Best Times Of Our Lives
Chapter Eight
Disclaimer- I do not own the Outsiders.
Carrie, Caryn, Two-bit and I headed over to the Curtis' after breakfast. When we got there I saw that Dallas was sitting on the couch. I immediately went into the kitchen. I was aware that Dally was following me.
"Hey," he said slowly. "Look, Marie, about last night-"
"I'm not talking to you," I interrupted him. I turned and left the kitchen, going back into the living room.
"Why?" Dallas asked, following me.
"'Cause I'm still mad at you," I replied simply, throwing myself onto the couch. Dallas gave a frustrated sigh and left, his leather jacket swung over his shoulder, a cigarette in his mouth and a dangerous look in his eye.
As he walked out, he pushed past Andy who was coming in. Andy watched Dallas go with a confused look on his face. When he turned and looked at me he looked more confused. I was sitting with my arms crossed and looking angry. Andy turned to Soda. He just shrugged.
"What's wrong?" Andy asked as he sat next to me and slung and arm across my shoulders.
"Nothing," I answered.
"Didn't look like nothin'," my brother replied. I couldn't tell Andy the truth, he would be too mad at Dally for it. I didn't want my brother and my boyfriend to get into a fight over me.
I knew Andy was watching me, I could feel his eyes boring holes into the side of my head. I didn't look up at him, though. I sat, glaring at the TV. Andy sighed. "Alright," he said, finally accepting my silence. He took his arm off my shoulders. "So, mom said somethin' this mornin'," he added. I turned to him now.
"What?" I questioned.
"Says her and dad can't settle this thing 'bout us peacefully so we gotta go to court for it," he looked disappointed. I knew why, we were both hoping dad would just give up and let us stay here, where we belong.
"Great," I said sarcastically.
"I take it that's not good?" Steve asked from his spot leaning in the kitchen doorway.
"Nope," I sighed.
"Why not?" Soda questioned.
"Means there's a serious chance we'll end up with our old man," Andy explained, looking sullen.
"That sucks," Two-bit said bluntly.
"Yup," I agreed.
That day went by slowly. We just hung around the Curtis house all day. Dallas didn't come back. I don't know if I wanted him to or not. I didn't really like being mad at him, but I didn't want to forgive him yet either.
Okay...I know it's short and I'm sorry. I also apologize for the time it takes between chapters, but it's the end of first semester and I have exams and final projects and blah blah blah...! So anyways, until next time...
Rachel