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Tish stood outside the Curtis' house unsure about knocking. She knew if curly found out she was there he would kill her. She knocked and Steve Randall came to the door.
"What's up, Tish?," he asked surprised to see her.
"Hey," she said nervously," Is Dallas here?" Tish felt her stomach was in knots. She was never like this when she talked to guys. "Yeah, come on in." Steve led her in through the living room and into the kitchen. She saw Dallas sitting at the kitchen table. She was astounded by the way he looked but she tried not to react.
'Hey, Dal," she said," How are you?"
"How do I look?," Dallas asked sarcastically.
"Well, can I talk to you?"
"What about?'
Tish looked around the rrom at the rest of the gang. "Can we talk alone?," she asked in a shy manner. Dallas had never seen her being shy before. He stood up and she followed him outside.
The sun was bright and it's light danced on the crisp fall leaves. The beautiful day contradicted hoe terrible Dallas felt, physically and mentally. When you are miserable you never notice how lovely the day is.
Tish sighed nervously. "Listen Dal, I'm sorry about what happened to you. You shouldn't have been around with that Soc though."
"You knew about this, didn't you?," Dallas accused. Tish hesitated before she spoke again. "I didn't know it was gonna be this bad," she said reluctantly. Dallas couldn't believe her honesty and he had to give her credit for it.
"I thought we were friends, Tish."
"We are."
"We couldn't be if you let this happen."
"It's not my fault. You shouldn't have hit Tim."
"So this is what I get for helping her? You know me, Tish. I hate Socs, but she didn't do anything."
"Are you kidding? She doesn't have to. She dates the punk who jumped Johnny!"
"And you date the punk who jumped me! And she didn't know about what was gonna happen to Johnny. You knew."
Tish sighed and looked around them. They were all alone. Tears were welling up in her eyes. " Fine," she said," I don't want to fight with you anymore. I came here to apologize. I'm sorry." She reached her hand out and touched his face.
Dallas looked into her eyes. They were deep blue and they seemed to get darker with her tears. They were almond shaped. Dallas knew he couldn't look at them for too long because he would get lost in them and then never find his way out. He moved closer like he was going to kiss her. She didn't flinch. Their lips touched and Tish felt like she herself was lost.