Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 17: Askin' Permission

Cookie's POV

After tucking Gracie into bed last night, I wanted to make myself a cup of tea to calm down from the hectic night. Vikki went straight to bed, usually she will stay up with me. I wondered what her deal was.

Anyway, I made the warm chamomile tea, sat on the couch, and turned the television on. That is all I remember. Next thing I knew, the full cup of cold tea was still in my hands and touching the rim of the mug, and someone was knocking at the door. I was in a mild panic because of the tea millimeters away from pouring onto my chest, and a random person who knocked on the front door. I blindly looked around for a clock, and it was nearly ten in the morning. Luckily it was Saturday, so we did not have class. I laid back down, setting the cup on the coffee table and wished that the door knocking was my imagination. I tried to fall back asleep when the knocking sounded again.

"I'm coming," I said, not loud enough for the person to hear me as I rolled off the couch and groggily walked to the door. "Who is it?" I asked through the door.

"Pizza man." Two's voice answered.

I quickly opened the door and greeted Two at the door. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, and a look of surprise on his face.

"Whoa, new look?" He chuckled.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I knew I was going to look rough this morning, I felt rough, but I did not expect anyone else to be able to see it.

"You got..." he gestured to his cheeks, "something right there."

I turned to the little mirror near the door and I almost scared myself when I looked into it. I forgot to take my makeup off last night, so I had visible patches of my thick foundation on my face and my mascara made thick black lines going from my eyelids to the corners of my mouth, probably when I attempted to wash my face last night. I remember being so tired, I was doing everything with my eyes closed. I am not a night owl. I had thrown my hair up blindly last night, but during the night it turned into a ratty bun. I looked like a horror film starring Ronald McDonald.

"Holy shit." I laughed, "that's gross."

"Ya scared me a little." Two-bit laughed, stepping into the house and kissing my cheek. I blushed looking down at my feet. He wanted to kiss me even though I looked like a clown. He really was a catch.

"Meh too." I laughed, and turned my attention back to him seeing a small handful of daisies in his hand. "Flowers?" I asked.

"Not for you." He teased, giving me that dashing smile I was slowly beginning to love.

"Oh." I said a little disappointedly, "for who?"

"Grace." He said, straightening them out. "Where is she?"

I looked at him confused, tilting my head. Why would he bring flowers for Gracie? It wasn't her birthday. She didn't have anything special happening. "She's in bed, still asleep." I said. "Ah'll go shower, and Ah will check to see if she's awake." I told him looking in the mirror next to the door and letting down my hair. Trying to tame the knotted mess.

"I'll join you." Two said, beginning to follow me to the bathroom.

I spun on my heels swiftly and put my hand on his shoulder to block him from following. "Ah donnae think so, buckaroo." I said, using one of the recent slang words Ponyboy had taught me. He frowned humorously. I rolled my eyes and laughed, and when I turned around he smacked my arse.

"Stop!" I laughed, "meh host parents might see. They don't like greasers." I knew he could see the shame in my face. I didn't like the fact that my host parents had the same belief about Greasers as most Socs did.