My Life As A Greaser Girl (Outsiders fanfic)

Chapter 12.

"Dallas Tucker Winston!" I holler, storming into the door. The nurse inside his room was giving him water. She looked at me surprised.

"Is everything okay, miss?" nurse asks.

"Everything is definitely not okay! Please leave so I can talk to Mr. Winston alone!" I order. She figures out I'm not kidding and leaves in silence. Dally is eating from a chocolate pudding cup. He licks his lips.

"Jeez Aster! What's your deal? I'm eating God's holy food," he says, scraping out more pudding.

"This! This is what the deal is!" I yell, holding up the pregnancy stick. All the color drains from his face, his eyes filled with anger.

"What is that?" he asks coldly, the air around us turning serious.

"You know exactly what it is!" I reply, calming down some. "Thanks to you, I can't have beer for the next nine months and am going to be puking every morning."

He speaks after a minute or two and sighs. "When did you find out?" His eyes avoid mine.

"Just an hour ago," I answer. I sigh and put my hands on my forehead. I start laughing uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" Dally snaps.

I sigh and reply, "This is a hella good birthday present." This catches his attention and he looks at me.

"It's your birthday?"

"I'm not a year younger anymore. Sweet seventeen. A year of memories and mistakes. I will sure be having those this year."

May 27th. 3:45 P.M. I was born with a heart thing. A hole. I was on the operating table till I was two and a half. We could barely afford it but that was when everything was good. Now, it's just a big mess. I'm not that type of person that wants to compare sob stories. Everyone I met, except Johnny who had the real hard knock life, exaggerated their stories. Maybe I did too. My parents aren't all bad, they can be there. The biggest thing I hate is people feeling sorry for themselves. I know I do too, hell I always will, but I'm not interested in getting or giving pity.

"Why didn't you tell me, man? I woulda got you something," Dally says, pulling me onto his lap.

I brush a lock of his hair back away from his forehead. "I have you." I give him a peck on the lips. "And that's enough." We lay down, my head on his chest and just breathe.

Dallas breaks the silence after a while. "What are we going to do Aster?"

"I don't know. But we'll think of something. But I don't want to be a mom at seventeen."

"Then you won't. I promise."

He drifted to a light sleep. When he played with my hair, I noticed cuts on his arm. I didn't dare to ask though. I didn't want to know. Maybe it was cowardice or just not wanting to get him upset or selfishness, but I would ask later.

I kept thinking about Dally's remark. Then you won't. What does he mean by that? I knew I'd be raising this child by myself, Dally would never commit. He's a hood and a free spirit and will run the minute my baby is delivered. My baby? What am I thinking? One of my friends, Hayley, was a foster kid. She moved around from place to place. When she was twelve, she got adopted and moved to Alaska. I haven't seen her since. But I think that's what I'm going to do, put him or her up for adoption. I'm not not having it. That would be inhumane.

I get up and kiss Dally on the cheek before j leave. Johnny should be up by now, or at least able to wake up. I'm going to ask his opinion on this. Maybe Johnny knows what to do.

At least I hope he does.

____

Sorry this is such short chapter. I'm having really bad writer's block and have no idea what to do from here until after the rumble. If you have any ideas, message me and I will promote you!! (:

Anyways, I don't know if I'll be able to update in the next few days since I'm on vacation so yeah.

Read my friend's stories!

Greaser Girl
iluvjohnnycake

The Outsider's Aftermath
thatgreaserchick

Imperfect
moekitty

The Valley Girl
iluvjohnnycake

Broken
rad0gab

Thoughts on You
FemaleFromYourDreams

Thanks!

Follow my IG fan pages :

greasergals

http.theoutsiders

::;:)))

Do it for Dally!

Stay Gold,
Maria Winston