Wow, long time since I updated this, huh? Well, I've been neglecting it. I'M SO SORRY! I was trying to finish the fifth Harry Potter book, and it's safe to say that I strongly dislike J.K.Rowling for killing off my favorite character. Anyway, you know the drill. I own no one from The Outsiders. I also don't own Missy "Duckie" Winston or Amara Adams. This chapter is actually inspired by a song called "My Finest Hour" by Cindy Valentine from a movie called Teen Witch. I love that song. That, and another of her songs, "Never Gonna Be The Same Again". I do not own those songs, all right? So, with that done, on with the long overdue chapter 8!
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Chapter 8: My Finest Hour
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"Wait a minute," Keith butted in, stepping foward. "I thought you said that your boyfriend's name is Solo."
Keith's friends looked at me questioningly. Just as Bonnie and Clyde were reuntied, someone had to open their bigh mouth...
"Bonnie?" Jonathan was looking deep into my eyes.
"Someone gonna explain?" Darn Keith and his mouth! I glared daggers at him then prepared myself to answer.
"Well, this is Solo," I said. "But you see, his real name is Jonathan. He just. . .doesn't like for people to know that he's Solo. Kinda like a secret disguise type thing." {Okay, lame, I know. But I couldn't think of anything else. I forgot what I was going to say, so this will have to do. Flame me if you want. This is the only thing I could think of.}
"Works for me," Keith said. He then walked up to Solo and shook hands with him. The introductions began and I was forgotten. I didn't mind. The distraction gave me more time to run my eyes over that wonderful body of Solo's. {Ooh, sounds like someone's a bit. . .excited? ^_^}
The whole time everyone was getting to know one another, Dallas stood off to the side. If looks could kill, Solo would have been engulfed in flames and reduced to ashes in seconds. {How many times has that been used?} What was his problem? Solo hadn't done anything to him. I started foward to confront Dallas when two strong hands on my hips pulled me back against someone. I sighed. My backside was cradled by Solo's hips, his arms wrapped about my waist, his lips resting on my neck. {ooh, maybe children shouldn't read this? It's gettin' a little out of hand. I'll get the hose!}
"What say we go away for awhile," Solo whispered. I shivered as his breath ghosted against my skin.
"I say all right."
I felt him smile. He quickly pulled me to his car and gentlemanly hepled me into the passenger's seat. He quickly got in and we drove away. Where were we going? Oh, I couldn't care less. As long as I was with him, with the promise of privacy, that was all I needed to know.
He pulled up to one of the nicest hotels in town and helped me out again. Murmured words about him having a room here barely reached my ears as he led me up the stairs. My heart was beating frantically, pounding in my ears. Pulses were racing. I didn't even notice as he shut the room's door behind me. I sure did notice when his hands returned. I missed the gently caresses of his hands, his lips, everything. The bed was suddenly underneath me. There was nothing gentle about him this time. I didn't care. I matched him kiss for kiss, touch for touch.
"I don't have. . . " Solo panted, digging through his wallet then throwing it across the room. "I don't have one, honey. We should stop."
Stop? No, he didn't just say stop, did he? No. No stopping now. I roughly pulled him down to me again.
"Don't you dare stop, Jonathan Kincade." I could barely breathe anymore. I didn't care. What teenage male used protection nowadays? Not many, but Solo did. Always for my sake. I just didn't care right now. I didn't care if I would get pregnant. It was highly unlikely that I would. So, what was a little risk now and then?
I suddenly rolled, bringing Solo underneath me. The shock of this was evident on his face. He chuckled.
"Well, this is something new," he said huskily. "You've changed, Colleen."
"I have," I faintly heard myself say. So, I'd changed a bit. Who cared? He wasn't complaining. This was something new. I'd never felt this in control. I wasn't afraid to show him how I felt. We were in love. Things changed, but I wouldn't let them change between us. This was my finest hour. I was going to take my chances tonight.
I leaned down and placed a cherishing kiss on his chest, right above his heart. And with that sweet, simple action, the best night of love that Solo had ever given me began.
{Okay, we can just skip this because everyone knows what's going on here, so we can just skip it. If you don't know, don't ask. Go ask your parents.}
It was much later that I sunk down into the mattress. My limbs ached with tiredness. Solo was lying beside me, nipping playfully at my neck. Even now, when I was about to pass out, I felt so alive. If only because I was in Solo's arms, I don't know. I didn't care. I just loved this feeling.
"Colleen, we shouldn't have," he whispered against the crook of my neck.
"Don't tell me that you're regretting this, Solo." Oh God, if he regretted something so beautiful as what had just taken place I would burst into tears.
