Stumble

Chapter Four

Disclaimer - I do not own the Outsiders. Or Boston by Augustana.

– You don't know me, You don't wear my chains –

"You been waitin' all night to say that, haven't you?" I asked, as I continued to stare up at him.

He laughed a little bit. "Get up."

I did as I was told and began walking home again. The boy caught up with me and began walking beside me. I gave him a sideways glance. "You stalkin' me now?"

"I saved yer life twice, don't be such a bitch," he commented. "And I gotta go this way, anyways."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine," I sighed. "So, what is yer name?"

"Dallas Winston," he replied as he lit a cigarette. He held the pack out and offered me one. I took it and he struck a match. "Yer Morgan, right?"

"Yeah," I said simply, not able to think of some snide remark. "Morgan Starr."

"Starr," he mulled it over for a moment. "Like the Beatle?"

"Yeah, like the Beatle," I laughed.

"You don't like the Beatles, do you?" he asked.

"They're not bad," I replied with a shrug. He gave me a sideways glance and shook his head. He mumbled something that wasn't quite audible, but I knew he was cussing them out.

We walked in silence for a little while after that. It wasn't an awkward silence, though. It's weird, but I was already feeling safe with his guy. This complete stranger.

I turned another corner, and he did the same. "Okay, now you're stalking me," I said.

"Nope," he replied, taking another drag off his cigarette. "The place I'm headed is just up here."

I came to a stop in front of my house. "Well, this is me," I told him.

"A'right," he replied. "I guess I'll see y'round."

"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged. We both just stood there for a moment. Now the silence was awkward. "Well, thanks for-," I was cut off when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a kiss. We broke away after a moment, but still stayed close together. "I'm not the kinda person you wanna get involved with," I whispered, my eyes shut tight.

"I could say the same thing to you," I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me.

"You're dangerous," I told him and he smirked a bit. "I have real problems."

The last thing I saw before I turned away from him, was his face falling in disappointment.