𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦
Maria Randle was a month away from turning eighteen when it all happened. The moment changed her entire life and she always wondered...
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xvi. everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
15 DAYS HAD PASSED. IT STILL HADNT died down but Dallas was starting to regret what he had done. Maybe he shouldn't have sent them away because the Soc's didnt seem like they were going to stop until they got blood.
All out war was officially declared.
Dally had met with a soc in an alleyway that he used to sleep in and he had told him that they wanted to organise a rumble.
A rumble for their dead friend Bob.
Dallas had scoffed at the idea. The greasers had lost things as well and the Soc's thought that they were the victim?
It had culminated with him getting into a fist fight, leaving the Soc sitting there with blood in his face as he searched for the nearest payphone.
He leant against the brick wall, chest heaving up and down.
He didnt know why he would fight. For a few seconds, the world went away as his fist collided with some other boys face.
That's how he ended up at a payphone, scrambling for pennies in his pocket before dialing her number and waiting to see what she would say about it.
The dial rang for a few moments and he wondered if she would pick up. When she did, he smiled at the sound of her voice.
He could hear her voice deflate as he explained what had happened, his back up against the wall.
"What do you mean?" She asked after a prolonged silence.
She stood in the hallway of the house, one hand holding the phone up against her ear and the other pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. He had said he would try and stop these meaningless fights.
"I got mad. Me and a soc fought," he explained, a level of shame in his voice.
He heard her sigh on the other line of the phone, "You can't keep doing this,"
He stood there in silence for a moment, trying to figure out what was the best thing to say in a situation like this.
There was no way he could easily explain all of those fears in his chest, the way that the worry had provoked him.
Before he had any chance to explain himself or defend his actions, she spoke up, "Come over,"
"What?" He questioned, almost in shock. He wasn't expecting her to be so nice after what he had just pulled.
"I'll fix you up," he could hear her walking around the hallway, getting things ready as he just stood there.
He nodded, even though he knew she couldn't see, "Thanks, be there in five,"
And he was. He ran towards her house, not wanting to bump into any socs who were looking for revenge.
