different (the outsiders fanfic)

Ch. 8

I woke up to the noise of a bunch of people yelling. More specifically, boys yelling. Oh no. Not now. I look like I have been living under a bridge. I quickly put on jeans, white converse, and a black shirt (shown above). I brushed out my blue and brown hair and quickly braided it. I put on mascara. That's all I need to bring out my pale purple eyes. I looked halfway decent.

I made my way downstairs. I was practically a ninja. I got past everyone and was making toast in the kitchen when I was caught. Someone ruffled my hair. I was about to backhand the little hoe until I saw who it was. Dally. I'm surprised I even remembered his name. "Aye, you're Evilynn, right?" I cringed at my full name. The only time people say 'Evilynn' instead of 'Evynn' is when they're about to beat me. COUGHdadCOUGH. "Uh, yeah, that's me," I replied. "But please, call me Evynn." I felt like a mom introducing herself to her child's friend's parent. "I'm Dally," he said with a smirk. I wanted to say "yeah, I know" but didn't want to sound like a stalker.

"Whatcha makin'?" Ugh. Will he ever leave? "Toast." As if he couldn't see the toaster on the counter. "Hey, Dally! Stop hittin' on my sister!" ️Oh god. Please kill me now. Dally's face turned a light shade of pink. "Nice talkin' to ya," he said before practically running out of the kitchen. "He wasn't givin' you any problems, right?" I know he's being protective and all, but he needs to lay off a bit. "Yeah, just friendly small talk." Dally was way to close for that to be considered 'friendly', though.

After my toast popped out of the toaster, I put it on a plate and snuck back up to my room. Finally. Just me and food. This is what I've been waiting for. Before I could even take a bite, my door flew open. "Hey Evynn," Two-Bit said. "We're going to the Dingo. Want to come?" I knew I should've said no. I had breakfast and didn't feel like going anywhere. "Sure," I replied.