5: Floofy Dates (Part Two)

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A/N I figured that this story deserved an update, and despite my personal tragedy, I've been neglecting you guys, so here it is.

<3 Emmy

Soda's POV- Still At Darry Queen

Y/N walked back with a decently calm expression on her face, considering how flustered she was before she went up to the counter. She set our orders on the table but instead of eating her food right away like I did, she just looked into my eyes.
"Soda.." She whispered, just barely audible.
"Yeah Doll,?" I replied, attempting to be just as quiet.
"Do you ever have one of those days where, as you sift through yoir memories, you have drastic mood swings and, depending on what part of your life you're thinking about, you could go from super happy to crying in .3 seconds?" She asks, still quiet, but speaking abnormally slow, probably so that I could understand, this issue seems important to her.
"All the time. What's wrong, babe?"
I asked, her face tinted a soft red after the last part, but nevertheless, she continued.
"My parents are dead. But I'm having the time of my life here with you boys and it hurts to feel like I got over them so quickly" Y/N whispered, emotion pouring into each syllable of each word. Tears pricked her eyes and she shook lightly. I went to her side of the booth and wrapped my arms around her sympathetically, that's exactly how I felt when our mom died, I felt guilty for kind of getting over it, I was disappointed in myself for moving on with my life.
"I know how you feel Y/N.." I cooed, whispering comforting words to her as she quietly cried into my shoulder, squeezing me so that I could hardly breath, but I was fine with it. Eventually, we'd gotten past the issue and I'd moved back to my side of the booth and ate my food silently, the random, greasy burger feeling like heaven after the events that had just taken place. After about an hour of eating and joking around, we headed out the door and called Dally to see if he could pick us up. Our chanced of getting a ride anytime soon were pretty slim, so we ended up reluctantly walking towards the house, hoping that someone from the gang will be driving around and notice us, but those odds were slim considering that the few of us who were legally allowed to drive were consistent of Two Bit, Dally, and Darry. But we eventually made it to the house without being jumped or dying from exhaustion. Glory Hallelujah.

Hazel Eyes's POV

s soon as we stepped out of the Bar, the soc girl pulled out a black butterfly knife. She was tall and looked tough, but Two had determination in his eyes that meant that he wasn't going to back down anytime soon, and neither was I. I pulled out my always-handy switchblade and getting into a ready position, as was Kieth. She charged at me, knife in hand, ready to stab and ask questions later and to take any consequences of her actions like she wasn't a spoiled five-year-old. She came in about 3 inches to the left of me and I swapped sides, flash-stepping about a foot and then charging her at half speed. I stabbed right into her leg and she howled in pain, afterwards being consumed with a dangerous rage that only this soc could keep as an eternal grudge. This soc was named Emmalee. She tried as much as she possibly could, snapping her butterfly centimeters away from any actual blow while only really going after me. She finnally decided that I was too good for her and tried Kieth, the same out come only ten times worse ensuing. She was cut up and bruised, her rage was undeniable but she gave in with her legs, her will to fight dissipating like a puddle on a hot summer day. Me and Two walked back inside, getting lots of stares and questions, but mostly gasps of awe. We were coverd from head to toe in cuts and bruises from the fight, well, mostly me but-
We sat back down at the bar and struck up an awkward conversation, induced by both drunkenness and embarrassment, that went from subject to subject for hours on end. We didn't leave the bar for 5 hours after that. Five. Hours.

Five.

767 words. I think that's pretty damn good. I updated. I'm alive. Hi. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!! Bye!!

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