• THIS ONE IS PRETTY LONG YOU GUYS
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D A L L A S
"You sure you know where you're going?" I swatted at flies and mosquitoes as we walked down the path.
"Trust me Dally, this town has more to offer than you think."
What the hell is she giving me clues for? I want answers!
"Can you please just tell me where we're headed, Elizabeth? I'm gettin' tired already." I groaned.
She's been leading me down some path for the past thirty minutes already. It seems to be getting more and more muddy and wet every time I look up.
I swear if she takes me any further, I'll throw a fit.
She lets out a pleased sigh, "Here."
I'm panting as I look up at an old house. I think it's painted blue, but I couldn't tell because it's weathered and chipped. The roof looks like it's caving in, and the windows and door are broken down. There are weeds and flowers growing everywhere, and the ground is muddy on my leather shoes.
"Who's house is this?" I ask, taking out my pack and lighting up a cigarette.
"It's nobody's...." She trailed off, while leading me inside, "I've been coming here since I was 9 with old friends."
"Where are your old friends?" I close the door and look around the pitch black house.
"Probably jail or dead, I guess. The only one I know now is Ivan, he seems to be doing alright for someone like him."
Then, I actually take a look at the place, and this house actually isn't bad on the inside. Despite the layer of dust coating the place, the walls are painted nicely (Or, nicer than the outside is painted). There's a comfy-looking couch in what I think is the living room, along with a small TV and a table. The kitchen is small but it's nicely organized.
I turn from the kitchen to see Elizabeth resting on the couch. Walking over to join her, she moves her legs so that I can sit. Then she puts her legs on top of mine.
"Do your brothers know about this place, man?" I ask, looking around.
"No, and you better not tell them, either. Think of this place as our little... hideaway." She sends me a flirty wink before closing her eyes again.
"Tell me about your 'old friends' who're either dead or in jail. What are they like?"
Wow, what a conversation starter, Winston.
"Well, they were this group of kids. It didn't matter what social status they had, they just liked hanging together, so they did. And I was in this group, I guess. It was fun with them, at least at first it was. One day, we all just started hating each other and hitting each other. But we always dealt with it because this was our house and it wouldn't be very mature of us to hit each other, you know? I mean, we were all like 10, but still. Then the borders between Soc, Greaser, and Middle Class separated each and every one of us. And I guess now, they just died or are locked up." She finished, now sitting up.
She put both legs on either side of me and began to straddle me. With her arms wrapped around my neck, she pulled me in for a kiss. It was rough, fierce. It was a kiss I never experienced before. Okay, well I have had one before, just not like this.
Liz pulled away and stared at me, as if she were looking for an emotion. The sunlight coming in through the broken windows made her eyes look bigger than they already are.
