"No offense, Dallas, but I'm not into moody assholes," I fired at him with a smug smirk.
"Yeah, you're not my type either, Diana," he shot back. "Crazy, uptight chics are kind of a turnoff." I narrowed my eyes at him and growled angrily.
...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"You wanna talk about it?" Chrissy spoke up.
The two of us have been wandering the hospital's halls for half an hour now with nothing but the ice cream we got from the cafeteria and the comfortable silence between us. We sat on a bench outside in front of the hospital, where ambulances would occasional delivery the newest arrival.
I sighed and scooped out the last bite of my mint chocolate chip ice cream before chucking the plastic cup and spoon behind me. "About what?" I said simply.
Chrissy gave me a look. "Seriously?"
"Sorry," I said. I watched as the sun began to set in horizon. The once bright blue sky was now a beautiful orange and purple. The colors blended together perfectly like a watercolor painting. I wondered if Ponyboy was watching this sunset from his house. "I hate when my friends fight," I sighed.
Chrissy hummed in agreement. The last rays of sunlight shined on our faces, and made everything around us appear golden. Her eyes sparkled in the sun as she stared straight ahead. "What were they fighting about?" She asked.
"Nothing," I replied with a shrug, but I think we both knew that my answer was far from the truth.
"It didn't sound like nothing," Chrissy stated.
"It's my fault," I said. "This whole mess is my fault.." Although Chrissy didn't know what I was talking about, she nodded along and listened as I continued to rant. "Somehow I always find a way to screw up my life even more than it already was before."
"I know what you mean," Chrissy added. I didn't doubt her. I knew that her life was just as bad as anyone else's because of her family, specially her mother. When she first arrived at the hospital I judged her because she was a soc, but now I know that I was wrong to hate her for her label. She was born into her life without any say or control over it. Maybe if the greasers and socs could see this, then they would finally stop fighting. "Who was that other guy fighting with your boyfriend?" Chrissy questioned curiously.
"That was James, an old friend of mine," I explained. "And Dallas isn't my boyfriend." I chuckled softly. I wasn't quite sure what he was to me.
"Huh, I always thought that you two were dating," Chrissy said. "He's always visiting and you guys seem very close."
"Yeah, we are," I said with a small smile.
"He definitely cares about you. I've seen the way he looks at you when you're not watching," Chrissy said. I caught her frowning slightly. "I think you should just go for it."
I nodded slowly. Maybe she was right. "What about you?" I asked. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," Chrissy chuckled. "I'm not really into guys." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion until I realized what she meant. Chrissy's green eyes stared into my dark ones, searching for approval.
