The Outsiders iS nOt OwNeD bY mUah!

Chapter Two

"Mom?" I asked softly, cracking the door open just a little. "Come on in Hail…" she said softly. She sat cross legged on the faded blanket on her bed, her black mascara smeared under her eyes, but no tears showed. In front of us she always tried to be strong. "Colby's sorry he didn't mean it." I said sitting down at the foot of the bed. She smiled softly, "I know." she said, the dog jumped up on the bed, shoving her large box head into moms side. "What da ya want Angelcake?" my mom asked kissing her on the head. The Dog of Many Names licked moms face, wagging her tail furiously. "That dog has so many names, Missy, Princess, Baby, Angle, Anglecake, Brat, Stupid…" I said, stating all the names I could think of that we called that old street pit bull. "Don't forget Dog… Your dad always called her Dog." my mother added looking down at 'Dog' with admiration. "Tell me her story again." She gave me a look, "Please mom!" I begged giving her my best pleading look. She smiled, "Okay, okay." "Thanks I love ya!" I said crawling to her side that wasn't crowded by Dog and listened closely as the story began….

"Me and your father fought a lot, before we had Colby that is, over stupid stuff but we still loved each other a lot. One night we got in a big argument, so stupid I forget what is was about, and I hadn't seen him for a couple days but one afternoon there was a knock at the door. I open up the door and there he stood a sheepish smile on his face and a little tan puppy in his arms. I told him if he didn't have the puppy I woulda slammed the door in his face! I was afraid what he would do to her if I got him mad and decided I didn't want to find out." She paused and laughed softly, remembering it to its fullest.

I wonder how it feels to be in love, is it a sickness type feeling or a light headed feeling? And then having the person you love killed for the most part an innocent man? I wondered is my mom would ever start dating again, I doubted it. Even though daddy was dead she still wore the engagement ring on her finger and for now I wish it would stay on that finger for now and forever more….

I'm looking in the mirror, gussying myself up before I walk down to the school to pick up Erica. Well not really pick her up just to walk her home I guess, its good exercise. I stare at myself for a moment, taking in every detail on my face. My hair is a dark blonde like my mothers but with natural streaks of pale blonde like my fathers, my eyes are a light brown like neither my moms or dads, I have high check bones like my dad but other then those three things the rest of me is most of my moms build. Taking a step back away from the mirror I dust of my black tee shirt and turn to walk out of the bathroom.

"Mom I'm going to go get Erica." I said grabbing my light denim jacket. "Okay, be back before it gets dark Hail." she called to me from her bedroom, where she could be doing anything from cleaning or reading or crying… I don't think crying because I would be able to tell… reading most likely. "K, Love ya!" I said walking out the door that led me into a small hallway. I jogged down the steps and rushed out the door, the spring breeze signing to my mind in a gust as I walked down the sidewalk.

It was a Saturday evening and a bunch of little boys where playing some kind of shooting game. One of them jumped out screaming "P-POW! POW! POW!" as the other one mistakenly ran by him and kept on running.

"Hey I killed you!"

"No you didn't!"

"Yes I did!"

A typical argument among small boys. In a driveway a few little girls played jump rope, two signing, "Cinderella dressed in yella, went up stairs to kiss a fella…." I couldn't help but smile to myself, it would only be a couple of hours before most of the teenagers came back around and start all kinda shit.

By the time I was passing The Dingo's I was practically at a jog. Colby and his gang hung out here and I wasn't in the mood to talk to him let alone tell him my destination. Or on the other hand maybe it was because I didn't feel like talking to him while a bunch of other guys looked me up and down and some whistling if they weren't smart enough. I laughed softly as I remembered one time when me and Erica where talking to Cole at The Dingo's. Some guy did one of those wolf calls and it wasn't a moment sooner he was spitting out blood because Cole tackled him and knocked a couple of his teeth out in a matter of seconds…. two at most….

