I threw my bag down and ran upstairs to my room to lie down on my bed. I cuddled into the warm, silky forest green blanket, letting the material wrap around me. I was so tired today, and I just couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was because I had to make a decision and I wanted to blow it off. I had loved Ponyboy a lot, but we had been forced to break-up because of my parents' disapproval. That one choice would never leave me; it would haunt me forever, seeing his crestfallen face when I said we were done. They still wouldn't approve of me going out with a greaser, even if I was a greaser myself. They were just impossible. They didn't care about me at all; I was just some mistake that they can't get rid of.
"Man, I really don't wanna chose." I sighed softly, brushing back my hair as I looked up. The phone began to ring, and lazily I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed it. "Hello?" I held the phone to my ear, waiting.
"Hello, this is Milo from the lawyer's office. May I speak to Mrs. Janet Liz Wingate?" I blank twice, glancing at the phone. Mom contacting a lawyer? Not unless they were old boyfriends. She would never do that, she hates lawyers and everyone like that.
"Umm, sorry she ain't here." I stuttered. "I can take a message." My lip began to quiver.
"Okay, tell her she must call me back, she's being sued for the custody of her child, Kimberly Ann Wingate, by Mr. Joseph Anthony Wingate. Thank you for your time. Have a nice day, goodbye." I dropped the phone, letting it clatter to the floor. My mouth was open slightly as I thought about everything I had just heard. Damn it! I was going to cry, big time. I could just feel the tears getting ready to fall. Suddenly, the tears let loose, slipping down my cheeks and onto my bed sheets. The phone began ringing again, but I refused to answer it. It rang a few more times before my house was silent again. It started ringing again.
"H-Hello?" I decided to answer this time, since the person on the other end obviously needed me. My mother could've been put in the hospital again, she could even be dead. But when I think about it, maybe that would've been in my best interest. I couldn't hold back a pathetic sob as the person on the other end answered.
"Heya Kim. What's wrong?" My stomach churned uncomfortably, my muscles tensed, my cheeks turned pink, my heartbeat increased, and the whole world just slowed down. I got this weird airy feeling in my stomach. You know, that nervous feeling you get whenever you're around the one person you feel like knows you best, the one who knows all about you and shares your interests.
"Can you come over for me Ponyboy? I don't wanna be alone right now, please…" I bet I sounded real pathetic right then and there. I couldn't help it, I was more than upset. He was going to take me away to God knows where, and he was worse than my mom. At least I knew my mom cared about me. I sniffled, wiping my eyes.
"I'll be right over." Good ol' Ponyboy, coming to my rescue again, like all fairytales. I knew I had made my decision right then and there, and there was no way in hell I could deny it anymore. I was in love with Ponyboy Curtis.