Chapter 9
A/N-- I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while!
Two weeks later:
It was a sunny afternoon and school had just let us out for another weekend. I ran up the cement steps of my house, racing my brother to the door. As usual, Derek won. He unlocked and opened it and we entered into our two story, brick home. All I could hear was yelling. Suddenly, Derek stopped in his tracks and I ran into his back. "Jesus, Derek. Warn a girl next time." I said. Mom and dad were in the kitchen shouting.
All I heard was my father yell; "SHE ISN'T MINE?! All these years you made me believe Casey was mine!? " They stopped yelling when they saw us. There was an akward silence and then my father turned around and said to my mother; "Get her out of my sight." Well it didn't take much to get me to leave. I wanted to get out of there so badly. I turned and bounded down the steps that I had just walked up and started running. Not in any particular direction, just anywhere from the vicinity of my house...Or to more precise, from my father. It was a while after I began running that I thought about where I would go. After careful thinking, I decided that here was only one place were I could go where no explainations were required...
An hour later:
Buck's place was as noisy and crowed as the last time I was there. I ran through the crowd and up the stairs before any of the hoods could catch me and add to my troubles.
I knocked on Dallas' wooden door. I knocked again, my eyes welling up in frustration; I had forgotten my key at home. As I reached up to knock again, a figure appeared at the top of the stairs.
"It's no use, hun. He won't be in until well after dark. He went to one of Tim Sheperds parties."The old man said. I growled in frustration and hit my fist against the door. After that, all energy seemed to drain out of me and I slunk down the wall to the floor. I put my head in my hands and cried. I felt so unwanted.
"Are you in some kinda trouble?" He asked. "No. I'll just wait for him." I replied.
"Now, we can't have your type alone in the hallway. You know what some greaser would do if he found a soc on our terf? I'll let you into his room, how does that sound?" He suggested.
I looked up at him. "Are you Buck?!" I asked.
"The one and only." He replied as he took out his master key and unlocked Dallys door. "Thank you so much." I said as I entered the small appartment. "I just hope Dally won't be kickin' my ass for this." He said shaking his head as he walked away.
I closed the door and looked around the room. Dally had a little bathroom off to one side, and a bed beside the far wall. There was a small lamp on the dresser beside the bed and, other than the clothes strewn about, that was pretty much all what Dally had.
Since there was a few hours before Dally came, I took off my jacket and decided to get some shut eye. I layed down on the bed, since there was no room to doze anywhere else, and cried myself to sleep.
7 Hours later:
I woke to the hallway light shining in my eyes when the door was opened. I sat up, remembering whos bed I was in and why. Dallas stood in the little space between the door and the bed. His sandy hair was out of place as usual. His old brown leather jacket was worn over a black t-shirt and stonewashed denim jeans. He closed the door and turned on the lamp.
"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't just turn up here like this..."I began. He interupted me; "Buck said you was cryin'." His blue eyes pierced mine. I slowly nodded, not trusting my voice anymore. He asked; " You need to stay the night?" I nodded again.
He took of his jacket and tossed it down on the pile of clothes. "I'll be back in a second." He said as he grabbed a shirt, a pair of comfortable jeans and headed into the bathroom. He emerged moments later wearing an open button-up shirt, leaving nothing to the imagination about his waist up, and the jeans.
"Do you mind if we both sleep on the bed? There really ain't much room to sleep anyplace else." Dally said. My thoughts raced;
'Dallas. Me. Bed?!' After I didn't answer he said; "I ain't gonna try nothin, doll." "I know." I said as I moved over towards the wall to create some space for him. He climbed in under the covers and turned off the lamp. Light from the street lamp poured into the room form the tiny window. He was so close our arms were touching.
Dallas broke the uncomfortable silence when he asked; "Who made you cry?" I stared up at his face in surprise. "No one." I replied. He cocked an eyebrow like he didn't believe me. "I'll tell you in the morning."I wispered. "Fair enough." He said said in that deep, sexy voice of his. I turned on my side to face the wall and tried to fall back asleep.