Steve gets to my apartment 30 minutes later. It only takes 5 minutes to get to my apartment from his. By that time, I am already late.
"What took you so long?" I snapped as soon as I got in the car. I looked over at him and immediately I knew.
"Well Evie didn't go home last night, so this mor-"
"That's enough. I don't want to know. So when is my car gonna be ready?" I ask.
"I've got one more thing to do, I'll go in later today and finish it. I'll drive it over tomorrow."
"Okay, thanks."
There is a silence.
"So what happened between you an Dally?" he asks, all of the sudden.
"It's personal."
"You fucked him."
"Jesus Steve!"
"So you did!"
"Gosh, yes I did, but we were drunk."
"I'm just glad Dally is going back to normal. He wouldn't talk to anyone but us for a while. It was scary. Any time anyone would mention Johnny, he'd go nuts. You know he tried to kill himself? But we caught him in time."
"Yeah, he told me."
"He told you? I guess he really was drunk."
"Yeah, but now he won't look at me. I fucked it up."
"That's just how Dally is, H. He doesn't care anything about 90% of the chicks he's done. I'm sorry, but that's just how it is."
We pulled up to the community college and I got out.
"Thanks for the ride. Pick me up in 2 hours." I call to him.
I am taking a literature course at the local community college. It's nice, and I get to read books all the time. I don't even mind the writing. One day, if I save up enough money, I want to get a real degree in literature and write. But right now I am 19 and too broke to pay for anything outside of my rent, bills, and food. I barely get by.
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Class goes by quickly, and I am soon jumping in to Steve's Thunderbird he saved up money to get. It's an older model, but Steve is proud of it.
"Where to?" he asks.
"Work."
"The Dingo, right?"
"Yes."
"Do you think you could bring me some food?Preferably chocolate cake." he asks, eyes darting off the road to give me a pleading look.
"God, why does everyone ask that? Maybe. If you're lucky. Now pick up the speed, I've got 5 minutes."
"Yes ma'am." he says and he floors it.
"Ew, don't call me ma'am."
"Sorry ma'am."
I laugh and punch him in the arm. It's nice to have a best friend.
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FanfictionJohnny's dead. Dally's a wreck. Can a girl heal Dallas, or will he damage her?