disclaimer: characters=S.E. Hinton's (and M&M's=Mars Corporation and Big Red=Wrigley's)
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me=writing fic on her books
me=not owning characters
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and sorry for taking so long to write and post
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y'all must bear with me
oh yeah
here's the fic
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About a week later, I ditched my car at the house and took a walk around town. Stumbling into a gas station to pick up some gum, I saw a familiar person buying a pack of color-coated candies. I don't know if M&M saw me. I got my pack quickly and got out of there. I almost forgot to pay for it.
What did I have to say to him anyway? Man, I' m sorry you screwed up your head?
Popping a stick in my mouth, I headed down the street. I'm a coward I thought. I got to face up to all the junk I ran away from before. It's hard though.
I kept walking and ended up in front of that bar again. That stupid bar. Man. Man, Charlie.
I don't want to talk to M&M or Cathy, or anybody. I want to go to sleep and forget that there are other people in the world. Forget what I've done, forget what happened.
Sitting there, under my breath cursing out every person I ever knew, I could see M&M walking up to me.
I hadn't really looked at him before at the gas station. Now I had my chance. He seemed a lot like when we ran into each other at the drugstore a while back. He looked like a normal guy. Short hair, decent clothes, decent shoes. But around his neck was a long piece of rawhide, most of it tucked under his shirt. I could faintly see something round poking through, and I had a good idea what it was.
Tilting my head at me, I told him, "This is a bad side of town. You really shouldn't be around here."
He had a blank expression that I couldn't read.
"I used to come around here all the time looking for you and Mark."
"Yeah," I said. I hadn't forgotten much about back then.
"And I'm just down the street all the time at the drugstore, too."
He sat down beside me and held out some M&M's. Hadn't ate any in a while. Pretty good.
"Want a piece of Big Red?" I asked him.
He took it and stuck it in his pocket.
We sat there a while, munching on this candy. Suddenly he spoke up.
"You know, I think she's going to forgive you."
I looked at him, and didn't say anything at first. Cathy was most of what I thought about lately.
"Really?' I said, just to say something. M&M wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it. I knew that.
"She will."
"I haven't got to talk to her since the other night."
"Go talk to her now."
"Right now?"
"If you want. She's at home."
"Um...okay." Even though I wasn't acting like it and even though I didn't want to talk to anybody a few minutes okay, I really wanted to see Cathy. "What are you gonna do?"
"I'm going to go to the drugstore."
"Got any money?"
"A little. Fifty-three cents."
"Here, take a dollar."
"That's okay, Bryon."
"C'mon, I owe you anyways."
"For what?'
"All those times you loaned me money."
"You paid me back."
"You never made me pay interest, though."
"That's what friends do."
I smiled at him, and I haven't smiled much lately. And he smiled back. I'm glad he still could.
I shoved the dollar in his hand. And started walking again. I was hoping to see that same smile on Cathy. He headed the other way towards the drugstore, and after a while he called out "I'll pay you back, Bryon!"
Nice kid.
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I got to her house at about 7:30. It was started to cool off a bit. I hesitated walking to the door, but I went up there and knocked anyways. Her mom answered, and even though there were 5 or so kids screaming their heads off inside, she smiled at me. Guess Cathy had never told here what a jerk I'd been. Behind her, someone came up asking, "Who is it, Mom?"
"Hi, Cathy," I said.
Cathy steeped out, and her mom shut the door.
"Hi," She said.
"Um...do you think we can go somewhere and talk? Are you hungry?"
"Sure, and yes."
"Okay, how about Martha's?" I didn't exactly pick a cool place, but I wanted to talk with out someone like Angela or Curtis or anyone else for that matter messing with us. "Is it okay if we walk? I left my car at my house."
"It's fine. Give me a minute."
She went inside, and I'm not sure why but I started to count. She was back within 48 seconds.
We walked, her dragging a little bit behind, silently. It was a lot like when I was sitting on the side of the road with M&M, except I wasn't shoving chocolate bits down my mouth this time.
"So how..." I started and then stopped.
"Are you..." I began again and shut-up again until we got to that over-rated shack. "Pretty fancy, huh?'
She just nodded and ordered a coke at the front, and I doubled the order. Soon we were sitting there, her sipping and me biting down on my straw. I figured that I should say something now.
"Okay, Cathy." She looked up at me and I kept talking, now a little faster. "You probably know what I'm gonna say." Now slower. "I...I..." Her eyes were focused on me, and I could feel my body shaking along with my voice. "I'm sorry, Cathy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I wanted her to hold my hand or something, guide me through this. "First I was freaked out about you and M...and then Mark...Mark..." I guess it would never stop hurting to think about him. "Then I lost Mark...and I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't feel anything. I didn't want to hurt you but I couldn't feel anything. Nothing." She looked down at my now spilt coke. I steadied myself. Still starting intently at the table, she quietly said:
"I lost M&M and you all at once."
I started to cry a little bit. Not sob, just a few burning tears.
"I lost myself. And you. And your brother. And my brother. He hates me Cathy. He hates me. You didn't deserve what I did to you, but I didn't deserve you. I deserve to be hated."
