Mean Socs ||Darry Curtis||

Chapter 16: Christmas

So this is the special Christmas chapter, a half an hour before Christmas is over (I spent 3 and a half hours writing it) and it's actually kind of boring, until the end, so I apologize. But Beka, this is your present.

Darry's POV:

"Hey, Dar, can I talk to you for a minute?" Dally asks me.

"Sure. What's up?" I ask. He looks over to my brothers and the rest of the gang, sprawled around the room, laying on the floor, on the couch or at the table.

"Let's talk outside. I don't want those dopes to hear us," He says. I nod and follow him outside.

"Something wrong?" I ask him. He shakes him head.

"Nah, I just wanted to ask you something," He says.

"Okay, shoot." I wonder what he want's to ask. Is something wrong? Does he not like New York? What could it be?

"What do you do when you really like a girl?" Well, that was not what I was expecting. Shouldn't he know what to do when he really likes a girl? I mean, before he moved, he was the biggest flirt in Tulsa! And why does he need this? Doesn't have Beka? I mean, they didn't break up or anything, they both flew back here to celebrate Christmas with the gang.

But they didn't take Elizabeth with them. Apparently she and Dally have gotten close since they moved there, but she didn't want to come with.

Hmm, maybe he wanted to make a move on her, too. I mean, he has been known to cheat.

"Who are you talking about?" I ask him, starting to worry.

"Beka. Who else?" He asks. I just shrug.

"I just... I really like her, and I want to do something special for her, since tomorrow's Christmas and everything..." His voice trails off, like he wants to say more, but he doesn't.

"Well, did you get her a present?" I ask her. It's starting to snow, and I'm getting cold. I try to rush the conversation a little bit so we can go back inside.

"Yeah, but I have an even better idea now. I'll be back, Dar. Thanks for your help!" And with that he runs away, leaving me to sit on the porch steps. I sit there for a while thinking about his relationship with Beka.

I wonder what he left in such a hurry to get, but I also wonder what Elizabeth is doing in New York on Christmas Eve night, so I mostly just focus on that.

She's probably at her new boyfriends house, siting at the table with him eating a nice dinner, talking about how much she loves him. Talking about how much she loves college, and how I'm not there to bother her anymore.

But I miss her, more than anything. She's the best girlfriend I've ever had, I was in love.

I rest my head in my hands, my leg balancing my elbows, looking at me feet.

Man, I miss Elizabeth.

Why had I been so stupid? Why had I taken her on the Ferris Wheel when she had specifically told me she's afraid of heights? And more importantly? Why had I just walked out of that hospital room when she broke up with me? Why hadn't I said anything? Why did I let her treat me that way? Why had I been such a coward? Why couldn't I have told her how in love with her I was?

I let our entire relationship go down the drain...

Or maybe I didn't.

Because after staring down at me feet for so long, I head someone whisper,

"Darry." I knew that voice better than anything, Elizabeth AnneMarie Ramsey, the love of my life. She looks more beautiful than I've ever seen her before, in a beautiful, fancy red dress, with a leather jacket unzipped over it, and leggings, ripped at the knees, under it. She looked like the perfect blend of Soc and Greaser.