Hey so I didn't finish yet, yesterday was soooooooooooooo busy. We had like a billion people over and I didn't even know they were coming. But anyway here's Chapter 25, I might be able to do Chapter 26 today, Chapter 27 will be Battle of the Bands, either that or 26. I don't know where this chapter is going to head. But anyways, yeah, I've got a buttload of homework and I'm writing this quickly before anyone comes home. I'm figuring it'll be over with around 30 chapters.
ZiggyGurl:
Having drama is fuuuun!
Mrs.
Benji Madden: He's not going to die, I love him to much to
kill him lol.
Miru
Amai: She'll talk to him again, now that he knows who
she is. Yes you gave a very good idea lol.
JupermanPinkyInc:
Oooo you're hooked! Yay! Spazzy moment there, but I hope you like
the turn out of things.
Dreamer
for lyf: How can we ever not love him? He'll be fine
though.
babygurl33:
Like I said in the above, I'm adding more than I thought. I had
some "inspiration" lol. Hope you like it all!
blackmagic111090:
Ya just can't hate him lol.
hannah:
It all happen soon enough. Dally getting shot is a big turn point in
his and Steph's relationship.
Princess
of the Moon: I've missed you! But I'm glad you
reviewed! My friend Amanda would be so happy you said that (Amanda is
based on her, obviously lol).
Okay now onto what we've all been waiting for...
Chapter 25: Sleeping Next To An Angel
STEPHANIE'S POV
I floored the gas and took off, burning rubber while at it. Amanda, Steve, Johnny, and I were going to see Dally.
"So this guy just pulled a gun on him?" Johnny asked Amanda and Steve from the passenger seat.
"Pretty much. He went up to him and said "You Dallas Winston?" and Dally said "Yeah, who the hell wants to know?" so the guy's like "You knew Matt Sumerson?" and Dally's like "Yeah I knew the son of a bitch and I'm glad he's dead." So the guy pulls out a gun and shoots him twice!" Amanda ran through the events.
I pressed the gas down harder.
When we got there, Tim, Montana, and Constantine were there. Montana was "crying" into Constantine's arms. She wasn't really crying. When Montana cries for real she doesn't sob heavily or shake. She lets the tears fall and remains silent and still. But when she does her little act she shakes, moans, and everything else.
"Where is he?" I asked Tim, my voice unbelievably unstable.
"Why do you give a shit? Ya only punched him not less than an hour ago," he mumbled between inhales on his cigarette.
Why did I care? "Don't get mouthy Tim, or I'll punch you too. Where is he?"
At that moment a doctor came over to us, "Are you here for Dallas Winston?"
We nodded.
"Are you family?"
Tim, Johnny and Steve nodded. Amanda and Constantine shook their heads. I didn't move at all.
Montana stepped forward, "I'm his girlfriend? Is he okay?"
"Well, he'll be fine. The bullets missed his small intestines by an inch, and the second bullet was no where near any major organs. It only pierced his skin and shoulder muscles. He might have to go through some physical therapy."
"Can we see him?" she asked.
"Sure, room 312," he said and headed off.
We all packed into the elevator and headed up to floor 3.
"At least he'll be okay," Constantine spoke, breaking the uneasy silence between the seven of us.
"Oh daddy I was so scared.."Montana sobbed.
"Cut the bullshit act Montana! You don't care about him!" I yelled at her from across the tiny elevator.
"At least I don't punch him," she smirked.
"I love him, and if I didn't I wouldn't be in this damned elevator going to see if he's okay. He told me he loved you and not me, do you understand what I would do to be you? I don't know what the hell you have that I don't," I snapped.
"I have class," she smiled and I went to punch the second person in one day when the doors open. She rushed out and searched for room 312. We found it quickly and went in.
He was unconscious, still knocked out by the numbing anesthetic. He didn't look like mean, hard Dallas Winston. He looked like a regular seventeen year old. Peaceful and...innocent.
