Author's Note:
Well Over My Head is getting closer and closer to being finished. :(. The plot is advancing even more and the big shabang is about to happen. I'm estimating that there will prolly end up being around 23 chapters maybe. Maybe not. I'm not so sure yet. Enjoy:D
Maggie's eyes snapped opened and she looked around the room quickly. Had she passed out? She was at Buck's, she could tell that much, the place was surprisingly silent. No music came from downstairs and no moans came from the room next to this one. What time was it?
She slowly tried to sit up, but groaned and stopped herself. Memories came flooding back and she cursed herself.
Why was she always the one that got jumped?
Better me then Johnny, she reminded herself as she turned her head around the room. A smirk found its way onto her lips at what she saw. 9 out of the 11 boys in the group were sprawled around the floor, with the exception of Steve who laid next to her on the bed, his mouth hanging open a bit and his once perfect hair hanging in his face.
For a couple of seconds everything almost seemed perfect. And then she remembered.
Tears found their way to her eyes and she wondered what she was supposed to do. She had told Val she was done with him last night but she didn't know if that was the truth. Was she really done with him?
A cough came from across the room and Maggie tilted her head up as far as it would go. She gave Dally a small smile and he grunted wearily back at her.
"Hang over?" she asked him quietly, hoping she wouldn't wake the rest of the gang.
"No. I stayed up all night so I could watch you." he said in a matter of fact tone. Maggie rolled her eyes.
"As if I need looking after." she countered. Dally's face broke out into a smirk as he pulled himself off of the floor.
"Looks to me like you do." he said, motioning to her arms and legs. She scowled at him and let out a few not so nice words, all in good fun. He chuckled softly and made his way over to her, sitting himself down on the bed. Maggie tried to reach up to smack him playfully but found she couldn't move her arms.
"I can't move my arms." she whined before looking down. She couldn't even see skin. Her arms were covered in bandages, goze, and tape.
"Yeah, Soda fixed ya up." Dallas said with a bit of a scowl.
"What do you mean? Why didn't Darry do it?" she questioned, an eyebrow raised.
"Cause he wasn't here to do it, and we couldn't find him." Dally explained. He gave her a look and she knew that was her signal to drop it.
"Is he home now?" she pressured, ignoring his looks.
"I don't know Maggie, nobody's been by the house. All of us are here." he said in an irritated voice.
Maggie scowled at him and plopped back down into her pillow, deciding to give her neck a rest.
"Get my mane(you know like a lions hair) out of my face will you?" she asked, referring to her long blond hair. Dally chuckled and reached up, moving her hair out of her face.
"Thanks." she said quietly. She was going to hate this...having to be token care of.
"So we got together with Tim and some of the Brumely boys and decided we're going to have-"
"A rumble." Maggie said at the same time as Dally. He nodded.
"...as soon as we find out who did it."
"What do you mean find out? You should already know. Tim said he had heard about the guys." Maggie snapped, looking at him with angry eyes. How could they not know the guys that did this?
"Yeah, well, no one seems to know them. Not even the guys they jumped." Dally said, his mouth set in a firm line.
"I don't want another rumble. I still can't forget the last one." Maggie mumbled.
"This one's different." Dallas insisted.
"How?" Maggie snapped. "These guys are even worse then socs. They jumped me without a second thought about it. Even socs have a bit more decency then that. These guys will probably bring chains and pipes and what not and I bet you more then one of them will have a blade or a heater!" Maggie explained, almost yelling.
"Calm down." Dallas snapped coldly.
"Screw you." Maggie countered, settling back into the pillow. "It'll never be different. A rumbles a rumble."
"Shut up." Steve growled from beside them, pulling a pillow over his face to drown out the noise.
"Oh go back to sleep!" Maggie snapped again, her bad mood progressing. She seethed as she tried to rearrange herself. She couldn't believe this.
She was stuck in this stupid bed for God knows how long with nothing to do and on top of that the guys were going to have to take care of her.
"Shut up." she muttered to herself.
"You goin' crazy?" Dally asked with a raised eyebrow. She could tell he was about to smirk.
"No!" she snapped again with a loud huff. "I'm just upset." she added.
"I can see that." he answered as he mocked Maggie with a stupid angry face.
"Go back to bed." she told him, holding back a smile.
"If you say so." he said as he climbed in next to her and pushed her towards Steve.
"I didn't mean get in my bed." she laughed as she watched him get under the covers. He chuckled and laid his head on her pillow right next to her own. She smiled at him and watched as he closed his eyes.
She couldn't help but hope he would fall asleep fast because she wanted some thinking time to herself. She wanted to decide once and for all what it was that made her feel this way and if she really did like Val or love him.
There's a fine line between love and hate, she reminded herself, thinking that maybe she hated him instead of loved him. She groaned inwardly. She was never going to figure this out at the rate she was going.
Why couldn't he just make things easier? Why couldn't he just flat out tell her what he felt or what he thought? Instead she was stuck wondering about what she felt and what she thought.
It would be so much easier if he told me what he wanted, she decided as she squirmed. She could tell Dally was fast asleep and smiled at the thought. She was stuck in between two of her favoritist guys in the whole world. It made her happy to know that she still had them. And that she probably would no matter what.
