Final chapter....thank Bob.....
Chapter 8-
Dally's P.O.V.
"Do you have to go away again? Can't you stay in New York a little longer?" Nicola asked me as we waited for the guys and I to get on the bus back to Tulsa.
"Why?" I asked. "You still thinking about that kiss?" I slid my arm around her shoulders to see if it would make her squirm, but she realized right away that I was joking.
"Not a chance, loverboy," she said. "I'm going to enjoy the single life for as long as I possibly can."
"Single life?"
"A-Rab and I had one of those long talks last night. We decided it would be best if we saw the world outside the west side before making any decisions about the future. Plus, we're sixteen. For all we know we could hate each other in two years. And who knows? Maybe that world outside the west side can include Tulsa some day," she said, smiling.
"We can only hope," I said, leaning in to give her a kiss good-bye. Two seconds before our lips met, I heard the guys yelling "DALLAS! LET'S GO!", so I settled for ruffling up her hair the way I used to do to her when we were younger.
"You'll always be Nicky to me," I said, getting on the bus.
"And you'll always be a Jet all the way."
The End
Chapter 8-
Dally's P.O.V.
"Do you have to go away again? Can't you stay in New York a little longer?" Nicola asked me as we waited for the guys and I to get on the bus back to Tulsa.
"Why?" I asked. "You still thinking about that kiss?" I slid my arm around her shoulders to see if it would make her squirm, but she realized right away that I was joking.
"Not a chance, loverboy," she said. "I'm going to enjoy the single life for as long as I possibly can."
"Single life?"
"A-Rab and I had one of those long talks last night. We decided it would be best if we saw the world outside the west side before making any decisions about the future. Plus, we're sixteen. For all we know we could hate each other in two years. And who knows? Maybe that world outside the west side can include Tulsa some day," she said, smiling.
"We can only hope," I said, leaning in to give her a kiss good-bye. Two seconds before our lips met, I heard the guys yelling "DALLAS! LET'S GO!", so I settled for ruffling up her hair the way I used to do to her when we were younger.
"You'll always be Nicky to me," I said, getting on the bus.
"And you'll always be a Jet all the way."
The End