A couple of days later I was sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper when the phone rang, it was only me and Pony home and he was in his room doing something so I picked it up. I had been asking Pony what he thought of Angela and he had just shrugged and said she was ok so I figured he wasn't interested in her. But I wasn't entirely sure, he could be quite secretive when he wanted to, I think he talked more about these things with Soda then with me.

"Yeah it's Nora" I drawled thinking it would be Steve or Two bit.

"Hi, it's Tim" I heard a dark voice say and I felt my heart starting to beat rapidly in my chest. "How're you doing?"

"I'm ok, you?" I answered wondering why he was calling.

"Fine" he said and cleared his throat before he continued "Your brothers home?" I felt myself draw a breath as I realized he probably wanted to talk to Darry about something.

"Only Pony" He went silent for a while.

"So you wanna go for a ride?" he asked his voice calm and even. I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Sure" I said before I had even had the time to think about it. He told me he'd come by and pick me up and then he hung up without even saying goodbye. I stood with the receiver in my hand for a while trying to collect my thoughts which were scattered all over, I thought of the feeling of Tim's lips on mine, the look in his eyes when he told me about his scar, the way he had just left me on the lawn when he went inside, and I thought about the scorn in Darry's eyes when he talked about Tim, but mostly I thought about that throbbing feeling in my stomach that I felt whenever Tim was around me. I hadn't liked that feeling at first, I was scared of it but now it was like a drug, that nervous ache was addicting.

I walked in to Pony's room where he was lying on the bed reading. I sat down next to him and tilted the book up so I could read the title.

"That's a good one" I told him pointing at the book, he just murmured something back to me. I heard a soft knock on our front door and then the door opened.

"Hello" I heard Tim say from the hall. Pony looked up at me with a teasing smile as he cocked an eyebrow.

"I'm gonna go out for a while" I said as I tried to ignore his looks.

"With Shepard?" he asked his voice laced with mirth. I just ignored him and walked out.

Tim was standing at the front door with his hands in his pockets and when he saw me he held the door open for me, his face totally blank. I hated when his face was blank and emotionless, I hated not being able to know what he was thinking. He didn't say anything as he drove through the outskirts of town but when the road was surrounded by open fields he looked over at me and smiled. I watched his face as it softened by the smile and felt my heart skip a beat. I gasped for air as I realized that I liked him, I wasn't just attracted to him, I really liked him. My logical side said that I couldn't, I couldn't like a criminal like him, but the part of me that was controlled by that warm feeling off love wouldn't listen to logic.

Suddenly Tim took a left onto a small gravelled road and pulled up next to a run down house surrounded by fields. We were in the middle of nowhere and I wondered why.

"Where are we?" I asked as I got out of the car, Tim was walking up to the house and I jogged to catch up with him. He turned to me smirking but he didn't answer he just shrugged. He walked around the house where there was a small neglected garden and sat down under a large tree leaning his back against it, I stood looking out over the open fields feeling a bit uneasy, not knowing what to do, until he took my hand and dragged me down next to him. Before I even registered what happened he was kissing me, his lips moving softly over mine and I felt myself get swept away by the feeling of his warm breath and his tongue in my mouth. His fingers were already unbuttoning my blouse and soon they were on my breasts making me moan against his neck. I heard him breath heavily as I let my hands move down the front of his jeans and in an instance his hands were under my skirt. The only thing I could think at that time was that I wanted to feel him inside me.

Afterwards we sat side by side under the tree, his arm around my waist, my head resting against his shoulder. None of us were talking, we were just sitting there together and I felt totally relaxed being so close to him. I think he was relaxed to because when I let my hand wander over his face, down his cheek he leaned his head against my hand, his eyes closed.

"Why'd he do it?" I asked as my fingers ran over his scar. He opened his eyes, sighing and took my hand in his shifting me over to sit between his legs leaning against his chest.

"Cause he's a worthless bum who can't hold down neither a job nor an apartment…" he answered in a bitter voice "…he was stoned" he added putting his chin on my shoulder holding me close to him. I let my head fall back against him, my cheek against his chin. My eyes wandered over the fields as I felt his chest rise and sink as he breathed.

"Do you have another name besides Timothy?" I asked curiously. I felt him smile against my hair.

"Lucas" he answered and chuckled lightly "Mom's a catholic"

"Aren't you then?" I asked letting my hands stroke over his thighs.

"No" his voice was totally voided of any feeling.

"You know what name I've always liked?" I asked tilting my head to look at him, he shaked his head a tiny smirk on the corner of his mouth.

"Judas" I said and Tim laughed softly. I felt myself smiling at the thought that I had made him laugh.

"I always felt like Jesus fooled him, I mean he had no choice, it was his faith and Jesus knew that, that's why he let him join them in the first place" Tim was chuckling heartedly at my analyze and I broke away from his grip and turned around to look at him. He was still smiling widely at me.

"I feel kind of sorry for him; I mean he did regret it"

"You're weird" Tim said and pulled me to him again, kissing me and I felt myself smile against his mouth.

Wasn't that cute? Hope you like it and that that explains the tramp thing, tramp as in homeless bum roaming around. Read and review! Tack