"No, it's not that, Colleen." He sat up and looked into my eyes. "It's just, what if I just got you pregnant? I don't want to cause something like that and then not be around to help you."
What was he talking about? "Solo, you'll always be around to help me. Always and forever. Remember? We promised that. If I do get pregnant, so what? We love one another and we can raise a baby. We'll get married!"
"Dear, sweet, optimistic Colleen," sighed Solo. He looked so sad. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. "If something should happen to me, I would want you to know that I love you so much. Do you hear me? I love you."
"I love you, too, Solo," I said, my own eyes watering. Something was wrong. He kept going on and on about how he wouldn't be here one day. What would I do then, he asked.
"Solo, stop it!" By now, I was crying freely. "Stop talking like that! Just stop it! There is nothing that can ever come between us! Now, just hush. I'm going to go take a bath, I'll be back."
"All right, sweetheart." He kissed me lovingly then watched as I walked into the bathroom.
I ran the tub full of hot water. Bathing salts were added, along with some bubble bath. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. My flat stomach caught my eyes. Call me vain, but I loved my flat belly. It was bruised right now from that last beating I had gotten from those Socs. Little did I know, as I stared at myself then slipped into the tub, that in a few month's time, my cherished small waist line would be swelling with the little life inside of me. . .
*Finest Hour*
I'm not afraid to show you how I feel
I'm not afraid to say I've changed
So many things have happened
Too many times
I can't help my feelings alive
It's gonna be my finest hour
I'm gonna take my chance tonight
Don't stop me now cause I've got the power
Just be with me in my finest hour
There'll be candlelight
As the music plays
As we sip champaigne through the night
And you take my hand
And we start to dance
When we share a kiss
It'll be alright
It's gonna be my finest hour
I'm gonna take my chance tonight
Don't stop me now cause I've got the power
Just be with me in my finest hour tonight
It's gonna be my finest hour
I'm gonna take my chance tonight
Don't stop me now cause I've got the power
Just be with me in my finest hour
It's gonna be my finest hour
I'm gonna take my chance tonight
Don't stop me now cause I've got the power
Just be with me in my finest hour
tonighhhttttttt
It's gonna be my finest hour
I'm gonna take my chance tonight
Don't stop me now cause I've got the power
Just be with me in my finest hour
~Cindy Valentine and Larry Weir
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And CUT! That's a rap. Thank you for your time. That came off kind of lame, but sorry, I wasn't that inspired. But I thought that I would get this chapter out just the same. I don't know when the next one will be coming, but I'll try to get it out just the same. As for my other stories, it's the same deal. Well, Later Days, Loyal Readers! Reivew, please.
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Chapter 8: My Finest Hour
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"Wait a minute," Keith butted in, stepping foward. "I thought you said that your boyfriend's name is Solo."
Keith's friends looked at me questioningly. Just as Bonnie and Clyde were reuntied, someone had to open their bigh mouth...
"Bonnie?" Jonathan was looking deep into my eyes.
"Someone gonna explain?" Darn Keith and his mouth! I glared daggers at him then prepared myself to answer.
"Well, this is Solo," I said. "But you see, his real name is Jonathan. He just. . .doesn't like for people to know that he's Solo. Kinda like a secret disguise type thing." {Okay, lame, I know. But I couldn't think of anything else. I forgot what I was going to say, so this will have to do. Flame me if you want. This is the only thing I could think of.}
"Works for me," Keith said. He then walked up to Solo and shook hands with him. The introductions began and I was forgotten. I didn't mind. The distraction gave me more time to run my eyes over that wonderful body of Solo's. {Ooh, sounds like someone's a bit. . .excited? ^_^}
The whole time everyone was getting to know one another, Dallas stood off to the side. If looks could kill, Solo would have been engulfed in flames and reduced to ashes in seconds. {How many times has that been used?} What was his problem? Solo hadn't done anything to him. I started foward to confront Dallas when two strong hands on my hips pulled me back against someone. I sighed. My backside was cradled by Solo's hips, his arms wrapped about my waist, his lips resting on my neck. {ooh, maybe children shouldn't read this? It's gettin' a little out of hand. I'll get the hose!}
"What say we go away for awhile," Solo whispered. I shivered as his breath ghosted against my skin.
"I say all right."
I felt him smile. He quickly pulled me to his car and gentlemanly hepled me into the passenger's seat. He quickly got in and we drove away. Where were we going? Oh, I couldn't care less. As long as I was with him, with the promise of privacy, that was all I needed to know.
