Author's Note:
Ok, so this chapter is short and sweet...well no so much sweet. You guys are probably going to hate me for it actually...so umm...I'm going to go cower and shut up now!
This moment would have made Maggie think about a movie like Gone With The Wind, or some other cheesy romance movie, if she could have thought at all. This moment was that part in the movie when the two main characters finally got their mind blowing kiss and that sappy sweet music started to play.
And this, was where the music would start to fuzz slowly and complete cut off.
WHAT WAS SHE THINKING? She had known Dallas for a while now. She also knew how he treated his girlfriends and how he treated other girls. She also knew that Dallas could not be tied down, Dallas could not love. So why, in the name of heaven and earth, was she standing there kissing him now. Why...why...why...WHY?
How could she even be sure that the thing she was feeling for Dallas wasn't just lust anyway? How? It could be lust just like she felt for Tim.
Oh god!
Now she was was kissing Dallas while thinking about lusting for Tim. What was wrong with her? This whole teenage bit was driving her crazy. Literally.
And this is where the music slowly but surely turns into the horrific violins when someone in a horror movie is going to get whacked off by the crazy man with a chainsaw. And more or less that's pretty much what happened...
"Dal-" whoever it was had started to say Dally's name, and whoever it was had obviously stopped when he saw Dallas and Maggie attached by the lips, which, Maggie realized, had to be a really awkward situation for whoever was standing at the door. But even more awkward for Maggie.
Maggie pulled away from Dallas quickly, panting for air. Her lips felt like they were swollen but she ignored them as she turned to whoever it was, peeling herself out of Dally's grip.
"Steve..." Maggie's voice just kind of trailed off. She had no idea what to think. Steve out of all the people in the gang had witnessed Dally and Maggie in a lip lock.
DID GOD HATE HER OR SOMETHING?
"Listen, this is not what it looks like!" Maggie tried to convince, but stopped at his raised eyebrow.
"Maggie would you care to go on a walk with me?" this...this was a new voice. Maggie could have dropped dead right there. But no, she would have dropped dead if God loved her, but obviously he hated her because she didn't drop dead. She just stood there, like a fish out of water surrounded by three starving, angry fishermen.
What was a girl to do?
So she ran through her options.
A) She could go inside and try and escape into Pony and Soda's room (while risking getting into a fist fight with Darry), B) jump over what seemed to be the extremely huge fence that kept her on the porch, C) go on a walk with the newly arrived gang leader from New York who had just caught her kissing his old "pal" on a porch of a house he had no idea belonged to.
Wait! How did Val get here so fast?
"Umm, do I have a choice?" Maggie asked Val finally, shrinking under the stairs of the 3 big guys surrounding her.
"No." Val said firmly.
"Right, then I guess I'm going with you. I'll catch ya later you guys. Actually probably not, because if I'm guessing right, Val's probably going to hang me from a telephone pole for lieing to him. Don't get too hammered tonight Dal. Oh, and Steve keep this on the down low, ok?"
The only feeling that Maggie definitely she could make out...PANIC!