Montana rushed to the bedside, brushing a strand of his white-blond hair away. She was definitely playing up to being the "perfect girlfriend". She didn't even stay for twenty minutes. She left as soon as Constantine did, and the only reason he came was...well I don't even know why.
Amanda left about forty minutes after Montana. Johnny and Steve followed ten minutes after. I stayed there, sitting in the uncomfortable wooden chair, watching him. One nurse came in and out. Her name was Cynthia, and she had tomato red hair and would check the IV in his arm, smile at me sympathetically and then leave.
I was having difficulty keeping my eyes open, my eyelids seemed to weigh as if they were attached to hundred pound weights. Eventually I let the weights take over and fell into a deep slumber.
DALLY'S POV
The first thing I realized when I woke up was that my body felt like a billion and three monster trucks had just rolled over it. When I get my hands on that stupid guy who shot me I will kill him. The next thing I noticed was the figure in the chair next to the bed. Curled up in some sort of complicated and highly uncomfortable looking position. I squinted, my vision was a little blurry, but I realized it was Stephanie. What was she doing here? Shouldn't Montana be here? This is messed up.
I sat up a little, and fixed my self to face her, biting my lip as pain shot up through my body. I shook her knee.
"Wake up! C'mon ya stupid broad, wake up!" I demanded and shook her more violently.
She moaned and rubbed her eyes. "I dropped out, I don't have to go to school," she groaned hoarsely. I smiled a little, hey no one was around to see.
"Steph, what are you doing here?" I asked. She opened here eyes and rubbed them a few more times.
"Hey your awake! I guess I must have fallen asleep here, what time is it?"
"I don't know. Why did ya come here?" my voice soften incredibly.
"I heard ya got shot, and I got worried. Wanted to make sure you were okay, why else would I be here silly?" she smiled, like everything was cool with us. Was it?
I couldn't hide the smile that spread from ear to ear when I heard her reason, "You worried about me?"
"Yeah, your tough Dal, but ya ain't that tough. I wanted to be sure nothing bad happened to ya," Steph bit her lip. It was the cutest thing and drove me wild. I almost wanted to pull her down to the bed with me and kiss her to show her I was okay. I'm thinking crazy now.
"I better get going. I'll tell everyone ya woke up now, so they can come and see you," she smiled once more and stood up. I grabbed her wrist.
"Hey, you ain't leavin' that fast, sweetheart," I repeated the words I said a long time ago.
"Montana'll be worried about you," she slipped out of my grip and left the room, biting her lip just before leaving.
"Steph slept here last night, woke 'er up this mornin'," I took a long drag on my cigarette as I told Two-Bit the summary of what happened earlier. He came by to see me.
"She told me. She really likes ya Dal. Why don't ya give her a chance, do ya like her?" he asked. I know him and Steph were pretty close.
I thought about it for a second.
"I guess I do kinda like her. I ain't got time to figure out who I "love" and who I don't. I mean I'm Dallas-fuckin'-Winston, I don't love, right? Just because your tough don't mean you don't have feelings. Besides there's a lot of guys out there that's got it worse than me, an' that's a hell of a lot tougher than I am. I don't fuckin' get how lucky I am, just lettin' perfect opportunities walk that fuck out the door!" I was starting to get mad, but more upset. But at myself.
"Calm down. I was just asking..." he held up his hands.
"When's that stupid somethin'-somethin'-somethin' Band thing?"
"Battle of the Bands?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"Tomorrow, why? You ain't goin' Dal. They ain't ever gonna let you out," he spoke reasonably.
"I'm Dallas Winston man, I don't care what they're going to let me do. I'm gonna do it anyway!"
It was short, and not my favorite chapter. I actually hate it, but still it's cool. Next Chapter will be BATTLE OF THE BANDS! WOO! HOO! WOOHOO! I don't know I'm excited...lol. Review! Love you allll! Toodles!
