Greaser

15. "Yeah, are you mine now?"

N I A L L

            My head rested on the door, my fist resting beside it. She wasn’t answering the door, nor replying to any of my questions. I sighed, turning around so my back was against the brown wood, sliding down it. “What do you want me to do, Mary? You have to tell me.” I could hear shuffling on the other side of the door that I was now sat against. “Mary, you have to talk to me. You can’t expect me to know what you’re thinking if you don’t tell me.” My voice was getting louder and louder. “Mary!” the shuffling stopped on the other side, and this worried me in the slightest because in fact I hadn’t heard anything at all. It was too quiet on the other side of the door. I quickly shuffled to my feet, kicking open the door, knowing that she probably hadn’t unlocked it yet.

“God damn it Mary.” The empty room and the open window only means one thing, she was running away, again. But this time it was from me. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my jacket from the chair, along with another one, being it was cold out and she probably hadn’t thought about bringing her own. Instead of talking to me about what I could do to make things better, she leaves, without so much as a word. I was beginning to see what she hated about me, I avoided talking to her about questions she asked me, and now she was doing it to me and I can tell you the feeling isn’t as great.

It was cold enough that I could see my breath, and I had been debating on going to get another jacket for myself. Being Mary, she was smart enough to not go back home alone, that I know she wouldn’t do. Any smart person wouldn’t go back there alone, but it was all a question on where she went. She isn’t from his part of town, and she certainly didn’t have a ‘get away’ spot like I do. Looking down every ally way that I passed, having no such luck, and the looks that I got from people in the diners were anything but heartwarming. They probably hated that I was peering in the window to see if there was a chance that this girl was in there.

“Why couldn’t you of just talked to me, damn it.” I grumbled, shoving my hands deeper in my jacket pocket with the spare jacket gripped between my torso and arm. She was probably freezing, no probably about it. She was freezing, in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of my jeans. Seeing a silhouette of a girl just a few blocks down, with brown hair just like Mary’s and the body build just as similar I couldn’t help but yell out her name and pick up speed, almost running.

“Mary, will you stop walking!” My eyes watering from the cold breeze that was hitting against my cheeks, and making me cough like I had a cold even when I didn’t. That’s how cold it was, that just air made you choke, and your eyes water. I grabbed her wrist lightly, trying to catch my breath but having no such luck in the cold weather. “Why the fuck did you run out?” I grumbled, wrapping the jacket around her shivering body. “You could have at least took a fucking jacket, do you want to get sick? You’re supposed to be smart.” And I realized that I probably sounded like a parent, but she was being really stupid with herself right now. Almost like I was rubbing off on her. “You fucking scared me, you know that? Do you know what can happen to girls like you around here? Terrible things, you know how upset that would make me?”

“Oh so you’re still worried about yourself, I see.” She muttered coldly, almost as cold as this weather.

“Don’t start this, Mary. You know what I mean. I’m trying here, I’m trying to show you feelings and it’s kinda hard to do when you shoot me down like that.”

“You mean like you shot me down at the house? Do you know that made me feel, Niall?” her arms crossed over her chest as she slightly moved closer to me, in hopes that she would be a bit warmer.

“I realize that, but you need to cut me some slack here Mary!” I let out a nervous laugh, “Because—Because I’ve never felt this way about someone before. In case you haven’t heard the rumors. Apparently you’re the one to break that.” I rubbed the back of my neck below my hair line. Her big blue eyes staring up at me.