Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 38: Burgers and Fries

Cookie's POV

At some point, I guess we had all fallen asleep because when I woke up, Johnny and Pony were standing over we with stupid smiles. I yawned, glaring at them as I wiped away the drool that had made its way down my cheek. I wasn't embarrassed around them anymore, they'd already heard me snore and fart, so, other than my naked body, they'd already seen and heard and smelled everything.

"What the fek are ye lads smiling about?" I growled, sitting up and pulling Two-Bit's Jacket tighter around my aching shoulders before twisting my back that sent cracks up my spine.

"Dally's here!" Johnny said excitedly. The excitement of this news made my eyes dart to the door to the church, where I noticed Dallas Winston leaning against the wall behind them.

"Hiya, Cook." He said, lifting his hand into a small obnoxious wave.

"Glory," Dally laughed, "you and Pony sure do look different with your hair like that."

I had refused to look in that stupid mirror, so I nearly forgot that my hair was chopped off. I didn't like him reminding me that my curls were chucked off the cliff, and was going to have to wait years before I could get them back.

"Hello, Dallas." I grumbled as I cracked my neck.

"You look... rough."

"Haud yer wheesht and fek off."

"Oh, but if I 'fek off' you'll never get to see the letter your sister wrote you," Dally smirked. I sat up quickly at the mention of a letter from Vikki and I climbed to my feet.

"She wrote meh a letter? Let meh have it!" I demanded as I ran up to him. The weakness from my lack of nutrients almost overtook me, and I was surprised that my legs didn't collapse and I didn't fall flat on my face.

"Pony's got one too." He said, pulling out two pieces of paper. One of them had my name on it in Vikki's neat handwriting. I was quick to take it from him sitting down and opening it.

Dear Cookie,

Ahm gonna murder you.

Come home safe, I'll be waiting.

Vikki

I should have known that she'd scold me and for some reason those two sentences were the exact things I need to hear from her at this moment. I guess twin telepathy is real after all.

"When you're done with that, can you let me know? I'm fucking starving." Dally groaned from where he and Johnny had been sitting and talking. I looked up at him glaring and folding the letter back up and slid it into the pocket of Two-Bit's jacket.

"Yer starvin'?!" I asked, getting angry, "Ah've not kept anything down all week."

"How come ya got hauled in?" Ponyboy asked, cutting off our budding argument.

"Glory, those boys down at the station haul me in for every fucking thing that happens on our turf, even when I don't got nothing to do with it." Dally laughed. I didn't believe that he didn't have his hand in every bad thing that happened on the Greaser side of town, but I wasn't about to go calling him out. "And while I was there I mentioned something about ya'll hightailing it to Texas, so they're out there looking for you," he smirked, he looked really proud of himself too.

"You sure can cuss good." Johnny said while looking up at Dally with a dramatic sigh.

"Don't ya go picking up my bad habits." Dally scolded light-heartedly before turning and walking towards the front door, "We gonna go get food or no?"