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

Night Out With The Boys!

~Night Out With The Boys!~

DEDICATED TO bbygigiiii

Chapter 4. ~Majorly Edited!!~

The only sound around Dally and I as we walk, are the sounds of our shoes hitting the sidewalk. Usually we both have lots to say, lots to talk about; but for some reason there isn't anything to say or talk about. Are we both thinking about what might of happened? Why would Dallas be thinking about it? He can get any girl he wants, and get her in a heart beat. "I was thinking." I say, my eyes shinning with hope. Maybe I should invite him to come with Two and I, hanging out with the three of them, bye bye stress! Being around Dally makes me feel so, so, happy, a type of happy that I can't even describe. "That's not good." He chuckles to himself, I roll my eyes, looking away from his handsome frame. "Would you like to join Two-Bit and I?" There is no wat that Dallas would turn down a night of fun, no way he would turn down drinking. If the three of us pair up for some drinks, the place will become a party! It's been awhile since we've all been together like that, I miss it. "Hell yea sounds fun." "Yea I'm sure it will be, but I need to stop by my house and change" I say, while moving my gaze from the road to Dally. "I'll walk with you there." A smile creeps it's way onto my face, why do I feel this way? We once again end up in silence, one of the most comfortable silences I've ever felt. Does he feel that way as well? Does he like the silence? Maybe he wishes I would talk, no if I talk I could easily annoy him.

It's around five in the afternoon when we reach my house, there is a black car pulled into the driveway: my dad's black car. The inner most part of my gut twists, twists at the thought of my father being in this house. I hate him, he hates me, if I go in there it could cause yet another battle. I hate when we all fight, I hate being around him when to just the two of us! It scares me, scares me more then the thought of getting jumped again. "You want me to come with you?" Dallas asks, as he takes notice to my stalling. "No I will be fine." I say reassuring him, or mostly myself. I look up at Dallas, giving him a reassuring yet nervous smile, in return he nods at me. Taking a deep breath in, I walk up the small sidewalk and to the door. What is he going to say? What is he going to do? Will he yell at me, scream, kick me out once again? I hate this man, why did mom have to leave me, leave us? Does he ask himself that? When I walk in everything is surprisingly cleaned up, the house looks spotless. This is strange, very strange. "Hey Julie." My dad says while standing up from the dark blue couch. His dark black hair is short and styled, a baby blue button up shirt bulges with his newly formed beer belly, he stands over me his height about 6'1; sometimes I shrivel beneath him. He used to be a very handsome guy, my mom was a very beautiful woman, but that all changed. "Dad." I say awkwardly, what else am I supposed to say it? He kicked us out last night and now, now he seems more normal than usual. "Look kiddo sorry for last night." Kiddo? How dare he. "It's okay I guess" Thats the only sentence I can think of saying. My eyes meet his so I turn around. "Oh uh dad I'm going to spend the night somewhere tonight and Steve said he is going to spend the night an the Curtis's place." I partly lie. "Oh." His voice seems sad, good!  I can't help but not feel a single ounce of sorrow for him. I walk away from him and into my bedroom. There are only two people in my life that know the true reason for my hatred, the hatred that I have towards my father; and I want it to stay that way.

Roughly I  run my hand through my hair, realizing that it is still up in a wet ponytail. Seeing my father so calm, seeing him actually clean up, him calling me "kido," has my mind feeling scattered. So scattered, it's as if my mind is a plate of scrambled eggs, that have been put through the blender.  Taking a deep breath in, I find the cloths. Changing from my wet shorts to a dry pair of light jeans, they gently hug what ass I have. I take off my shirt, sliding into a white belly cut shirt, that stops at the middle of my belly button. It uses to be a one of my mothers white tops but it got ripped at the bottom so I cut it. I wear that with my black leather and black converse.  Grabbing a bag I stuff extra cloths in it, all because I know I am going to pass. Let it be at at Two-Bit's house or Dally's apartment. I hate wearing the same clothes that I slept in the night before. Lastly I let my damp hair fall down, my blonde strains reaching the tops of my shoulders, I take a small blow dryer and quickly dry it. When it's dry I quickly take hairspray, bumping it up. I know Dallas is waiting on me, and if I make him wait too long, he'll leave me. I Hurry to my bed, grabbing what little makeup I have, doing another smokey eye shadow, this time a soft rose color. Lastly I paint my lips with a red lipstick.
Once I deem myself worthy of maybe catching someones eyes, I walk from my room and into the halls. Unfortunately, I spot my dad standing in the kitchen. The girly feeling of pity begins running throughout my body, hitting my soft side. As much as I wish to say something, I don't say anything and I will never regret not saying anything. There is nothing to be said to the man that he has become, and never will be! What would he be like now if mom were still here?