Greaser's Girl

Chapter 7: Why

Darry got out of the car and the rest of the guys just hung out in the truck. I finally got the guts to look back and ask "What are we doing here?" All the guys smirked. "Picking up the last member of the gang, hun!" Two Bit exclaimed. What have I got myself in to? After about 15 minutes, Darry and some other guy walked out of the doors of the jail. The new guy was tall and had dark brown hair. He walked with badass confidence. I never seen some walk out of jail and give off a vibe of being satisfied. Who was this guy? 

He walked up to the car and got in the back seat with Pony. "Aye Pony, who's the lady??" he asked as if I wasn't even there. "Just leave her alone Dal." Pony said. He seemed to know how to handle this situation as if it happened quite often. Totally ignoring what Pony said, he put his hand on my shoulder and said "I'm Dallas Winston, but call me Dally. Actually, you can call me anytime babe." Dally said with a smirky smile while rubbing my shoulder.  Darry got in the truck as he said that and said "Cmon Dally, we just met her, she'll think we're all like you!" Dally chuckled a bit and said "No one can rock a cat like me, Darry." He said so subtly, but pony shook his head in response. Not exactly knowing what to say, I just blurted out "I'm Adara." Dally send made a "mhmm" sound and said "Intoxicating name you got there, what are you doing on the wrong side of town?" Wrong side of town? What does that mean? All the guys seemed to say the same thing! I don't understand. "She just moved here Dal, calm it." Yelled Soda from the tailgate. I just remained silent for the rest of the ride.  I directed Darry down Marywine to find my house. By the time I  got out the truck, it was almost dark. "Well thanks for the ride. Maybe I'll see you around town." I said as I was waking backward to the house.  They all yelled bye and started yelling and screaming again as the truck pulled away.

I walked up the stairs of the small blue house and opened the door. I walked to the kitchen where I found my two parents on the floor reading books. My parents were odd in the fact that I was nothing like them and adapted barely any of their traits except for looks. They were geeky and I was average. They were generous, and I was still learning about how to become less selfish. I admired them.

My mother looked up from her book and said "Oh hey, where's the pillows and blankets?" Oh crap, through all this happening, I forgot the reason I went out in the first place. "Ohmygosh mom I'm so sorry, I totally spaced that out!" I said, not sure how I was gonna explain my day. "What happened? You've been gone for hours!" She said in a worried tone. She was angry at all, which I should've known she wouldn't be, she never is. I explained to her my whole day and she listened intently. Through our entire conversation, my father didn't look up once. This was very like him, so I wasn't offended. Once he starts reading, he can't stop. Another beautify quality that I failed to adapt. "Well I guess we're sleeping on the hard floors tonight." My mother said in an optimistic tone. This will not be fun.