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~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 3: A Trip To The Movies~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Dally got into the driver's seat and patted the passengers place. "Come sit next to me, Bleu."

I glanced at Johnny and said, "No, that's ok. I'll keep Johnny company." After seeing Dallas' reaction, I quickly added, "But I'll sit next to you in the theater ok?"

Dally's face slowly grinned and he winked at me. Then he started up the engine and we were off.

"What's the movie about, Dally?" Johnny broke the silence.

"Uh, I dunno. Some horror film's playing, and a beach movie. I was thinking about catchin' the horror film."

We rode in stillness the rest of the way. We parked the car and decided to go sit down in the seats. I sat in-between Dally and Johnny.

"I'll be right back, y'all. Duty calls." Johnny said, and we all laughed.

"Wanna go get some popcorn?" Dally asked me. I nodded, and we both got up.

"You're afraid of me."

The statement caught me by surprise and I stopped walking. "W-what?"

"You heard me. I know you are."

I grabbed two popcorns, one for me and one for Johnny, and tried to ignore Dallas.

He seemed to read my mind. "You can't ignore me forever, Bleu."

I quickly paid for the popcorn. I had forgotten to buy a drink. I always forget something. I turned to face Dally. "I am not afraid of you!"

He stared into my eyes. "Yes you are."

"Am not!"

"I don't believe you."

"I don't care if you believe me or not. Now lets go back sit down before we worry Johnny."

Johnny was back in his seat, looking at the screen. He looked up at us as we returned.

I forced a smile. "Hey, Johnnycake. I got you some popcorn."

He grinned back. "Hey, thanks Bleu!"

I ruffled his hair affectionately. "No problem, cousin."

I sat down next to him and Dally next to me.

"You don't have a drink." Does Dally know everything?

"I know. I forgot to get one."

"You can have mine if you want."

Was he trying to get on my good side? "No, that's ok."

"Take it," he said, handing it to me.

"Then you won't have anything to drink," I replied, not touching the Coke.

"I didn't poison it! Just take it." He grabbed my free hand, opened up my fingers and placed the coke on my palm. I reluctantly closed my fingers over the Coke, and smiled at Dally.

"Fine. Thank you, Dallas."

"Sure, anytime."

I sat back in my chair and he did the same. Johnny was totally oblivious to everything; he fixed his eyes on watching Dr. Frankenstein assemble various parts.

We all watched in silence for a bit, then Dally slung his arm around my shoulders, almost innocently. But I've noticed that Dally NEVER does anything innocently. I stared at him, but he ignored my gaze and continued to watch the movie. Finally I gave in and leaned against his arm. On cue, Dally's hand squeezed my shoulder and drew me closer to him. I glared at Dally, and this time he stared into my eyes. "You sure do got some pretty hair," he said softly, rubbing a strand between his fingers.

I smiled. "Thanks. Yours ain't that bad either. I like blonde guys," I said teasingly.

"I thought you said it was white," he grinned, remembering our previous conversation.

Johnny leaned over to us. "Hey, y'all, shut it! It's the good part!" He said this with his eyes still on the screen, stuffing himself with popcorn.

Dally and I turned our heads to watch the rest of the movie. There was only about five more minutes left, and afterwards we headed over to see if Darry was home yet. I still needed to say hello.

Darry was home; he was sitting on the chair reading the paper. Soda, Steve, Two-Bit, Pony, and some other guy I couldn't recognize were all playing poker, and I saw that Soda was itching his shoe an awful lot.

"Darryl Curtis!" I cried, running over to him.

He looked up, dropped his paper and gave me a big hug, swinging me around. "Bleu! Hey how're ya doing? Boy, you've grown some!"

Darry reminded me a lot of a father, despite his young age.

I turned to the guy I didn't know. He looked familiar, but I couldn't identify him. Luckily Dallas saved me and said, "Shepard! What're you doin here? You ain't here to see me, are ya Tim? I swear, I don't know who totaled your mailbox…"

"I wouldn't waste my time lookin' for a scumbag like you, Winston! I heard Johnny's cousin was in again, and that she looked mighty fine." He grinned at me and spread his arms out.

"Shepard!" I squealed, and jumped into his arms. I had first met Tim when he came around the DX when I was there visiting Soda and Steve. Tim and I hit it off really well and we became great friends. I mentally slapped myself for forgetting such a close friend.

"How're ya doing Tim? Where's Curly?" I remembered his little brother.

"Who knows," Tim replied, grinning, "That little dork is always running around somewhere."

Darry walked out of the kitchen. "Dinner's ready!" He yelled, and turned to Tim. "Sorry, buddy but we don't have enough room for your sorry butt. Get moving," These words would seem harsh if they weren't spoken with a grin and a playful shove.

Tim laughed. "Yeah, no problem. I wouldn't wanna stick around with you goody-two shoes greasers anyhow."

He turned to me and ran his fingers through my hair. "Your hair's redder than it used to be. It's awful pretty."

I grinned and kissed him on the cheek. "You're a mighty good sweet talker for a slimy hood."

Tim clutched his heart. "Ooh, ya got me good, Cade. Got me good."

He ran his fingers through my hair one more time and kissed my forehead. "Take care, kid."

"Will do, Tim. Will do."

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