"HAILEY!" A voice called, it wasn't a guy voice but the voice of my best friend, Melody. I turned to where a heard her voice, she was kinda short for a sixteen year old but makes up with it for her maturity in her body, her hair is shoulder length and a blondish reddish color, she was the oldest child of SodaPop, a friend of my moms and he's sorta my uncle. "MEL!" I called back with equal enthusiasm smiling as I walked over to her.

"Watcha doin?"

"On my to pick up Erica."

"Oooh, she had softball practice?"

"Yea, make up for when it was raining the other day."

Mel was sitting on a tuff looking black Camaro. I was pretty sure the car belong to her boyfriend Steve Randle Jr. "Oh, I don't see how she can stand being on that softball team with all those Socy girls." Mel said swinging her feet back and forth. "Well Erica doesn't need friends to know she is good and from the way she talks to it the Socs girls don't even bother her." I said shrugging my shoulders. "I can give ya a ride, Steve won't mind." I laughed softly, "Nah I need the exercise." I said getting ready to walk away. Both of us by the time we where only thirteen we knew how to drive and steal a car like most kids around here. "Okay see ya Hail!"

"Buh-bye!"

Happily I started my way down the block towards the high school. Nobody seemed to even notice I was talking to Melody and I was grateful.

There where some guys who wanted to screw every girl they saw, there where some who wanted to screw every good looking girl they saw, there where some who wanted to screw every girl that didn't have other guys crawling over them and then there where the guys who wanted to screw Dallas Winston's daughter, because Dallas was the toughest/tuffest guy around during their parents time. Guys are such fucking pigs. I never met one that didn't mention sex or the size of some girls' breast or ass. Even my older brother would sit next to me and say 'Hail that girl's ass is huge!' or 'Damn… I wonder what size she wears…. Double D for sure.' Sometimes I wonder if they know more about bras then the girls wearing them! So in the long run it's easier just to say all guys a perverts.

"Hey Hail!" Erica called as I took a seat in the front row of bleachers. I smiled and waved, me and Erica had a pretty good sister relationship. It was rare or us to fight and if we did we usually had a good reason to do so. I guess if you went threw the hardship we did at a young age you'd have a good relation with your sibling too. Their practice was almost over, they where just practicing hitting the ball.

Under the softball helmet, gray tee-shirt and black softball capri's, Erica was pretty decent looking. She had thick black hair and my mother's gray-green eyes that gave her a rare exotic look. She also had the facial build of my dad, elfish. The black hair was supposed to come from my mom's side because both her mother and father had it but one time some guy told my dad that he bet his life time savings that he wasn't her dad and that Johnny was. The guy risked his life by saying that because he said it right in front of my mom and after my dad knocked him out she kicked him in the balls. Erica was the same height as me and people always mistake us as twins, though we don't look alike. We don't really act a like either, Erica is a little more quiet around people until she gets comfortable then she is like a fire ball me on the other hand I'm pretty loud with people I don't know but then when I get comfortable with them I'm a fire ball. So we're both fire balls at the end.

I watched Erica take the bat from a red headed Soc girl who wiped her hands on her pants with a grimace on her face as she and Erica accidentally brushed hands. Oh Erica, I thought, I woulda ripped her hair out for that…. Erica looked up at me, we also could talk with our eyes and actions sometimes we even knew what we where thinking. I smiled and she smirked getting in her little position waiting for the pitcher to throw the ball. I couldn't help but laugh as Erica did a little twitch like thing with her butt before she swung the bat.

CRACK!

The ball flew out of dirt area of the field, bouncing as it finally landed in the grass. "Yea Erica!" I cheered proudly. She picked up a jog towards the grass field where she hit the ball, bringing it back to the team…

I'm so glad I got good reviews for this story... hold on real quick my songs on... does little dance while signing... am I the only person who LOVES the song Mr. BrightSide by the Killlers! That is like my fave song ever! Okay so back on track :)... Yea I miss Dally too but I just couldn't find a way to like fit him in ya know... but Chapter Two is up and I hope ya like it! R & R plz!