One Moment

Drive-in Disaster

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The next day, I woke up to find myself almost on the floor. Dally had spread himself across the bed during the night, his head somehow managing to get under his pillow, and leaving me very little space.
I groaned as I untangled myself from the blankets, and Dally's arm that was hanging over my back. I managed to get myself up and walked over to the dresser at the end of the bed. I pulled out clothes for Dally when he got up, and then grabbed my own clothes before making my way to the bathroom to freshen up.
Back when Daly and I first got to Tulsa, our plan had only been to stay for a few weeks to get some money before we kept going. We didn't really have anywhere we wanted to go, so the plan was just to keep traveling across the states, maybe even up to Canada. But then one day, Mr. Curtis caught Dally trying to rob a small convenience store. I had been standing outside, and I'd started yelling at him to let Dallas go as he pulled him out of the store. He'd dragged the two of us back to his house. I still didn't know why he did it, but I was glad he did. But there had been only one problem; our living arrangements.
Buck had given us one room to share, with a bed and a cot. The set up had been fine the first few months we'd lived in Tulsa, but once we got settled, things changed. Dally started meeting girls, and I started meeting guys. The set up didn't work, but Buck refused to give us another room, so we were stuck.
Even when we started dating, the sleeping arrangement wasn't good. It got worse when the cot started to rot, and we had to get rid of it. Dally and I were stuck in one bed, because Buck was too cheap to buy another one, and he refused to move one of the other beds into the room.
I couldn't help but smile as I thought of the first night we had to share the bed; Dally ended up sleeping on the floor.
"Hurry up, Mia!" Dally's voice called through the bathroom door. "We gotta get ready to meet the boys." I raised my eyebrow as I finished getting ready and made my way down the stairs to the kitchen. Dally was standing with the fridge door open, starring blankly at the contents inside. I looked over his shoulder and scrunched up my nose.
"I don't think there's anything to eat in there." I said as I started to close the door when I spotted the orange juice on the door.
"Except for that." Dally said and made a grab for it at the same time I did. It was then that we realized there wasn't enough in the container for the two of us to both have some.
Dally and I both starred at each other and I shook my head slightly.
"No, Dally I need something in the morning, you know that." I pulled the juice towards me, but Dally pulled it to him.
"That's about the worst excuse you can come up with." He said. "I haven't had anything besides water to drink for how long now?" We started to both pull the container towards us, fighting for the last of the juice.
Suddenly, it slipped out of our hands and landed by the doorway to the kitchen. I was thankful that it didn't pop open, but then Dally pushed me out of the way.
"I don't think so." I jumped at his back and we both went tumbling to the floor, just out of arm reach of the juice.
"Get off me!" Dally said as he tried to scramble out from under me to the container.
"No! It's my juice!" I said as I smashed his face into the floor before getting up for the container. But just as I was about to reach it, Dally pulled my legs out from under me and sent me to the floor again.
Just as Dally was about to crawl over me for the drink, a figure appeared in the doorway and we both looked up to see Buck standing there looking down at us, his arms crossed over his chest.
"You know," He started. "For proclaiming yourselves as the toughest greasers around town, you can act awful childish." I watched with my mouth gapped open as Buck picked up the juice container and swallowed the contents after he'd opened it.
I huffed and dropped my head onto my hand, having propped my elbow up on the floor to try and get leverage to get Dally off me.
"Screw you, Buck." I snapped at him as he walked out of the room, and then tried to get up, only to find that Dally was still on top of me. "Get off me you 100 pound sack of potatoes!" Dally fell to the floor beside me and I sat up against the counters.
We sat for a moment, leaning against the counter when Dally suddenly kicked my foot.
"What?!" I snapped.
"We could have just split the juice." I narrowed my eyes at him for a moment before I shook my head at him, a smile curling up the edges of my mouth.
"It's so nice having you back, Dal." I said. "It's just too peaceful when you're not around." He smirked and leaned over to kiss me, but I put my hand up in his face. "Back off, morning breath. Not until you brush those teeth of yours." Daly grumbled and stood up, while I sat there a moment longer.
"And hurry up!" I called up the stairs. "We gotta meet the boys soon!"