Loving the outlaw ( UNDER HEAVY EDITING!! MAJOR UPGRADES!

This Is a Two Player Game!

Chapter 7
  This Is a Two Player Game!

~Two Days Later~

~Julie~

I stand there, my body, a simple small light.
That feeling, that god awful feeling.
It stands in front of me, my demon. His tall, lengthy, dark, body towering over mine. I can feel all my anger and rage  leave me, entering the demon. It gets angered, rising higher and higher above me. It's anger begins to thicken, thicken until it too explodes! Fear rushes through my small being, my body trembles, it's light flickering. It comes at me, his arm reaching out, it's nails cutting me apart. Scaring me, for life.
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Sweat drips down my forehead, running down the side of my face. I quickly open my eyes, looking frantically at my surroundings. Was that a dream? It seemed so real, so lively. I can't help but think, wonder, remember. No it wasn't a dream, it was real, or at one point was very real. My hand slides under my shirt, gently touching the top of the first scar that stained my skin. Gingerly I slide my finger down that scar. It goes from the middle of the left side of my rib cadge, to the right side of my belly button.
Pain is such a excruciating feeling. There are so many ways one can feel it. I feel pain, feel it every time I think of this scar, every time I touch it. No it doesn't hurt to the touch, it doesn't sting. It's a different pain, causing my entire body to cry out.
A single tear falls down my cheek, as those god awful thoughts come too me.
The bed becomes heavy, to heavy for me, slowly I sit up from the spot that I'm sleeping in. That's when I realize I'm not on the Curtis's couch, but instead in a bed. The room is slightly messy, clothes on the floor, books stacked in a corner. I'm in Pony's and Soda's room. Who could of put me here? I was perfectly fine on the couch!

The smell of morning breakfast enters my nose, causing my stomach to growl. I slide out of bed and walk out of the room. Darry stands in front of the small black and white stove, faint smoke flying up from the sizzling pan.
"Morning Jewels." His deep voice startles me.
"Morning Darry." I say with a yawn. Last night I actually got a good amount of sleep, which is rare. "Steve here?"
"No him and Soda had morning shift today." Darry says as he gently sits freshly cooked bacon onto a plate with a paper towel on it. All while his free hand tends to the cooking eggs. The smell its self would make anyone's mouth water, unless for some unknown reason they don't like breakfast.
"On Sunday?" Usually they are the last ones to take a shift on a Sunday.
"Yeah unfortunately." A sigh leaves my mouth, I know Steve has been avoiding me since our last fight, I get why. I'm just a train wreck, and I always will be. My eyes move form the morning scene, to the fridge. I wonder if Darry has stocked up on beer? No. Stop. That's the exact reason why Steve and I got into a fight!
"I'll be back." I huff while walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. What am I doing with my life?
Quickly I brush out my knotted blonde hair, before throwing it into a messy bun. After its long strands are out of the way, I run cold water, splashing it onto my still drowsy face. Hopefully clearing the sleep for my body, maybe even the Demons.
I can't help but gaze upon myself in the mirror. I see past the dark circles, baggy gray shirt and tight short jogging shorts, I see past myself completely; in the mirror stands my other half, Steve. The two of us  said our apologies, said we loved each other, but it's still not the same. Time matters with these temperamental things, just give it time Julie. How much time? When we were younger we couldn't be separated, but now look at us.