She shifted towards Steve a bit, letting his body warmth transfer to her. He was always warm and always nice to cuddle with. She sighed contently, hoping she could push everything with Val to the back of her mind for the time being. She was definitely in a bad situation, there was no other way of putting it.
"Where were you?" Maggie asked as she held her arms out to Darry 2 days later. He was going to take her bandages off and look over her wounds but she was taking this time to lecture him instead.
"Out." he snapped harshly, his voice low.
"Out?" Maggie repeated with a slight snarl. "Yeah, I'm sure you were." she added darkly, glaring at him. His head shot up to glare right back at her and she was almost tempted to look down, but she knew she had to stand her ground. She wasn't going to let him win this one, not this one.
"Look, Darry, I'm not saying you can't go out, but me and you both know this has got to stop. You're hiding some kind of liquor around here all the time. And you're always drinking it when you think one of us isn't looking. I wasn't even here for a year and I knew about it as soon as I got back."
"That's right, you weren't here for a year. So you mind your own business and I'll mind mine." Darry snapped again as he got up from his chair and stomped into the kitchen. She sighed heavily and let her shoulders slump down again. She hadn't meant to make him that mad, but sometimes she really couldn't help it. Soda and Pony and the rest of the gang really needed him to be strong. They needed him to be there whether he was strong or not.
Maybe that's the problem, she told herself as she sighed again.
"Hold out your arms." he said snidely as he sat back down in the chair in front of her, a snarl rested upon his features and Maggie was tempted to shrink away from him.
He sighed as he got to work, unwrapping the slightly yellow wrapping on her arms.
"Did you have to wrap her so tight, Soda?" he yelled to the younger boy as he unwound more and more.
"And you didn't even get all the rocks out. Not to mention there's not nearly enough ointment on this." he continued.
"Are you going to yell at me for everything I do wrong or are you going to stop now?" Soda yelled from the kitchen, followed but what sounded like a cabinet being slammed shut. Darry cursed slowly under his breath and grabbed Maggie's left arm a bit roughly.
"Ow." she simply stated, her signal for him to go easier on her.
"Shut up." he snapped as he took the lid off the ointment and started putting it on her cuts and scrapes.
"Ssss!" she hissed as a burning pain shot through her arm, she wiggled around, hoping to get out of Darry's grasp but he held firm.
"That hurts like hell!" she snapped at him, glaring at him the best she could.
"I know it does." he said with a smirk before picking up a needle from beside him.
"No!" she said, trying to pull away from him again.
"Yes." he said simply, the needle coming closer and closer to her arm.
"No!" she shrieked as she watched him.
"Hold still or I'll poke your eye out." Maggie let out a scared sigh and stopped squirming, closing her eyes tightly. She knew it was going to be even more painful then when Soda was digging on her arm last night, because this time she didn't have any alcohol to numb the pain.
"Ow!" she shrieked as her eyes popped open and pain surged through her arm. She thrashed around on the chair and he dug even deeper and then deeper still.
"What's all the racket?" someone yelled as they came into the house. Maggie tried to settle down, to look tough, but the pain was too much and she started to thrash again a few seconds later.
"Damn, Darry, ease up." the voice said again, the person finally emerging into the living room. Maggie scowled despite the pain and tried to say something to Darry, but ended up failing miserably.
"What are you doing here?" Soda's voice snapped as he emerged out of the kitchen.
"Looking for Maggie." Val stated easily as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Well get out." Soda said just as easily as he pointed to the door.
"Why?" Val asked, an eyebrow raised as he looked towards Maggie.
"See that?" Soda walked towards Maggie and Darry and pointed to her arms. "That's your fault. You're lucky Steve's not here to beat your ass." Soda continued with a shake of his head.
"I'm not scared a him." Val said again, a scowl on his face.
"No?" another voice popped up.
"SHIT!" Maggie howled, half in anger and half in pain. Steve walked towards Val, a hateful look in his eyes.
"No." Val answered.
"Stop! The both of you." Darry said as he let up on her arm for a minute. Maggie took a deep breath and tried to force away the tears in her eyes.
"You done yet?" she urged Darry as she looked at him.
"Not even close." he answered, bring the needle back to her arm.
"Get me some beer. Or vodka, or something!" she yelled at the guys in the room before clenching her eyes closed again.
"Any of you even think about it I'll skin you alive." Darry countered, not even looking up.
"Oh shit, this hurts." Maggie whined.
"No, I'm not scared of you." Val continued when Maggie stopped yelling.
"You should be." Steve said as he walked even further towards him.
"I'm not." Val puffed up his chest a bit to make himself look bigger, and flicked the hair out of his eyes.
Steve snarled at him and made an advancement, but Darry cut in.
"What did I just say?" he yelled, his voice shaking the walls. "If you two are going to start shit then do it outside." he shook his head and went back to digging.
A few seconds later Steve, Val, and Soda were on their way out, taking Darry's advice.
"Darry, pleassseeee!" Maggie whined, trashing some more.
"Just wait till I poor the alcohol on it."
