For The Love of a Greaser
Chapter 45
Explanation
One week later found Abigail back at home. It had been an interesting few days at home, especially since Johnny was staying with them now. Granted, she didn't have custody of him yet because she had to wait until she was 21, but that was only a month away and then she'd be able to file for it. Currently, it made no difference to Johnny though. As long as he was staying with them, then he was perfectly fine with things. Regardless, Abigail was just happy to have him around. Even though he couldn't do very much, he still made his best effort.
Each day, Johnny would help around the house, whether it was making food or something else. Even though Abigail made protests against it, he still kept at it. Normally, she'd tell him that it was her job or Darry's to do that, but he wanted to help. Johnny didn't want to feel useless and if he just sat around all day, then that's what he was going to feel like. Useless. What was hardest though was getting around the house in his wheel chair. He still wasn't able to walk and he found the wheelchair to be a hassle when trying to go into the bathroom or anything else. Darry had tried to fix that though by filing out part of the bathroom door to make it big enough for Johnny to fit through and also moving the dining table. He'd made sure to move it away from the piano, leaving just enough room for the wheelchair to pass.
"Johnny, hun, it's time for breakfast," Abigail called from the kitchen, sliding plates onto the table with the practiced ease of a normal routine.
This in itself was a delight for Johnny, actually being able to eat breakfast with everyone else without really having to worry about anything. So, regardless of the fact that he was still tired, he rolled his way into the dining room and pulling up to the table.
"Here ya go, hun," she smiled, sitting a plate of eggs down in front of him, before going to the back door.
"Darry, breakfast is ready!" she called, her head sticking out of the door.
"Alright, I'll be in in a minute," he called back, hammering a few more nails into the plywood.
Abigail just sighed at this, shaking her head as a small smile pulled at her lips. Darry was so intent on finishing his work, but that's just how he was. After all, he was doing this for more than just himself, he was doing it for the entire gang. If they managed to get custody of Johnny, then it would prove to be a lot safer for the kid, but it also meant that he'd need a room of his own. That's why Darry was working on building an addition to the house. After all, they had plenty of room at the back of the house for a small room to be added, and really that was all that he needed. Granted, he'd still have to be helped into bed and stuff, but that was the least of their worries.
"How long do you think it'll take him to finish it?" Johnny asked curiously.
"I'm not really sure to be honest Johnny," she told him, carefully pulling out a seat to sit down. "Oops, almost forgot the drinks," she laughed lightly, feeling a bit frazzled at forgetting them.
She then grabbed three glasses and carried them back to the table, before grabbing the pitcher of milk out of the morning, it was just the three of them, since everyone else had already left. To be honest, Abigail had slept in a bit later with Darry, missing the chance to watch the others leave. Not that she minded much. In all honesty, she actually couldn't get up as early as everyone else since being back. She was still far to sore, allowing Darry to help her with most things. Granted, it was actually him that offered to help her with everything, completely refusing to let her lift certain things. This in itself annoyed her to a degree. It wasn't him that annoyed her though, just the fact that she was unable to do things on her own. It also gave Johnny an excuse to help out more.
Upon hearing another nail being hammered outside, Abigail walked over to the back door, pushing it open and stepping outside.
"Darrel Curtis, inside, now," she ordered, pointing to the door.
She heard him sigh, before dropping the hammer onto the ground.
"Fine, fine," he said, finally agreeing as he raised his hands in defeat. "But I'm taking care of the dishes," he told her.
"Darry!" she whined.
"No, I'm doing the dishes and that's that," he said pointedly. "And after that, you're going back upstairs and laying down, even if I have to carry you upstairs myself."
"But," she started, before being interrupted by Darry.
"No buts," he argued, pulling her inside with him and closing the door. "You need rest and that's that," he said, placing a hand against the small of her back, only to have her whine.
"But I'm tired of just laying around all the time," she complained, shoulders slumping a bit.
"Look, you just sit down for now and I'll grab the toast," he breathed, guiding her over to the table, before walking back into the kitchen and over to the toaster.
"Has anyone ever told you how annoying you can be?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Darry merely chuckled at this, bringing the toast over on a plate.
"You know," he started, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder. "I think you'd be the first," he joked, a smile tugging at his lips as he set the plate down on the table.
She stuck her tongue out at him in response, a childish look on her face, which in Darry's mind made her look even more adorable.
"Oh, real cute," he laughed, ruffling what was left of her hair.
She pouted at this, causing a small laugh to escape Johnny's lips, her face going slightly red as a result.
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Abigail let out a sigh as she laid there on the bed, her eyes gazing up at the blank ceiling. As ordered, she was laying back down, but it still hadn't been without putting up a bit of a fight. The thought itself caused a small smile to pull at her lips as she remembered it, Darry carrying her up the stairs in his arms as she continued to whine and protest. It didn't seem to have fazed him at all as he had taken it in stride.
"Darry," she breathed, the sound coming out like a sigh as she continued to lay there, the next thought coming into her mind being the hospital.
