For The Love of a Greaser

Chapter 31

Maybe For Christmas

Two weeks passed by and we were left in December. The night after the rumble, everyone had stayed at our house so that I could keep an eye on them. They were all terribly sore. That and Ponyboy had ended up fainting in the living room from a fever. Apparently, he was sicker than we thought and suddenly went down at the drop of the hat. Luckily, Darry was close enough and grabbed him before his head could hit the ground. Although, that still didn't help with how worried that him and Soda had been. Both of them had stayed by his side while he was sick. Me, well, I'd convinced Darry to take a couple of days off to relax and watch over things while I continued to work.

Shortly after Ponyboy was better, we had to go down to the courthouse. They were going to give the verdict on possible punishment as they went over the facts. It had been so hot in there with all the windows closed and everyone close together in that small room. I just felt sorry for Darry, sitting there in that suit with a tie close on his neck. I knew that he had to have been sweating up a storm like everyone else. Me, I'd been stuck in a skirt and blouse. I had gone with them, wanting to be there by their side for support. We'd been extatic when the judge announced not guiltly, agreeing to place Ponyboy in Darry's care.

"Hey, Darry?"

"Yeah?" he looked toward me as I washed the dishes.

"How much longer do you think you'll have work?" I asked, knowing how cold it had been getting, along with the amount of rain that we'd been having.

"To be honest, I really don't know. Probably not much more though," he told me.

"What are you going to do then?" I asked, handing him one of the dishes to dry.

"I'm not really sure," he said honestly, taking his time in drying the plate.

"Well, between me and Soda, we should be able to hold out for a while," I said, scrubbing the food off of another dish, before handing it to Darry.

"I suppose, but I don't feel right, having you do all this," he said, taking the dish from my hand.

"Look as long as we watch the heat and electricity, we'll be fine. After all, I managed to get by just me and Eden all this time, we should still do fine now," I told him.

"But..."

"No buts," I said, flicking some water at him.

He just scrunched his nose up before laughing, flicking the towel at my butt.

"Darry!" I squealed, moving away.

"You started it, I'm finishing it," he said simply, moving toward me.

He placed the dish on the counter, before finally cornering me, wrapping me up in his arms. Before I knew it, he began tickling me, keeping me close against him so that I couldn't go anywhere.

"D-Darry!" I laughed, trying to wriggle free. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry!" I cried.

He stopped a few moments later, merely keeping his arms around me now.

"You're a devil, you know that."

"And you're not?" he asked skeptically, biting back a grin.

I just stuck my tongue out at him at this, showing off my childish side. This made him laugh.

"I suppose we're both devils then," he chuckled, bringing his hand up to rest against my cheek, his thumb rubbing over it gently.

"You're worse," I breathed.

I couldn't help, but to smile at him as he did this, closing my eyes in a feeling of peace. His touch always did this to me and I was never left with a feeling of regret. I then felt him lean down, before pressing his lips to mine. It was such a nice feeling, sensual, calming. It was so nice that I even wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him just a bit closer as I kissed back, savoring the feeling between us. How I'd gone so long without someone like him, I would never know.

"I love you..." he whispered, running a hand through my hair.

"I love you too," I spoke into the kiss, my body pressed up against his.

We seemed to fit perfectly together, me and him. That's what I thought as we stood there for a moment, arms wrapped around one another. It was so easy to feel this way with him.

"If I get sick because of you, you're a dead man," I whispered, resting my head against his shoulder for a moment.

"If you get sick, then we'll just have to deal with it then," he chuckled, stroking my hair.

"I'll still ring your neck though," I mumbled into his shoulder.

"I'll be looking forward to it."

I shoved him for that one, a smile breaking onto my face.

"You're terrible," I laughed.

"You know you love it," he joked.

Truth be told, he got sick a while back after Pony did, likely getting whatever Ponyboy had had. At this point though, he was feeling a bit better, but I was still afraid of getting sick. At the moment we couldn't afford to get sick. Darry was the exception because he hadn't had any work. Me, I still had to be at Joe's almost everyday. I'd be pulling long hours for the next couple weeks though in order to help with Christmas. That meant that it'd be more hectic. We'd also be having plenty more customers coming in out of the cold for food and drink. It always got busier in the winter.

"So, have you thought about what to get Soda and Ponyboy?" I asked, moving back over to the sink to finish the dishes up.

"Well, Soda busted his comb a while back, so I was thinking about getting him another one," he told me.

"What about Ponyboy?"

"I'll probably just stop by the bookstore of something," he said with a shrug.

"And what do you want?" I asked, turning my head to look at him.

"Peace and quiet?" he chuckled.

"Seriously though, what do you want for Christmas?" I asked, leaning against the counter.

"I don't know, I don't really need anything," he said.

"Just humor me?" I breathed.

"A new razor?" he offered, saying the first thing that came to his mind.

"Now, was that so hard?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Was this?" he asked, getting me with the towel like he had before.

"Darry!" I cried, moving away.

He just followed me right into the living room with it, a grin on his face as he whipped it up and got me in the butt.

"I swear, when I get a hold of you!" I exclaimed.

"Have to stop running first," he laughed, moving to get me again.

I just ran up the stairs, closing the door behind me. Unfortunately though, there was no lock on the door, so I was stuck hiding in the closet.

"You know you can't hide," he called, walking into the room, before shutting the door behind him.

I could hear him walking around the room, his feet thumping lightly against the floor. I could hear the shifting of the sheets as he looked under the bed, then the sound of his feet moving toward the closet.

"Found you!" he cried, throwing the doors open.

I let out a squeal a moment later, laughing when he picked me up in his arms and threw me onto the bed, watching me bounce a few times.

"Now, you're mine," he said, climbing onto the bed after me.

I laughed as he drew closer, hovering over me. Then, just as he was about to lean down and kiss me, we heard the front door slam.

"You've got to be kidding me," he groaned, hanging his head.

"Hey, Abby! You ready?" it was Dally.

"Just give me a minute!" I called, moving to sit up. "How about this, for Christmas, you get me all to yourself?" I offered.

"Yeah, sure, like that'll happen," he said, rolling his eyes.

"I'll be back after a while, okay?" I said, pressing my lips to his. "Get some sleep, it's good for you," I told him, getting up off and bed and walking downstairs.

Dally was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, an eyebrow raised.

"Did I interupt something?" he asked off handedly, not really caring that much.

"Don't worry about it. Just let me put my shoes on and then we can go, alright?"

"Yeah, sure, man."

And I did just that, pulling my shoes on and tying them up, grabbing my jacket afterward. Once that was out of the way, we left the house, walking toward town.

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Darry sighed as he laid there on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. To say that he was annoyed was pushing it. Every time that he tried to get some time alone with Abigail, something would happen or someone would interrupt. All that he wanted to do was lay there with her and hold her in his arms, even kiss her occasionally. They'd actually been having fun before Dally had come and interrupted them. It'd been just like the last time, Soda coming home and announcing his arrival. He never seemed to get a break.

"Maybe for Christmas like she said," he breathed.

He then closed his eyes, turning over on his side, his hand coming to rest in the space where Abigail should have been.

Yay! Chapter 31. I really must apologize on the shortness of it, but I really didn't feel as though I could write much more for this particular chapter. Next one should be longer though. Anyway, please remember to REVIEW and MESSAGE me with your thoughts, opinions, ideas, and feelings on this chapter/story.

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ALSO if ANYONE has any IDEAS on gifts like what the some of the guys could get Abigail for Christmas or vise versa, it'd be GREATLY appreciated.

THANKS EVERYONE!