Chapter 11: Cards
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"Shh, it'll be okay Evie," Steve whispered, to his crying girlfriend.
"I just miss her," she sobbed brokenly; her voice cracking slightly.
"How about we go to the Curtis' tonight to get your mind off of things, okay baby?" Steve really didn't want to hang out with the kid all night, but if it could get Evie's mind off of Eliza, then Steve would put up with the little tag-along runt.
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Evie had more or less wedged herself into Steve's shoulder. She was emotionally drained, exhausted, and slightly uncomfortable in the Curtis' house, though she had been here once before. The towheaded boy, who Steve introduced as Dallas, sat in the corner glaring slightly; he had a fat lip, but Evie didn't dare ask. It wasn't something that people normally talked about, and in this side of town it wasn't uncommon. It was either caused by a typical East-Side father, or from a fight; a rumble, maybe? Evie concluded.
"You wanna eat, babe?" Steve whispered in Evie's ear. The thought of food made her want to vomit, so Evie politely declined.
"You wanna play?" A quiet voice asked. Evie turned her head and saw Ponyboy shuffling the cards in his hand while Two-Bit, Soda, and Dallas sat at the other table in the middle of the living room.
Without thinking she answered; surprising herself by accepting the shy boy's invitation.
She internally cursed getting bad hands, but managed to keep her poker face. Repressing emotions seemed to be coming easily to her lately.
Soda won that round with a flush. Evie suspected that Soda had been hiding cards in his shoes or something, though she refused to call him out in it. She didn't feel like being with Steve and Soda fighting; she didn't feel like much of anything. Being numb though was better than feeling. Evie secretly wondered if it would all just ever end.
A/N: Sorry that this is short. I promise that future chapters will be longer.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with this story. I may be putting it on hiatus, it's not getting many views, likes, or reviews. If someone's out there please speak up.
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~Alee