a daddy's girl. He loved Amara.
"No, you didn't," I said. "I know something's up. What is it?"
"We had a BM meeting today," she whispered nervously. Her father didn't know that she was in the gang. "Something has come up. Solo won't say much, but it's important, I can tell. You should really be here..."
"Yeah, I wish I was there," I said, the meloncholy feeling in my heart creeping into my voice. "Have him call me, Amara, please. I need him to call me."
"I'll see what I can do," Amara said hurridely. "I've got to go, Colleen. I'll talk to you later, huh?"
"Yeah, see ya," I said. We hung up at the same time.
I slouched down on the couch and chewed on my fingernails. They were down to the nubs already so there wasn't much more harm that could come out of it.
What could be so important that Solo wouldn't tell anyone? It had to be something...horrific. I sat there and pondered a while, eventually falling asleep.
When I awoke, it was dark outside. The room was pitch black, but I could hear Two-Bit's light snoring from his room. I sighed and sat up. I felt so alone. I hate being alone. Why, I never figured it out. Whatever the reason, I never stayed alone if I could help it. If I was ever alone, I got so scared that I had slight panic attacks. No one's perfect though, are they?
I grabbed my light jacket and walked out of the house. The streets were empty. I vaguely wondered what time it was.
Silently, I walked in the moonlight. An owl hooted somewhere. Nothing around me really caught my attention much. That is, until someone called my name.
I turned around, only to see Dallas Winston and Steve Randell coming towards me. I heaved a big sigh and resigned to walking backwards.
"What do you bums want," I called to them, zipping my jacket up and wrapping my arms around myself.
"You cold," Dallas inquired. Why did he care if I was cold?
"Nah, not really," I said. "Gets colder than this in England and Ireland."
Dallas shrugged off his jacket and gently wrapped it around my shoulders. As much as I hated to admit it, it was a nice, warm jacket. The wool lining was really soft. I didn't even mind the smell of cigarette smoke.
"So, what are ya doin' walking around here all by your lonesome at this time of night," asked Steve.
I simply shrugged. How was I supposed to answer that question if I didn't even know? I didn't really say anything after that.
"Well, ol' Tim Shepard is out lookin for me," Dallas said. "Hey, you think you can do me a favor, baby?"
Tiredly, I asked,"What?" I had a feeling that I really didn't want to know.
"Well," Dallas drawled, lighting a smoke and taking a long drag before he continued."I'm not really in the condition to fight Tim right now, so I figured that you, being a pretty lil' dame and all, could distract him for me while I get on to the Curtis house."
"And when do you want me to do this?" I was going to hate myself in the morning for this one.
"Right now," Dallas said, jumping behind a tree as a car turned around the corner. He grabbed his jacket off of my shoulders and I gasped as the cool night air came back to me.
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Okay, that's it. All done for this chapter. I thought that was a good place to leave off because it's a good cliff hanger. And also, because I was out of ideas for now. Well, Later Days, Loyal Readers! Review!
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Chapter 5- The Phone Call
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"I want you to be careful with him," my cousin said as soon as he was sure that Duckie was out of earshot.
I chocked on my chocolate milk.
"Careful with who," I asked incrediously.
"Johnny," Keith said. "You have to be careful with him. He's sensitive, you know. You can't hurt him. He's the gang's pet, everyone's little brother. And you're walking on dangerous ground. Dallas was gonna pull you aside and give you this talk, but I figured that this would be the less violent version seeing as how he's like that and you two have been at each other's throats."
"What are you saying," I asked, my voice cluless and blunt. I never was all that bright and sometimes people have to spell things out for me. This was one of those times. Plus, he was talking in circles. I hate it when people talk in circles.
"If you and Johnny are trying to be more than friends you have to be careful not to break his heart," Keith said, his voice trying not to rise in anger. I have this problem with getting on people's nerves.
"Keith, I'm not looking for anything more than friendship from anyone here," I stated truthfully. "Johnny is a good friend. I like him a lot, but only as a friend. I haven't done anything on purpose to make him think otherwise. Did he tell you that I did?"