The front door slams shut, my body jumping slightly. I'm so jumpy this morning, I can't help it.
"You're just in time, breakfast just got done." Darry laughs. "Actually I'm surprised to see you up this early."
"Yeah me too." Another deep voice, this one yawns.
"Who's in the shitter?" Quickly I open the door, revealing who is behind it. Dallas is leaning against the kitchen doorway, his eyes move to me. A smirk plays upon his pink lips, as he looks me over, looks me over with those chocolate brown eyes, the ones that I can't help but feel attracted too. Yet I denied him a date, I think I'm an idiot! No, no, Dallas Winston is a playboy. He only will use a girl for sex, then throw them away. There are only a few he has dated. Could I be one of those?
"Morning Dally." I yawn, while stretching my arms, causing the baggy shirt to slightly show my stomach.
"Morning Julie." He groans, moving his gaze from me to mamma Darry. "You going to work today?" Dally asks while reaching into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette from the jean jacket he is wearing. I could go for one of those, actually I could go for a drink. With every drink I'm just letting Steve down, I can't help it.
"Actually I'm not, today is a day off."
"You better take the day to rest, the days are getting hotter and longer, you'll need your strength!" I butt in, while I walk past Dallas and into the kitchen. I begin to sit out a pile of plates and cups, readying them for whomever decides to use them.
"You have a point." Darry sighs.
"You sound like a house wife." Dally begins laughing, his body comes forward, until he's very close to me. Him being this close to me, this early in the morning. I don't know how to feel, don't know how to react! "Maybe my new type is house wives." He says in a whisper so soft, that I barely hear him. Dallas reaches beside me, his hand gently rubbing against my side, as he grabs one of the plates I sat out. I think about what he said 'maybe my new type is house wives.' I can't help but chuckle loudly. Dallas would never go for that type! It's nearly hard for to go after someone with all their clothing on!
"Mhm I'm sure." Gently I place a hand on his warm chest, pushing against it gently.

What if denying him that offer, was the wrong answer. What if Dallas is honestly into me? I've never really had a good boyfriend, or someone to hit on me. I know how to act, I know what I should expect, but do I know how to respond? I open my mouth to say something, perhaps ready to flirt back; when the front door opens, followed by loud voices. Dallas looks back to see who it is, that's when I move away, slipping into the bedroom. Do I enjoy Dallas hitting on me? Do I enjoy him being near me, enjoy him looking at me the way he does? We've been friends since he moved from New York, but I never actually thought he would have his eye on me. Maybe I should flirt back, just to see what happens!
A smirk plays across my face as I think of what to wear? What would he like? What could mess around with him? Something to make him look at me harder? Two can play at this Dallas, two can play at this!
Quickly I dig around in my bag, filled with clothes from my house. A feeling of playfulness fills my being as I find what I want. Oh he'll like this.

As I step out of the bedroom, I catch the attention of the sitting boys. They are all at the table in the dinning room, breakfast on their plates. I take notice to Pony, Johnny and Two-Bit who have joined. It's good to see most of our small gang here, the only members missing are Steve and Soda; funny it's usually Darry.
"Morning Julie!" Ponyboy says, food in his mouth.
"Morning Pony." I say, my eyes locking onto Dallas, his locking onto me. I knew it would work.
The white shirt on my body, clearly brings out the shape of my chest as it presses against the fabric; it sculpts my waist, as a pair of dark, high wasted shorts come up to my belly button, ending at three inches above my knees. My hair is now in a ponytail casual, like my black converse. The food that Darry had prepared is mostly gone, replaced with dirty dishes. If Dallas's new type is 'maybe house wives,' then I should humor him by doing some house work!
I start running hot water in the sink, adding soap and a few pans.
"You don't have to do those Julie!" Darry calls from the table. Oh but I do Darry. This is a two player game, and I'll play it. Maybe doing this will help me figure out if I actually want to say yes to that date.
"I want to!" I call back in a voice that he won't be able to disagree with.

Standing there I do the pans, occasionally the boys drop dishes in the water. Suddenly a dish plops into the water, and a body presses to the side of mine.
"You're toying with me aren't you?" A deep voice is whispered into my ear. "Because it's working." His hand goes to my waist, gently turning me to face him.
"I'm just doing dishes." I move slightly closer to Dallas, my eyes looking up in his eyes. Even if he is a playboy he's still hot. I can't help but stare at his handsome face, a face I'm surprised likes mine!
"It always starts with ' just doing dishes.'" He says, causing me to laugh. I have no idea what he is talking about, wait actually I do. A feeling washes over me, one that I've been feeling lately. It enters my body as I feel his hands on my hips.
"What?" I laugh.
"Just say yes to it." The grip on my hips tightens, the space between us closing.
"Say yes too?" I pretend to be clueless. Is he really asking me out again? Dallas Winston?
"To me showing you a good time." A smile creeps onto my face. Maybe saying no the last time was the wrong answer, and obviously wasn't the answer Dallas was looking for; I mean Dallas gets, what Dallas wants. Suddenly I grow a brass pair of balls, standing up in my tippy toes, my lips against his ear.
"Yes." My words better send chills down his spine.