Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 6: Killing Time

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Cookie's POV

When Soda returned from breakfast with Vikki, Dally and I were still sitting in the same spot on the couch. He gave us an odd look as he entered the house, probably wondering why we were still there, or why I was still leaning on Dally's shoulder. We barely knew each other, but I didn't let that stop me from being friendly. If it had been any of the other boys, besides Two-Bit, I probably wouldn't be so quick to enter their space due to the fact that I don't know them too well. I felt as if I found a crack in Dally's locked door, and I slithered myself in.

"What are ya still doin' here?" Soda asked, confused, "Vikki headed home."

That's when my eyes went wide. "Ah forgot that Ah've been out all night. Ah gotta get home before mah host parents go mental! And Ah left meh barra there all alone!" I said jumping up. It had been awhile since I had been so relaxed that I forgot I had responsibilities. I headed for the door and turned back to the two boys in front of me. "Thank ye for yer kindness." I told them both and shook Soda's hand. He seemed a little caught off guard, but shook my hand heartily.

    "I could give ye a ride." Soda offered with that friendly smile he wore so often. I debated walking for a moment, but knew it would probably take me a bit to get back home. I didn't wanna be any later than I already was going to be.
    "Would ye? That'd be very kind of ye." I told him.
    "Ya. We can't have ya walkin' on your own. Some guys ain't as nice as our gang."
    "Ah can hold mah own, that's not why Ahm accepting the ride. Ah just need tae git back to mah bit fast so mah host parents donnae fash themselves." I told him. I'm not a weak little girl. Ah grew up with my brothers and Vikki. I glared at Soda, trying to vibe off what I barked.
    "Alright. Sorry. Come on, I'll get ya home fast." he said and I followed him out the door to his car. The car was a dark black color, but the paint was rusting at the bottom and sides. The bumper looked like if ya gave it a swift kick it would fall to the ground. The doors creaked as we opened them and the motor groaned as he turned it on. It gave a couple of loud bangs and pops before it came to a steady hum.
    "This yer motor? It looks like an old reliable lad." I told him.
    "Yeah. Just don't judge 'er too harshly." He laughed.
    "Ah ain't judgin'. It looks like a braw motor. A braw motor for a braw lad." I told him with a little snicker.
    "What's 'braw' mean?" he asked, his face looking slightly worried.
    "It means," I thought for a moment, trying to find the words that americans would use, "good-looking, beautiful, or really nice. Only if yer talking about something manly or a lad. If yer talkin' about a lass, ye'd say bonnie." I told him nodding my head.
    "Oh. Okay." He said nodding his head. "I think Vikki called me bonnie earlier."
I chuckled, "she was likely just joking around. She definitely thinks ye'r braw."
Soda's lips twitched to a smile, and that's when I knew that the feeling was mutual.
Soda was a good driver. I could tell he was driving a lot slower than he normally would if I wasn't in the car, and he was driving the speed limit. It looked to be only about noon, but I knew that our host parents were late wakers on Saturdays, so I wasn't too scared about Soda driving slow. They wouldn't be awake when I get there. I had a feeling that he wanted to talk to me alone, but didn't wanna initiate the conversation. He kept licking his lips, and I noticed sometimes his mouth would open like he was about to say something but then he wouldn't make a sound. It was frustrating, and after about five minutes I couldn't take much more of it.
    "Ye got something ye wanna say tae meh, Ginger?" I finally asked. I'm not the beat-around-the-bush kind of person, I am a directly-to-the-point kind of person, even if my ma tells me that's not the proper way of a Scot.
    "I ain't no ginger." Soda said, running his fingers through his golden brown hair.
    I looked at him confused. "Yer name is Sodapop, right?" I asked him.
    "Yeah."
"Ginger is Scotish for a fizzy drink or Soda." I told him, laughing.
"Oh." He said.
"So, ye wanna tell meh something or naw?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him expectantly. Soda paused for a second, once again looking like he was afraid to ask. I gave him an unimpressed look, hoping he would realize that he might as well ask me or I may start to get angry. I hate when people act like they wanna tell you something, but then don't. It's the second most annoying thing in the world. The first being people acting stupid or rude.
"I just wanted to know about your sister a bit. What's her deal?" He said.
"Her deal?"
"Yeah. Like earlier, we were eating breakfast together and she was all funny and laughing, then after Sandy came over she got all angry." He shrugged. I gave him a look that obviously said that he was really stupid.
"Were ye flirting with her? Makin' her laugh and all." I asked.
"I guess, yeah."
"Who's Sandy?" I asked.
"My girl— I mean, she ain't no more."
"Then Sandy came over to ye and started hanging off o' ye and but."
"Yeah."
I shook my head at him and gave a little laugh. Men could be so dense sometimes. They have no idea when a girl is graftin' on them. They could be the most uninintelligent things on the planet. You could wave a hand in their face and they still wouldn't see it.
"Eejit."
"What?"
"Ah called ye an eejit."
"What does that mean?"
I debated telling him what it meant but decided against it as he pulled up to the driveway. He wouldn't like my answer and I couldn't tell him my sister was crushing on him. I simply turned to him with my hand on the door handle.
"Just lose the broad." I said in my best southern accent, trying to sound as much like Two-Bit as possible. "That Sandy broad is gonna get ya nowhere wit meh sister." I told him, finding it hard to keep the accent up at the end. I knew that I would eventually have the accent down, it would just take a bit for me to learn their slang.
"You dig okay, Cookie." Soda told me. I didn't quite understand what he meant by that but by the tone of his voice, I assumed it was a compliment.
"Thank ye, Ginger." I said, before climbing out of the car and walking up the driveway and into the house. I turned around and watched as Soda peeled out of the driveway and back down the street.
Feeling arms wrap around my legs, I looked down to see Gracie's tired face. She was still in her nighty so it was a good signal that our host parents are yet to wake up. Her hair was in a cute little ratted mess like it always was when she first woke up and on her face sat the cutest little pout, her blue eyes sparkling in the light ray's of the afternoon sun that peaked their way through the window. I could tell she was upset with me.
"Mama, why were ye gone so long?" She asked me. She only calls me mama in private because we don't know how people would react to hearing it. She may be only five, but she was a smart little girl.
"I'm sorry, Bairn. Ah was out with some lads and Vik. How 'bout next time ah bring ye wit meh. Sound bonnie?"
" Aye." She said, then she gestured for me to come down to her height and leaned into my ear, "Da host parents are still kipping upstairs. They have been aw night." She said to me.
" Aye. Mah perfect wee keek out. Ye are the best Barra, Ah could ask fae." I told her, pushing strands of her red hair behind her ear and giving her a kiss on the forehead. She gave me a happy smile and grabbed my hand, leading me up the stairs.
We walked into the room my host parents had given me and I quickly slipped into a nightgown, and messed up my red curls to appear like I had been sleeping so they couldn't tell I was out all night. Then I grabbed the lavender perfume my ma made me in Scotland off the bedside table and sprayed myself with a heavy amount of it, to cover up the ciggy smell. Once done, I climbed into bed and Gracie snuggled up next to me.
She had a book in her hands and I had no idea when she got it, but took the book from her opening it up and turning it to the first page. I realized that this was one of her assigned books from school. The cover had a cow and a moon on it.