"No," Keith said, "but we all think that there's something between you two. I hope that if there is, you won't hurt him. For your sake and for his."
I didn't really understand what my cousin meant by that. What was he talking about? Was Johnny really that important to the guys? I guessed that he was.
I nodded but said nothing more. I got up and walked down the road, lost in my thoughts. I finally reached Keith's house and walked in the front door. Auntie Vivian was at work more than likely, either that or she was out with Lillian. I was all alone. Usually, that terrified me, but I wanted to be alone for awhile so that I could think.
As I flopped down on the couch and threw my arm over my eyes, the phone rang. Lazily, I grabbed it and said a drowsy "hello".
"Is Colleen there," asked a familiar, feminine voice.
"Amara?! Is that you?!" I jumped up, clutching the phone hopefully. Could it be?
"Hey, chica," Amara said happily. "Good to hear your voice!"
"Same here. How are you?"
It seemed like she paused for a while before she finally said, "I'm okay. I've been better."
"You okay," I asked.
"Yeah. Just wanted to say hi to you."
There was sudden yelling in the background from Amara's end. That was her father... Amara had been my best friend from the beginning. I knew her father... He was abusive, and extremley so. He never beat up on Amara, though. She was a daddy's girl. He loved Amara.
"No, you didn't," I said. "I know something's up. What is it?"
"We had a BM meeting today," she whispered nervously. Her father didn't know that she was in the gang. "Something has come up. Solo won't say much, but it's important, I can tell. You should really be here..."
"Yeah, I wish I was there," I said, the meloncholy feeling in my heart creeping into my voice. "Have him call me, Amara, please. I need him to call me."
"I'll see what I can do," Amara said hurridely. "I've got to go, Colleen. I'll talk to you later, huh?"
"Yeah, see ya," I said. We hung up at the same time.
I slouched down on the couch and chewed on my fingernails. They were down to the nubs already so there wasn't much more harm that could come out of it.
What could be so important that Solo wouldn't tell anyone? It had to be something...horrific. I sat there and pondered a while, eventually falling asleep.
When I awoke, it was dark outside. The room was pitch black, but I could hear Two-Bit's light snoring from his room. I sighed and sat up. I felt so alone. I hate being alone. Why, I never figured it out. Whatever the reason, I never stayed alone if I could help it. If I was ever alone, I got so scared that I had slight panic attacks. No one's perfect though, are they?
I grabbed my light jacket and walked out of the house. The streets were empty. I vaguely wondered what time it was.
Silently, I walked in the moonlight. An owl hooted somewhere. Nothing around me really caught my attention much. That is, until someone called my name.
I turned around, only to see Dallas Winston and Steve Randell coming towards me. I heaved a big sigh and resigned to walking backwards.
"What do you bums want," I called to them, zipping my jacket up and wrapping my arms around myself.
"You cold," Dallas inquired. Why did he care if I was cold?
"Nah, not really," I said. "Gets colder than this in England and Ireland."
Dallas shrugged off his jacket and gently wrapped it around my shoulders. As much as I hated to admit it, it was a nice, warm jacket. The wool lining was really soft. I didn't even mind the smell of cigarette smoke.
"So, what are ya doin' walking around here all by your lonesome at this time of night," asked Steve.
I simply shrugged. How was I supposed to answer that question if I didn't even know? I didn't really say anything after that.
"Well, ol' Tim Shepard is out lookin for me," Dallas said. "Hey, you think you can do me a favor, baby?"
Tiredly, I asked,"What?" I had a feeling that I really didn't want to know.
"Well," Dallas drawled, lighting a smoke and taking a long drag before he continued."I'm not really in the condition to fight Tim right now, so I figured that you, being a pretty lil' dame and all, could distract him for me while I get on to the Curtis house."
"And when do you want me to do this?" I was going to hate myself in the morning for this one.
"Right now," Dallas said, jumping behind a tree as a car turned around the corner. He grabbed his jacket off of my shoulders and I gasped as the cool night air came back to me.
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Okay, that's it. All done for this chapter. I thought that was a good place to leave off because it's a good cliff hanger. And also, because I was out of ideas for now. Well, Later Days, Loyal Readers! Review!