HELLO! So, this chapter is really late because I've been having computer problems but my laptop is good to go now so don't worry! New chapters will be pumped out at a nice, steady pace now hopefully. I really want to thank , clarissa, my oh mighty, Rockerchick09, Yehhhok, and Dallytookmetobucks for their lovely reviews! Remember, the longer the better ;) I did get a comment about how Luke's character wasn't developed very well and as I went back and read through the chapter again, I totally agree! I was thinking about maybe having Luke come back into the story a little later on and we'll get a better glimpse of the kind of person he is. Sound okay? Please review, it really inspires me! MUCH LOVE
I tear off my clothes with a huff, wincing when I accidentally bump my lip, and throw them in a corner. Pulling on my brown cotton shorts and baggy t-shirt I decide to sneak down the hall and into the bathroom to clean my lip the best I could. As I dap my bloody lip with a damp cloth I sigh, feelin' my eyes well up with tears. The first guy that asks me out on a date turns out to be a perverted asshole. Of course. A tear drips down my face but I wipe it away quickly, glarin' at myself in the mirror.
"Don't you dare cry over an asshole like that! He's not worth it!" I whisper to my reflection furiously. Once my eyes aren't watery and red anymore I take a deep breath and head out into the living room. I settle down in between Soda and Steve on the couch, huggin' a pillow to my chest to keep warm. Darry peeks at me from over the newspaper he's reading but quickly folds it up when his eyes zero in on my lip. I know Steve and Soda have noticed too because they shift forward in their seats to get a better look at my face. I see Two-Bit leanin' in the doorway of the kitchen with a scowl on his face and fire in his eyes.
"I handled it, okay? Just let it go," I say as Darry opens his mouth to speak. I didn't want them to drag out tonight's happenings any longer by vowing to find Luke and beat the crap out of him. I honestly just wanted to forget about bein' forced into a kiss on my first ever date.
"First off, what did you have to handle? And second, how did you handle it?" Darry asks, crossing his arms over his chest with a stony expression on his face.
"Luke kissed me suddenly so I kicked him," I say, tryin' to water down the story.
"You mean he was kissin' you when you didn't want him to!" Two-Bit spits out, his scowl deepening and I roll my eyes, standin' up from the couch.
"Goodnight," I say before walkin' back to my room, ignoring the protests of the gang to come back and explain what happened in detail. About an hour later I fall asleep snuggled under my covers with Lucky purring quietly next to my head.
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It was now Tuesday night and the whole gang except Darry is at the Nightly Double. It was boiling outside so all the guys had their shirts off and tucked into their back pocket, lettin' them swing around. I was wearin' my shortest jean shorts and a flowy pink tank top that was sticking to the sweat on my back, making me grimace in disgust. My flip-flops were covered in dust from the walk here but I was only focused on getting an ice cold Pepsi at the moment. I was about halfway to concessions, clutching the dime Two-Bit had given me in my sweaty palm, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around only to come face to face with none other than Luke Duran. I immediately started to glare at him and turned back around to walk away but he slid around me, stoppin' my escape. Luke, like the rest of the male greaser population, was without a shirt but the extra weight around his hips bounced as he laughed at my attempt to get away and I grimaced.
"Babe, where ya goin'? Ya never gave me the chance to ask you out on another date after our first one the other night," he says with a smile and my glare gets even more heated. My hands are clenched and I just want to walk away but the rest of his gang has stepped up to surround us.
"Why would I want to go out with you again after you acted like a complete asshole?" I ask, crossin' my arms across my chest as his eyes wander. I realize now that I should have listened to the gang and not gone out on a date with someone I hadn't even known for a day. Luke was just like most of the other greaser guys, a perverted asshole only after one thing. Sex.
"Come on, babe, maybe I moved a bit too fast but you'll come around!" he says with a confident smirk and I just keep my glare on him. I go to push past him but his arm snaps up to wrap around my bicep in an iron grip, making me bite my still busted up lip in pain. He's not smilin' anymore and I become nervous, hopin' someone will come looking for me soon.
"Let go," I say, noticing how my voice wavers, making him and his friends laugh. I glance behind Luke as he's caught up laughing and make eye contact with Tim Shepard who's makin' a beeline straight for us. I feel my muscles relax in relief before I realize it and let my eyes drop to his shirtless torso. Unlike Luke, Tim has a six-pack and his skin is tanned to a perfect bronze color. I look away quickly, my cheeks beginning to turn red and take a calming breath. I expect Tim to intimidate Luke into letting me go but I freeze in shock when he taps him on the shoulder and throws a hard punch. I'm immediately free and scramble to the side as Luke's buddies charge Tim, makin' me hold my breath in worry. As I watch Tim take down Luke and his friends I realize that maybe Pony had been right, and Tim was just a dangerous hood.
"Damn, Rosey, you really know how to rile a guy up," I suddenly hear Dallas say from over my shoulder and I jump a little before glancing up at him.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, feelin' defensive, not understanding why Dally is so amused at this whole situation.