His explanation of everything went through her mind, her lips twitching again. He'd seemed so embarrassed when he'd had to face her with an explanation. It almost resembled a small child who'd been caught trying to sneak a cookie out of the cookie jar while their mother was supposed to be in the other room. This in itself made her laugh as she thought about it, his slightly reddened face coming to mind.
"Well, um, you see," he started, wringing his hands.
It was as if he wanted to be anywhere over than the room with her at the moment. Even worse, he was now caught explaining the lie that he had created without her knowing.
"Yes?" she pressed, raising an eyebrow in apprehension.
"Um," he licked his lower lip, before sighing. "Please don't be mad?" he asked nervous, unconsciously bringing his hand up to scratch the side of his jaw.
"Now, why would I possibly be mad?" she asked, try to hide the amusement in her voice.
To her, it was rather funny seeing him like this, caught up in his own lie as he attempted to get the words out. Truth was, she wasn't mad at all, just curious as to what his excuse for it was. After all, she could easily understand why he had done it, lying and telling the medical staff that he was her fiance. Doing so made things a bit easier so that he could keep an eye on her. If anyone had known that he hadn't really been her fiance, not only would he be in trouble, but he likely wouldn't have been able to see her or stay by her side like he had all this time. In the condition that she was in, only family would have been allowed, and at this point that's practically what he was to her.
"Well, I know that you don't like liars," he admitted quietly, not catching the twitching on her face as she bit back a laugh, coughing instead.
"Let's forgetting about that, and why don't you tell me why you did it?" she asked.
She was so close to losing it as she tried to keep a straight face. If he didn't hurry up with the explanation, then this whole facade was going to come crumbling down on top of her and ruin the whole thing. Then, he'd find out that she really didn't care about it that much and was just keeping him in what would seem hot water for a kick. She wasn't trying to really be mean by doing it. She was really only doing it to keep her mind off of the pain that she was currently in.
"Look, I know we haven't gotten that far yet, but..." Darry looked down at the floor, his cheeks a faint red.
She's never seen him embarrassed like that, save for when Two-Bit had given her that outlandish gift for Christmas. Then again, Christmas was far more embarrassing for Darry than the current situation. Right now, it was just uncomfortable because he'd be caught red handed.
"I didn't want to leave your side and I hadn't told them we were engaged, then they would have kicked me out of the room," he rambled out all at once.
Moments later, Abigail was laughing, a hand over her mouth.
"W-what's so funny? Y-you're not mad?" he asked hesitantly, brows furrowed as he gave her a curious look as though she'd lost her mind.
"I-I'm sorry," she choked out through the laughters, a smile on her face. "I'm not mad," she giggled, watching his eyes narrow after a moment from realization.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" he accused, pointing a finger at her.
Abigail had to try hard not to laugh as she remember it, a smile on her face. How she had tortured him with something so simple. Granted, she felt a bit bad for doing it, but she had to do something. He'd been pretty much fine though after a bit of nudging and promising never to do something like that to him again. She'd easily agreed to it though.
"I still can't believe he was so worried over the whole thing," she muttered quietly, a yawn escaping her lips as she laid back on the pillow a bit more.
"Darry?" she called out, hearing the door being pushed open.
There was no response though, but she could hear the faint padding of feet on the floor making her curious. A moment later, there was a weight upon the bed, causing her to open her eyes.
"Sparky?" she questioned, looking at the German Shepard sitting in front of her. "Why don't you go down stairs and find Darry?" she yawned, closing her eyes again, only to earn a whine.
She sighed at this, shaking her head.
"Fine, but you have to lay down," she told him, watching him wag his tail, before laying down beside her with another whine for attention. "Just lay down Sparky," she yawned, placing a hand on top of his head.
That seemed to quiet him enough until she fell asleep, her fingers locked through the fur on his neck.
Alright everyone, that was chapter 45. You finally got your explanation from Darry. Anyway! Please, don't forget to REVIEW and MESSAGE me with your thoughts, opinions, ideas, and feelings on this chapter/ story. As I've said before, I LOVE hearing FEEDBACK! It helps me write and know that I'm doing a good job. REVIEWS and MESSAGES also make for HAPPY READERS. If ANYONE has ANY IDEAS, feel free to let me know.
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Many people have agreed that they'd like to see Darry propose to Abigail in the countryside. I myself also love that idea, so that's what's going to happen. ALTHOUGH, I need input on what else to do while they're in the countryside. Events that could happen, things that they can do. I've got a picnic, stars, and possibly dancing so far from people, but I'd like a bit more if you could? Like I said, the more input that you give me, the better I can do. I'm going to have a chapter for each day in the countryside, so that's TWO chapters for while they are gone. I need enough input for TWO days/chapters. I'm serious people, I NEED help with this one if you want it to see the light of day soon. ALSO remember you do NOT have to have an ACCOUNT to REVIEW. If you CAN'T MESSAGE me, then send me a REVIEW INSTEAD. Thanks everyone!