Best Times Of Our Lives

Chapter Nine

Disclaimer- I do not own the Outsiders.

"Okay, so, I know we weren't talking to Dallas today or anything," Carrie began, sounding concerned. "But, do you like hate him? 'Cause that was kinda harsh today."

I laughed a little bit. "No, I don't hate him," I replied. "But he's gotta know that he can't try that stuff with me. I'm teaching him a lesson."

"So there's hope for you two, still?" Caryn smiled.

"As far as I'm concerned there is," I answered. "I dunno what he's thinkin'."

The three of us were sitting on my bed, we'd decided to go to my house for once. It always seems to be that we're at the Curtis' or the Matthews'. I just realized that.

We'd been here for a few hours now and Caryn looked at the clock. "Damn, I gotta go home," she said and Carrie had to leave too.

I saw the two of them to the door. Once they left I went into the kitchen to find something for dinner. My mom was already in there.

"Hello," she said, still mad at me for the fight about Dallas.

"Yeah, hey," I replied as I sat down at the table. "What's for dinner?"

"Chicken," she answered simply.

I gave a frustrated sigh. "Why are you still mad at me?"

"You know why," she replied.

"No, mom, I don't," I shot back, starting to get angry. "Tell me."

"That boy!" she yelled, finally tuning to look at me. "That Dallas."

"I don't get it! What's wrong with him?" I shouted back.

"He's no good!" she screamed. "He's a worthless hoodlum!"

I was standing now, glaring daggers at her. "You don't even know him," I said coldly.

"I don't want to know him," she spat.

"And that's your problem!" I yelled. "You're so judgmental that you don't even see past how a person looks! You're no better than a Soc!"

I turned and left, going straight out the door and across the street to Carrie's house. I opened the door and went to her room. I threw myself down on her bed.

"Okay you're I'm not doin' anythin' in here," she joked but I didn't laugh. "What happened?"

"My mother," I replied. She nodded her head.

"I see," she answered. "What happened?"

"She's just yellin' at me about Dallas again," I told her.

"Does she know you guys are still together?" Carrie asked.

"I don't think so," I replied. "But by the way she was actin' it was like she did. I don't know how she would though."

"Just stay here tonight," Carrie invited and I nodded my head. I was hoping she'd say that.

The two of us stayed up for hours that night, talking about everything and everything. Eventually, though, we fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning I could smell eggs. I looked around and didn't see Carrie anywhere so I went to find her. She was in the kitchen making breakfast. The radio was on and she was dancing around the kitchen.

"Having fun?" I laughed. She turned and smiled at me.

"Yup," she answered. "I can't wait for school to start again so my classes start."

"Oh, so you actually dance?" I questioned. She gave me a confused look.

"You didn't know that?" she asked. I shook my head as I sat down at the table. "Oh, well, we're hoping it'll get me a scholarship."

"So you're good than?" I questioned.

"I hope so," she laughed.

That's when it hit me. There is good in the world, no matter how bad your life is there's still that girl out there dancing around our her kitchen in her socks because it's what she loves to do. And there is always hope for the future, no matter what.