Abyssal Emotions (The Outsiders/Dallas Winston Fan-Fic)

Chapter One Sophie's POV

"I'm not so sure about this," I say wrapping the phone cord around my index finger.

"Oh some on, Sophie! Your parents are out of town for the weekend. It'll be so easy," Mary whines.

I sigh and look in the mirror at my mess of light brown curls, my chubby cheeks, eyes of scattered color, and nose that doesn't seem to fit.

"I don't look good enough to go and even if I did my parents aren't stupid. They do have someone watching me."

I hear Mary grunt over the phone and then laugh.

"See," she says still laughing, "that's exactly my point. You're seventeen years old, Sophie! You shouldn't have a babysitter. Your parents just don't trust you."

"No," I retort, "they trust me. They're just a little over-protective."

I hear her snicker again and I feel frustration rise within me.

"You wouldn't even have the guts to go even if you didn't have to sneak out."

I grunt.

"Fine," I say, "I'll meet you at the corner in ten minutes."

"Woo hoo! Alright, Sophie!" Mary says on the other end of the phone and I giggle.

We say our goodbyes and then I put the phone back on the receiver.I go over to my bed where clothes are scattered everywhere.I pick out a light blue button up sweater and put it on over my white shirt. I pull on a brown skirt that lays a few inches past my knees and some brown penny loafers to match.

I check my reflection in the mirror and ruffle my hair.I sigh and flatten my skirt down.

"That'll have to be good for now."

I stop and look around my room. I grab a robe from the corner and throw it on over my outfit. I tie it tight and pull the collar up high in my neck. I stop again and look around. I start to stuff objects underneath the sheets and step back to look at what I've created. Believable enough as a sleepy person from a glance.

I step out of the room and walk down the hall to the living area. Glass panels line one wall with stone columns in between. A grand piano shines in one corner and wooden, blue fabric furniture, lit by staggered floor lamps.

A fragile body sits in a chair off the side of the room. Elegance floats around her as she reads a large book. I peek my head around the corner and clear my throat.

She looks up.

"Um, Grandmother, I'm going to bed."

"Okay, darling," she says waving me off and going back to her book.

I duck back around the corner and close the door to my room. I rip off the the robe throwing it in the corner.I face the window and take a deep breath, closing my eyes.

"Here goes nothing," I mutter to myself and start to lift the window open.