My eyes were searing. I was glad of the dimness of the light. I could hear soft singing somewhere, far off it seemed. But then I realized it was Cathy humming. It was a song I had heard on the radio, before, a song M&M would have liked. It made me think of daffodils for some reason. Hopeful, and sweet.
not me
me=writing fic on her books
me=not owning characters
me=not getting money for fic
get it?
wonderful
i luv y'all
please reply
thankx to all those who've done so already
y'all are great
and sorry for taking so long to write and post
my internet has crashed
y'all must bear with me
oh yeah
here's the fic
---------------------
About a week later, I ditched my car at the house and took a walk around town. Stumbling into a gas station to pick up some gum, I saw a familiar person buying a pack of color-coated candies. I don't know if M&M saw me. I got my pack quickly and got out of there. I almost forgot to pay for it.
What did I have to say to him anyway? Man, I' m sorry you screwed up your head?
Popping a stick in my mouth, I headed down the street. I'm a coward I thought. I got to face up to all the junk I ran away from before. It's hard though.
I kept walking and ended up in front of that bar again. That stupid bar. Man. Man, Charlie.
I don't want to talk to M&M or Cathy, or anybody. I want to go to sleep and forget that there are other people in the world. Forget what I've done, forget what happened.
Sitting there, under my breath cursing out every person I ever knew, I could see M&M walking up to me.
I hadn't really looked at him before at the gas station. Now I had my chance. He seemed a lot like when we ran into each other at the drugstore a while back. He looked like a normal guy. Short hair, decent clothes, decent shoes. But around his neck was a long piece of rawhide, most of it tucked under his shirt. I could faintly see something round poking through, and I had a good idea what it was.
Tilting my head at me, I told him, "This is a bad side of town. You really shouldn't be around here."
He had a blank expression that I couldn't read.
"I used to come around here all the time looking for you and Mark."
"Yeah," I said. I hadn't forgotten much about back then.
"And I'm just down the street all the time at the drugstore, too."
He sat down beside me and held out some M&M's. Hadn't ate any in a while. Pretty good.
"Want a piece of Big Red?" I asked him.
He took it and stuck it in his pocket.
We sat there a while, munching on this candy. Suddenly he spoke up.
"You know, I think she's going to forgive you."
I looked at him, and didn't say anything at first. Cathy was most of what I thought about lately.
"Really?' I said, just to say something. M&M wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it. I knew that.
"She will."
"I haven't got to talk to her since the other night."
"Go talk to her now."
"Right now?"
"If you want. She's at home."
"Um...okay." Even though I wasn't acting like it and even though I didn't want to talk to anybody a few minutes okay, I really wanted to see Cathy. "What are you gonna do?"
"I'm going to go to the drugstore."
"Got any money?"
"A little. Fifty-three cents."
"Here, take a dollar."
"That's okay, Bryon."
"C'mon, I owe you anyways."
"For what?'
"All those times you loaned me money."
"You paid me back."
"You never made me pay interest, though."
"That's what friends do."
I smiled at him, and I haven't smiled much lately. And he smiled back. I'm glad he still could.
I shoved the dollar in his hand. And started walking again. I was hoping to see that same smile on Cathy. He headed the other way towards the drugstore, and after a while he called out "I'll pay you back, Bryon!"
Nice kid.
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I got to her house at about 7:30. It was started to cool off a bit. I hesitated walking to the door, but I went up there and knocked anyways. Her mom answered, and even though there were 5 or so kids screaming their heads off inside, she smiled at me. Guess Cathy had never told here what a jerk I'd been. Behind her, someone came up asking, "Who is it, Mom?"
"Hi, Cathy," I said.
Cathy steeped out, and her mom shut the door.
"Hi," She said.
"Um...do you think we can go somewhere and talk? Are you hungry?"
"Sure, and yes."
"Okay, how about Martha's?" I didn't exactly pick a cool place, but I wanted to talk with out someone like Angela or Curtis or anyone else for that matter messing with us. "Is it okay if we walk? I left my car at my house."
"It's fine. Give me a minute."
She went inside, and I'm not sure why but I started to count. She was back within 48 seconds.
We walked, her dragging a little bit behind, silently. It was a lot like when I was sitting on the side of the road with M&M, except I wasn't shoving chocolate bits down my mouth this time.
"So how..." I started and then stopped.
"Are you..." I began again and shut-up again until we got to that over-rated shack. "Pretty fancy, huh?'
She just nodded and ordered a coke at the front, and I doubled the order. Soon we were sitting there, her sipping and me biting down on my straw. I figured that I should say something now.
"Okay, Cathy." She looked up at me and I kept talking, now a little faster. "You probably know what I'm gonna say." Now slower. "I...I..." Her eyes were focused on me, and I could feel my body shaking along with my voice. "I'm sorry, Cathy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I wanted her to hold my hand or something, guide me through this. "First I was freaked out about you and M...and then Mark...Mark..." I guess it would never stop hurting to think about him. "Then I lost Mark...and I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't feel anything. I didn't want to hurt you but I couldn't feel anything. Nothing." She looked down at my now spilt coke. I steadied myself. Still starting intently at the table, she quietly said:
"I lost M&M and you all at once."
I started to cry a little bit. Not sob, just a few burning tears.
"I lost myself. And you. And your brother. And my brother. He hates me Cathy. He hates me. You didn't deserve what I did to you, but I didn't deserve you. I deserve to be hated."
My eyes were searing. I was glad of the dimness of the light. I could hear soft singing somewhere, far off it seemed. But then I realized it was Cathy humming. It was a song I had heard on the radio, before, a song M&M would have liked. It made me think of daffodils for some reason. Hopeful, and sweet.