Thanks for all the reviews on my last chapter! This one was actually about twice as long but I thought I should break it up into two chapters, so here's the first and I will probably be updating the rest tomorrow. Hope you'll enjoy it!
Browsing through the magazine mindlessly I wondered where Curly and Tim were. Tim had said an hour and that was five hours ago now. I was the only one in the house now, Angela had left for a party earlier, all dressed up in her shortest skirt. Mrs Langston was nowhere to be seen and Lenny still hadn't set his foot in the house since Tim got out. I didn't like being alone in the house, even though it was really small it seemed big.
Casting a glance at the clock over the kitchen door, it was half past twelve, I suddenly heard laughter and howling from outside.
The front door opened and I walked out the kitchen to be met by a crowd of greasers, guys and girls, and leading them in was Tim. He and another guy from the gang were half dragging half carrying Curly in. He seemed unconscious; his head hanging against his chest, bobbing from side to side with every step they took.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked; worry seeping through every word as I approached them.
The other greaser whose name I didn't know let go of Curly and walked of, leaving Tim to hold Curly up by himself. He was holding one arm around Curly's waist and the other he held onto Curly's arm that was thrown around his neck. It looked heavy but Tim only smirked amusedly at me.
"Nothin's wrong, he's just drunk"
Tim moved passed me with Curly hanging from him lifelessly. He looked really out of it and I was suddenly scared that he maybe was more the just drunk.
"Wait!" I called out and as Tim tried to turn around I walked up to him, grabbing Curly's chin and turning his head up to look at him. He looked as if he was sleeping peacefully.
"Ya sure he's just been drinking?" I asked Tim not looking at him; instead I opened one of Curly's eyes carefully, watching the pupil. It seemed normal.
Tim seemed a bit irritated with me now and Curly's weight seemed to be getting at him as he shifted the weight from foot to foot.
"Told ya nothin's wrong with him, I've seen him lots worse" he laughed at me, a cold and bitter laugh, his eyes darting from me to the stairs to the other greasers that was hanging around in the living room.
"Ya gonna stand there and watch or ya gonna help me?" he said the coldness in his voice making me shudder involuntarily.
"Perhaps we should try to wake him" I stated as I put Curly's head down again, it fell against his chest but he didn't wake up, he didn't even stir. I felt worried and scared, not knowing what to do.
Tim looked at me a sharpness in his eyes.
"Shut up kid and help me" was all he said but it was said with such force that I just grabbed onto Curly's other arm putting it around my neck and helped Tim to drag him upstairs.
It felt really awkward to be so close to him again, I could hear him breath, smelling the whiskey on his breath.
Up in Curly's room we dumped him on the bed and without a word Tim walked of, not even looking at his brother. I knew by then that he was probably right, Curly was just drunk and all he needed was rest so I walked down the stairs too.
I sneaked passed the gang in the living room and out the front door, not wanting to join them in their howling and drinking.
Outside I sat down on the railing of the porch looking out at the black night sky. I felt so sick of it all, sick of worrying about Curly, sick of my parents, sick of everything. Sometimes I just wanted something other then this life, but I couldn't put my finger on what I wanted instead and in the end I knew that this was all I was ever going to get.
I heard the door open behind me and I felt someone walk up to stand beside me, looking over I saw Tim lighting a cigarette as he scanned the front lawn with his hard black eyes.
He took the cigarette he had just lit up and passed it to me his eyes still on the grass, lighting another one. We smoked in silence for awhile, me still thinking about what I would have wanted if I could have anything. Nothing came to mind but I knew I didn't want this.
"Don't ya ever want anything more then this?" the question was out my mouth before I had time to react.
"Like what?" Tim asked his eyes never leaving the grass as he took a drag.
I looked at him, taking in his features, his rock hard eyes, his broken nose and cut hair; in the dim light from the windows he looked majestic, tall and glorious.
"Anything, everything, just something?" I said quietly, feeling dull and dazed.
Tim didn't answer; he just kept his eyes on the sky.
"Ya know, being free and all that" I tried, watching his face as he took a drag leaving the cigarette between his lips.
"Freedoms just a state of mind" he stated in an indifferent tone.
I flinched at that realizing that he didn't want anything more then this, he was content with this, and then I realized that he really was just a hood.
"Ya mean to say you're happy then?" I don't even know why I was so determined to find out about what he wanted and thought, it was just that he was like a mystery and I wanted desperately to solve it.
He chuckled and flicked the cigarette away. Looking down on mine, which I hadn't even touched I flicked it away too. We watched as they landed on the grass still glowing.
He took a step towards me patting my shoulder lightly still chuckling.
"You're talking to the wrong guy doll" he said.
Before he could pull away I grabbed his hand and held it, he turned to me a small flicker of surprise in his blackish eyes.
"No" I stated not really knowing what I meant by that but Tim smirked slightly.
"Is Curly cheating on me?" once again I had said something that wasn't all that thought through. Tim sighed at me and moved closer, the nearness making me drop his warm hand, he leaned down.
"Wouldn't know doll" he drew back and placed himself next to me, his hands gripping the rail as he looked up at the sky again, thinking.
I drew a sharp breath as he moved away, breathing in his warm smell, uncomfortable with being so close to him.
"Ya want me to guess, I'd say possibly, but like I said I don't know"
I sighed and let my eyes wander over the small lawn. I appreciated his honesty and I wasn't surprised. I had though that myself for months but it still hurt all the same. I wondered why Tim didn't just walk of now that I wasn't holding him anymore. Looking over at him his face was still hard and bitter but he seemed more relaxed a small smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Ya used to know Dallas Winston right?" I asked wanting to change the subject.
Tim turned to me grinning widely.
"That mother fucking…." He continued calling Dallas every word imaginable. It made me smile at his obvious fondness for the guy.
"I had a major crush on him when I was fourteen" I said laughing at myself. Tim looked at me laughing to, a melodious a heartily laughter.
"Ol' Dally always had a way with the ladies" he stated smiling, showing me two rows of white even teeth.
"From what I've heard you have too" I said blushing slightly as he turned his face to look at me, my eyes meeting his dark grey ones.
"Then how come I haven't had a good fuck in six months?" he said raising an eyebrow at me.
"You've just been out for two days" I said laughing.
"Time to go take care of that then" Tim stated and walked in the door, a smile still on his lips.
I smiled to myself as I sat there; thinking that perhaps he was right, perhaps there simply wasn't anything better to life then this. The thought wasn't as depressing as it should've been, I actually felt content with my life again.