We stand on Buck's porch, the sun shining against our backs, a beaten drunk moaning from inside the brick building. After a few minutes Dallas turns back to me and speaks.
"Aye, we should get going, man, if I'm gonna drop Darry's truck back off in time," and he runs his fingers through his un-greased hair.
I nod my head.
"Yea, I forgot about that."
He turns to walk down the stairs and I follow. We hop into the truck in silence and he turns he the key and the loud motor fires up. The radio starts up again but I don't sing along this time. I have too much on my mind. I stare out the window the wind in my face and enjoy being free for the last time in a while because when I get home my parents will never let me live it down that I snuck out, especially while they were gone. Although if I'm in trouble at least they'll notice me for the first time in too long.
Every now and then I take my head out of the clouds to give Dallas directions to my house, but other than that we don't speak.
After a few minutes we pull down my long drive way. Dallas puts the truck into park and puts his head out the window.
"Man," he says, "Aye, so you live here, man."
I nod my head.
"Yup," I say and pop my lips with the "p".
"Last night was interesting," Dallas chuckles.
I smile. I'm starting to enjoy that chuckle, it's kind of infectious.
"To say the least," I respond and laugh.
Silence settles between us again, only the radio making quiet noise.
"See you again?" I ask, stepping out of the truck.
"Maybe," he responds and smirks.
I lean against the truck door.
"One question before I leave," I say.
He gives me a look and I continue over the radio.
"So did you really sleep on the floor last night? You know like Steve said," I question.
He looks out the windshield and back to me.
"Yea," he shakes his head and squints through the sun.
"Thanks," I say and smile at him.
He smiles a genuine smile that I believe is the first genuine smile I've seen in all the smile, smirks, and jokes he's made this whole little adventure.
I walk away from the truck and hear it fire up once I get to the porch, and step inside to watch him pull out before I go confront Grandmother. There is no need for him to get in trouble too.
I walk quietly down the hallway that lead off into the main rooms of the house. I walk through our dining room filled with elaborate hand carved cherry wood furniture and into our glass paned living room. Grandmother is still in the chair.
That's strange, she usually gets up as soon as the sun rises. I tiptoe quietly back to my room to get dressed in my night clothes.
I slip on a pair of blue silk pajama pants and a matching button up shirt. I make sure to button it up as far as it'll go to please Grandmother. I put on my sleep mask and mess up my hair a little, I've got to make this show believable. I stash my clothes underneath my bed and walk back down the stairs and through the hallway back to the living room.
I walk over to Grandmother and stand before her chair, "Good morning, Grandmother," I say.
She doesn't respond so I tap her on the shoulder.
"Grandmother."
I tap her again, a little harder and her fragile face falls towards me.
"Grandmother?" I whisper.
She doesn't respond again and I drop down to my knees and begin to shake her forcefully.
"Grandmother! Grandmother you overslept! Grandmother wake up!" I scream and the tears runs down my face. I scream her name for as long as I can.
"Grandmother?," I question once more, hoarsely.
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Abyssal Emotions (The Outsiders/Dallas Winston Fan-Fic)
FanfictionIn the 1960's, two teenagers from opposite sides of the tracks help each other learn about their town, what really matters in life, and each other while trying to erase their broken pasts.
