Title- A No Title Jess
Chapter Title- Granola Bars (for there is no other title)
Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders
Note- I don't know how long I will make this story. I'm not sure when to end it considering I already have half another story written, but I can't put it up until I finish this. This story won't be as long as the two before it, maybe three more chapters... Yeah, three more sounds good.
"Yeah, Steve, you let me borrow your car. You should be proud, you shared," I said sarcastically. He grinned, but he wasn't going to mention I never asked for the car. Soda and I should get our own car, so we don't have to keep getting rides from Steve or Darry or Two-Bit. Or steal cars. We should also get our own place, but money was kind of tight so neither would work out for us. Yet, we needed our own place. There wasn't enough room for the twins, Soda, and I here.
"What're you thinkin' 'bout Jessi?" Soda asked me. I must've either been quiet for a while or looked like I was thinking. I was going to tell him exactly what I was thinking. I'm pretty sure we could get a few loans or something. I still had a little bit of money left from when I was a waitress. I never spent that money while I was earning it and I only used it if I desperately needed something. I could pay for a good portion of the car.
"I was thinking about some things we need. You know, like our own car, maybe our own house," I said softly. I didn't know what to expect.
"It's kind of cramped here, ya know? The four of us sharing a bedroom while living with Darry and Ponyboy. We can't keep asking for rides every time we wanna go somewhere." 'Or steal cars,' I thought to myself.
"Well," he said kind of hesitant.
"I have money left from bein' a waitress, maybe enough for half the car. I could get a job, Sara said she'd watch the twins cheaply," I blurted out. I don't know why I wanted my own house this bad, but I knew I could get my way.
"Please," I added. I might just have to throw in the puppy-dog eyes.
"You just sounded like a kid. I guess we could check into it." I would've hugged him, but we both happened to be holding babies, so I only kissed his cheek. I looked at Ronnie, whom Soda was holding, she was sleeping quietly. Nate was also asleep. I got up to put Nate in the cradle, and came back for Ronnie.
We didn't need a big house, two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a bathroom. We eventually found an okay house a few months later. It met my requirements: two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a bathroom, plus it didn't have a smell. Well, the kitchen and living room were joined so it was technically a kitchen/living room. It was fine with Soda because it was about half way from the old one and Steve's. It wasn't too expensive, but we were holding off on the car while we bought the house.
We didn't have a lot of stuff; the stuff we were using basically belonged to Darry. We had nothing which kind of sucked. Actually, you know what? It really sucked. It sucked just as bad as having to eat nothing but granola bars for the past few days. We had to take out a loan to buy stuff. We didn't need to buy a bed; they were nice enough to give us that. We had to buy a couch, a table and chairs. Which we did.
Sara agreed to watch the twins if I got a job. I did get a job as a cashier at the supermarket. I worked three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I also got a small employee discount. The hours weren't bad; I just had to wake up kind of early. At least the twins were sleeping through the night. It wasn't bad now that they could sleep through the night in their own room.
"Hey Soda," I said one day after being incredibly bored.
"Can we invite some people over? Some people from, like, out of state?" When I went to New York, I Danielle and I made up from the last visit. We both agreed it was just tension from Mark's death. I really wanted Danielle to meet my family. I knew it wouldn't be too bad for them to come visit. If they lived here they'd be considered Socs. Soda said sure and I ran to the phone.
"Hello," I said after I heard somebody pick up.
"Who's this?" Danielle said on the other end.
"Dan, its Jess. Would you like to come here for a week or something? To meet my family and so I can see you again." I had been to New York twice since I moved here.
"Sure, can my mom and Christine come as well?" I don't have a problem with that.
"Yeah, the only problem is we don't have enough room for you guys in the house," I explained. She said they'd probably get a hotel room or something. They were coming next week by plane. I was about to ask about her dad when I remembered they had split up shortly after Mark's death. She hasn't seen or heard from the guy since. Well, that's what she said when I was up at New York anyway. He was the only one from that family I had a problem with. I always got along with Danielle, Mark was one of my boyfriends, Christine never bothered me, and Danielle's mom was like my second mom.
"Danielle's coming next week," I announced and went into the kitchen to find dinner. I was getting better at the whole cooking thing. We had no food in the house. Oh, that's right; I was supposed to go food shopping today.
"Uh, Soda, wanna go over to your brother's house for dinner? That is, unless you'd like granola bars."