Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, and Mistie and Summer.
Mistie's POV~
I stood there for as long as I could hoping that I would wake up. Wake up in my bed, in New York, without a care in the world. I tried to convince myself that this was a nightmare, that what had happened was one really long dream. As my mother's front door creaked open I knew it was no dream.
She came out of the house and stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth fell open. It was extremely uncomfortable, remebering our fight before I left. My mother had said I was a small town girl with a city girls dreams and I had to accept the facts, that was all I was ever going to be. She was right.
" Mistie?" she said her voice shakey, I didn't want to answer her. " Mistie, is it really you? " I nodded my head slowly. Before I knew what was going on she had run down the sidewalk, and was hugging me. It suprosed how much one person could change in the time of 9 months. I was suprised to find myself hugging her back.
" Come on Mistie, I haven't changed your room. "
" Mom, are you sure you want to go back in there? "
" It's my house, isn't it? "she asked, I nodded. No wonder she always fought with people. She was always changing her mind, she never liked what people said about things.
I followed her into the house, 'Great' I thought 'Just great'
Summers POV~
I sat on my bed, reading a book. Just thinking, thinking about the fighting, thinking about schoolwork. There was a knock on my door, I looked up and my mother came in.
" Summer, I have something to tell you. "
" What? " I said annoyed
" Your sister is back! " as she said that Mistie appeared behind her. At first I was angry then uncontroalbly happy.
I jumped off of my bed and ran to her, my sister might be a year older then me but she can't help acting like me. We hugged and then I looked at her. " Mistie, you have gotten taller! You were supposed to stop growing. " I said joking
" I know, I know. So what have you been up to little sister? "
" Listen, I am going to start dinner while you two talk. Okay? "
We both nodded, as she went out of the room and shut the door I smiled at Mistie. " Come on sit down. " she sat down. " so what have you been up to? "
" I asked you first." she said
" Well, I have been hanging out with some people. "
" Like who? " she said curiously
" Ponyboy curtis, and his gang. That Dallas is really tough, I likehim though."
" Summer! You can't like Dallas Winston, that is so... so unmoral. He is so unmoral."
" Says you, I never said I liked him in the way that your thinking. He is really... entertaining once youget to know him. Of course you wouldn't have because you always lived with dad."
" Summer, don't start that again. It was your choice to stay with mom, I chose to go live with dad on the west side. Live with your decisions."
" Well you obviously have to. I know you did something to tick dad off. Otherwise he wouldn't have sent you back here."
" I didn't do anything!" she shouted, " Get it through your head that he just sent me back becuase there was no more room for me there!" she stood up pulled open the door and slammed it shut.
I just sat there shocked, she never used to yell at me like that. Even when she visited me from the west side. I have to figure out what happened, I have to. For her sake.
Mistie sat outside on the porch, the cool air whipped around her face. She sat staring at two figures across the street. They were hugging, one was definetly a woman, the other was a man. Mistie brought a finger to eye and wipped away a tear. She couldn't understand how othe people could be so happy, even people living one the east side.
Well thats the second chapter, sorry it took so long. I had alot to do. thanks to breej, Dallysgirl4life, and naria4 for reviewing
Mistie's POV~
I stood there for as long as I could hoping that I would wake up. Wake up in my bed, in New York, without a care in the world. I tried to convince myself that this was a nightmare, that what had happened was one really long dream. As my mother's front door creaked open I knew it was no dream.
She came out of the house and stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth fell open. It was extremely uncomfortable, remebering our fight before I left. My mother had said I was a small town girl with a city girls dreams and I had to accept the facts, that was all I was ever going to be. She was right.
" Mistie?" she said her voice shakey, I didn't want to answer her. " Mistie, is it really you? " I nodded my head slowly. Before I knew what was going on she had run down the sidewalk, and was hugging me. It suprosed how much one person could change in the time of 9 months. I was suprised to find myself hugging her back.
" Come on Mistie, I haven't changed your room. "
" Mom, are you sure you want to go back in there? "
" It's my house, isn't it? "she asked, I nodded. No wonder she always fought with people. She was always changing her mind, she never liked what people said about things.
I followed her into the house, 'Great' I thought 'Just great'
Summers POV~
I sat on my bed, reading a book. Just thinking, thinking about the fighting, thinking about schoolwork. There was a knock on my door, I looked up and my mother came in.
" Summer, I have something to tell you. "
" What? " I said annoyed
" Your sister is back! " as she said that Mistie appeared behind her. At first I was angry then uncontroalbly happy.
I jumped off of my bed and ran to her, my sister might be a year older then me but she can't help acting like me. We hugged and then I looked at her. " Mistie, you have gotten taller! You were supposed to stop growing. " I said joking
" I know, I know. So what have you been up to little sister? "
" Listen, I am going to start dinner while you two talk. Okay? "
We both nodded, as she went out of the room and shut the door I smiled at Mistie. " Come on sit down. " she sat down. " so what have you been up to? "
" I asked you first." she said
" Well, I have been hanging out with some people. "
" Like who? " she said curiously
" Ponyboy curtis, and his gang. That Dallas is really tough, I likehim though."
" Summer! You can't like Dallas Winston, that is so... so unmoral. He is so unmoral."
" Says you, I never said I liked him in the way that your thinking. He is really... entertaining once youget to know him. Of course you wouldn't have because you always lived with dad."
" Summer, don't start that again. It was your choice to stay with mom, I chose to go live with dad on the west side. Live with your decisions."
" Well you obviously have to. I know you did something to tick dad off. Otherwise he wouldn't have sent you back here."
" I didn't do anything!" she shouted, " Get it through your head that he just sent me back becuase there was no more room for me there!" she stood up pulled open the door and slammed it shut.
I just sat there shocked, she never used to yell at me like that. Even when she visited me from the west side. I have to figure out what happened, I have to. For her sake.
Mistie sat outside on the porch, the cool air whipped around her face. She sat staring at two figures across the street. They were hugging, one was definetly a woman, the other was a man. Mistie brought a finger to eye and wipped away a tear. She couldn't understand how othe people could be so happy, even people living one the east side.
Well thats the second chapter, sorry it took so long. I had alot to do. thanks to breej, Dallysgirl4life, and naria4 for reviewing