He pulled up to one of the nicest hotels in town and helped me out again. Murmured words about him having a room here barely reached my ears as he led me up the stairs. My heart was beating frantically, pounding in my ears. Pulses were racing. I didn't even notice as he shut the room's door behind me. I sure did notice when his hands returned. I missed the gently caresses of his hands, his lips, everything. The bed was suddenly underneath me. There was nothing gentle about him this time. I didn't care. I matched him kiss for kiss, touch for touch.
"I don't have. . . " Solo panted, digging through his wallet then throwing it across the room. "I don't have one, honey. We should stop."
Stop? No, he didn't just say stop, did he? No. No stopping now. I roughly pulled him down to me again.
"Don't you dare stop, Jonathan Kincade." I could barely breathe anymore. I didn't care. What teenage male used protection nowadays? Not many, but Solo did. Always for my sake. I just didn't care right now. I didn't care if I would get pregnant. It was highly unlikely that I would. So, what was a little risk now and then?
I suddenly rolled, bringing Solo underneath me. The shock of this was evident on his face. He chuckled.
"Well, this is something new," he said huskily. "You've changed, Colleen."
"I have," I faintly heard myself say. So, I'd changed a bit. Who cared? He wasn't complaining. This was something new. I'd never felt this in control. I wasn't afraid to show him how I felt. We were in love. Things changed, but I wouldn't let them change between us. This was my finest hour. I was going to take my chances tonight.
I leaned down and placed a cherishing kiss on his chest, right above his heart. And with that sweet, simple action, the best night of love that Solo had ever given me began.
{Okay, we can just skip this because everyone knows what's going on here, so we can just skip it. If you don't know, don't ask. Go ask your parents.}
It was much later that I sunk down into the mattress. My limbs ached with tiredness. Solo was lying beside me, nipping playfully at my neck. Even now, when I was about to pass out, I felt so alive. If only because I was in Solo's arms, I don't know. I didn't care. I just loved this feeling.
"Colleen, we shouldn't have," he whispered against the crook of my neck.
"Don't tell me that you're regretting this, Solo." Oh God, if he regretted something so beautiful as what had just taken place I would burst into tears.
"No, it's not that, Colleen." He sat up and looked into my eyes. "It's just, what if I just got you pregnant? I don't want to cause something like that and then not be around to help you."
What was he talking about? "Solo, you'll always be around to help me. Always and forever. Remember? We promised that. If I do get pregnant, so what? We love one another and we can raise a baby. We'll get married!"
"Dear, sweet, optimistic Colleen," sighed Solo. He looked so sad. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. "If something should happen to me, I would want you to know that I love you so much. Do you hear me? I love you."
"I love you, too, Solo," I said, my own eyes watering. Something was wrong. He kept going on and on about how he wouldn't be here one day. What would I do then, he asked.
"Solo, stop it!" By now, I was crying freely. "Stop talking like that! Just stop it! There is nothing that can ever come between us! Now, just hush. I'm going to go take a bath, I'll be back."
"All right, sweetheart." He kissed me lovingly then watched as I walked into the bathroom.
I ran the tub full of hot water. Bathing salts were added, along with some bubble bath. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. My flat stomach caught my eyes. Call me vain, but I loved my flat belly. It was bruised right now from that last beating I had gotten from those Socs. Little did I know, as I stared at myself then slipped into the tub, that in a few month's time, my cherished small waist line would be swelling with the little life inside of me. . .
*Finest Hour*
I'm not afraid to show you how I feel
I'm not afraid to say I've changed
So many things have happened
Too many times
I can't help my feelings alive
It's gonna be my finest hour
I'm gonna take my chance tonight
Don't stop me now cause I've got the power
Just be with me in my finest hour
There'll be candlelight
As the music plays
As we sip champaigne through the night
And you take my hand
And we start to dance
When we share a kiss
It'll be alright
It's gonna be my finest hour
I'm gonna take my chance tonight
Don't stop me now cause I've got the power
Just be with me in my finest hour tonight
It's gonna be my finest hour
I'm gonna take my chance tonight
Don't stop me now cause I've got the power
Just be with me in my finest hour
It's gonna be my finest hour
I'm gonna take my chance tonight
Don't stop me now cause I've got the power
Just be with me in my finest hour
tonighhhttttttt
It's gonna be my finest hour
I'm gonna take my chance tonight
Don't stop me now cause I've got the power
Just be with me in my finest hour
~Cindy Valentine and Larry Weir
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And CUT! That's a rap. Thank you for your time. That came off kind of lame, but sorry, I wasn't that inspired. But I thought that I would get this chapter out just the same. I don't know when the next one will be coming, but I'll try to get it out just the same. As for my other stories, it's the same deal. Well, Later Days, Loyal Readers! Reivew, please.