"You think Shepard would come to the rescue of any old greaser girl? He was mad as fuck when I told him about your little date with captain douchebag over there," Dally says, mockin' the word date and motioning towards a groaning Luke. I look over and notice Tim is now starin' at me, but what makes me jump a little is the cold glare he has. Before I have any time to react, he's turned around and stalked off toward the front entrance of the Nightly Double. I'm frozen to the spot, in shock that a guy that had been somewhat sweet and nice to me had just given me a death glare. I feel Dally tug me back toward the gang and follow him, trying to process what all had just happened.
"Jesus Christ, Lily, what the hell is that?" I hear Soda ask as I walk up and snap out of my daze, glancin' down at my arm. I sigh at the dark bruising there and just shrug, sinkin' down into my seat and staring blankly at the movie screen. I vaguely hear Dally tell them what went down but stay tuned out of any more conversation for the rest of the night. It isn't until I'm lyin' in my bed later that night that I realize why I'm so upset. The crush I thought was small, stupid, and pointless has turned into something big. I was depressed that Tim was angry with me, and that made me angry. What right did he have to control my emotions and play with me like this? I sit up in my bed, glarin' at the wall and cursing Tim Shepard into the deepest pits of hell.
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I honestly think God hates me. Not only did he think it was funny to make it rain on the one day I was forced to take the ten-minute walk to work, but he thought it would be hilarious to sit Tim and his gang in my section of the diner. Soaked to the bone, I angrily throw off my old coat and tie an apron around my waist, wanting to serve him quickly so he would leave as soon as possible. As I took the Shepard gang's orders, I once again felt Tim's eyes on my but this time it just made me angry. Luck, however, was not on my side as Tim's gang left about twenty minutes later but he didn't. He managed to stare at me the entire time I worked my five-hour shift, causin' my anger to steadily rise until I was shakin' with rage. At the end of my shift I quickly rushed out the front door of the diner and into the rain that was still comin' down, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my coat. I was about halfway home when Tim finally stepped in front of me, lightning softly illuminating his face every few seconds. I feel my control snap and my hand flies across his face, creating a resounding smack and throwin' his head to the side. My anger quickly deflates and I stand there, hand still raised and breathing heavily, barely feeling the rain drip down my face. It's silent for a few seconds before Tim slowly turns his head back to face me, a smirk present on his lips. My anger starts to rise again and my hand drops to my side, clenchin' into a fist.
"Feel better, babe?" Tim asks and I scowl at him, my anger bubblin' just below the surface. Surprisingly, him calling me babe doesn't irritate me like it did with Luke, if anything it makes my anger deflate a little bit.
"What the hell is your problem? Do you think it's funny to play with my emotions? And what the hell did I do to make you angry in the first place? The last time I even talked to you before the Nightly Double two days ago was after that stupid rumble!" I yell, stompin' my foot like a little kid throwing a temper tantrum. Tim's smirk disappears and he glares at me, takin' a step forward so we're nose to nose.
"Bullshit. We talked the night of your date remember? And you were a bitch to me, so I can be pissed off all I want. And how the fuck am I playin' with your emotions? If anythin', you're playin' with mine!" Tim says back, not yelling but his voice deepens with anger, and he sneers out the word date like it was a disease. My mind flashes back to after I kicked Luke and my anger deflates once again. I guess I was kind of a bitch, but how dare he accuse me of playin' with his emotions! He always acts like he doesn't even have any because it makes him look tuff!
"I am not playin' with your emotions because you don't have any, remember? You always act like you don't care about anything or anyone, so obviously nothing I do is gonna hurt you! I'm sorry I was a bitch, but I had a rough night, okay?" I yell back, pushin' against his chest and he takes a step back, his glare never wavering. It's raining harder now and the thunder is deafening, but neither of us notices as we keep screamin' at each other.
"Jesus Christ! You're so clueless! Just shut the fuck up!" Tim yells, louder than he had been and suddenly walks forward. Before I realize what's happening, his hand slips behind my head and he yanks me towards him. His lips slam down on mine, moving slowly as I stand there too shocked to do anything. As his other arm slides around my waist to pull me closer my eyes slide shut, my lips slowly moving with his. I let my hands wrap around his neck as we shuffle even closer together, every inch of our bodies touching. Suddenly Tim pulls away and is walking back toward the diner quickly, leavin' me breathless and confused. Who the hell kisses someone like that then walks away? Life is so confusing.
Okay, guys so it wasn't that long but I wanted to get a chapter up for you guys! It's not my best chapter either, but I wanted to make some progress with Tim and Lilyrose's relationship. I didn't want them to just kiss and suddenly be perfectly happy together, though, which is why Tim walked away. He's still having problems accepting how he feels and this is going to be a reoccurring problem for him. It's gonna be a long, bumpy road to complete happiness but stick around because they'll get there eventually MUCH LOVE! Oh, next chapter should be up by tomorrow night if I can keep my ideas flowing. If it's not up tomorrow night, then plan for Tuesday or Wednesday night!
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