That night I didn't go home. I stayed at Angela's house wrapped in her arms. It was comforting and made me realize why Pony and Soda liked to share a bed together. It made me feel safe and protected; almost like my problems were nonexistent.
I had to blink a few times to get use to the sunlight. I let out an uncomfortable groan. Sleeping in jeans was so not a good idea. I quickly freed myself from Angela's grasp and put my hair into a messy bun.
I would deal with my appearance later, I thought.
When I finally made my way downstairs, I was not surprised to realize that it was already noon. The Shepard's and I were pretty late sleepers. Just like my brothers. My brothers. They were going to kill me.
I didn't let this get to me as I began to make breakfast, knowing that Tim would be awake not until way later and no offense to Curly or Angela but they didn't know the first thing when it came to cooking a decent meal. Even if it was something as basic as cereal. Curly thought it was okay to add orange juice to his cereal when he ran out of milk. That memory still makes me shiver to this day. It was so disgusting.
Like I figured, a few minutes after I finished cooking, Curly and Angela pranced into the room looking like they got hit by a truck.
We ate together on the couch talking about stupid things here and there until one thing caught my attention.
"I almost feel bad for him. If he wasn't raised in New York, maybe he wouldn't be out getting arrested every month." Angela muttered.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that she was speaking on behalf of Dally.
"It isn't just Dally. Greasers in general suffer from this problem. We're looked down upon by society based on what we believe and how we dress. This is so much more than Dallas Winston. I mean look at Tim. Tim and Dally aren't so much different. You view Tim as a good fellow even though he gets jailed all the time. Which, by the way, Tim is a good guy, but that is besides the point. There's another side to Dally too that you just haven't seen yet." I responded with.
Curly and Angela just looked at each other before laughing.
"Another side to Dallas Winston. Sure. That's like saying that socs aren't heartless." Curly said in-between laughter.
For the millionth time that day, I sighed. I didn't even bother arguing. No matter what I said, neither of those two were going to listen.
Around 4pm I decided to go home.
"You sure you will be okay? I can come with." Angela stated while we were hugging.
"I'll be fine. I'll call you when I get a chance, okay? In the mean time you should be finding something to wear to the dance."
"As if. That place is going to be filled with socs. Besides nobody would want to go with me."
I laughed a little. Sometimes my friend was a little slow. Guys were almost obsessed with her. They trailed her every movement, but of course I understood what she meant. Ponyboy. I didn't know how to break it to her that my little brother just wasn't into girls yet.
When I walked into my house, I figured my brothers were going to ground me until I was 18, but instead they just sat there. All 7 of them. My brother's gang was just chilling around the TV laughing at some show. Nobody even paid any attention at the fact that I was home. I was mildly confused at first, but decided to think nothing of it.
After calling Angela to let her know I was fine, I decided to join my friends on the couch. I took a seat between Two-Bit and Dally, but being that I was afraid of Dally, I practically sat in Two-Bit's lap.
Unfortunately this act didn't go unnoticed as Two-Bit decided to make some form of scene.
"Golly Cat. Could you get any closer. I thought we had this talk before. I can't date you because you're Darry's little sister."
I blushed in embarrassment as Darry glared at Two-Bit.
"You're too young too date" Darry stated seriously.
"She's too young to do a lot of things, but that hasn't stopped her, has it?" Dally said smirking and looking me in the eyes.
"You're right. Maybe I am too young to do a lot of things and I realize that now," I stuttered as I rose and made my way to my room.
Johnny was the only one to catch the tension between us. I made awkward eye contact with him that let me know that he was probably going to ask about it one day. Great. I thought. Just great.