the wrong place, the wrong time, but the right hearts || The Outsiders

Marcia & Me - Side Chapter

Millie's P.O.V, taken place on day one.

I looked up at the clock, only to see that it was already five PM. I got up to walk back to my room.

"Goin' to sleep already?" Soda asked, and I simply shook my head.

"Nup. Gotta date tonight, 'member?" My southern accent came out a bit thicker than it usually did, seeing as I hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Two-Bit smiled like a Cheshire cat and raised his eyebrow at me- he knew it was Marcia without me havin' to tell him.

"Oh? What's his name?" He teased, probably thinking I hadn't thought of a name. Fortunately, I did, just in case Sodapop or Darry decided to ask again. Darry was asleep (we had all been given time off work because of the whole incident) already, so I didn't have to worry about him, but Steve and Soda absolutely loved nagging me about who I was going out with.

"Mark. He's in your grade." Mark wasn't actually a real person, so if I was lucky, neither Two-Bit or Steve kept track of the boys in their grade. 

He didn't question me again, so I just went to my room. I had a small vanity mirror that I had gotten for my fifteenth birthday along with makeup. I was busy messing with my hair when I heard my door open and close behind me, and when I looked behind me in the mirror I saw Steve leaning on the door.

"Hey Steve, what's up?"

"We don't have a boy named Mark in our grade."

Crap. My heart silently froze as I thought to myself, I guess I'm not so lucky, huh?

"Uh..." I tried thinking of an excuse but none came to mind. I could have said 'he uses his middle name' or 'he doesn't go to your school', but I didn't.

"Why are you lying about who you're goin' out with? C'mon, you never have boyfriends, we wanna know!" He whined. "You can tell me, I ain't gonna snitch. Unless its one of those soc's who attacked Pony an' Johnny. Then I'll snitch."

"What?! No! Why would I go out with one'a them?" The thought disgusted me- although, Marcia used to date Randy, would that count? "I don't wanna talk about it."

"You have a flower. Did he give that to you?"

"No, I'm giving to it h- him." I stumbled over my words, I almost slipped up and said her. Steve raised his eyebrows at me.

"You're giving him a flower?" He asked skeptically- it was obviously out of the norm. Personally, I wanted to cry. I wasn't ready to come out yet. But he wasn't going to leave until I said who it was. Steve Randle had this scarily accurate sense of when you were lying, its better to just not lie to him.

I let out a quiet mumble under my breath and eyed my open window.

"Huh?"

"I said it's a girl, Steve." I said with finality, letting out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. "It's a girl, okay? I'm gay. She's in your grade. Her name is Marcia. I met her at the movies and I really like her." The elucidation clearly left him baffled, so I continued getting ready. I rumaged through my closet and listened to him as he aimlessly stuttered.

"A- you're- it's-?? A girl? ...okay." I was trying to settle on what to wear as he spoke. "Do your brothers know? Geez, no wonder why you dont have boyfriends-"

"My brothers don't know, so don't tell them and come help me choose what I'm going to wear." He complied and awkwardly rushed over to me- in all honesty, I expected him to have a vitriol reaction, but I think he just didn't care.

"Okay, where're y'all going?" He asked, placing his hand on his hip and looking through my very green wardrobe.

"To Jays, since it's more classier than The Dingo." The Dingo was more of a run-down diner, and it's where most people on our side of town went anyways. Jay's is where you went if you wanted peace and quiet or if you were on a date.