TomKat Johnes(a The Outsiders Love Story: Chapter 5)


Two-bit’s pov.

I yawned and stretched out on the bed. I winced as a headache came over me. The after effects of alcohol. I blinked a couple of times and looked around the room.

My shoes, jeans, and jacket were thrown all over the room. But my Micky Mouse t-shirt was folded neatly on the bedside table.

Did I fuck a girl last night? I asked myself and tried really hard to remember what happened.

I came here with Kat, Soda, Steve, and Dally.

Me and Steve went to get a drink as Soda was swarmed with girls.

I lost Dally and Kat in the crowd.

I got a little drunk, but enough to remember things.

Steve pointed out Kat going against some bicker guy in a game of pool and they started up shots.

I drank more.

After Kat and that bicker guy’s first round of shots everything blurred together. The only thing I remember is a mess of beautiful, black as midnight, raven hair.

So I did fuck a girl. And she wasn’t a blond either. What a story did I have to tell the boys.

I got up and got dressed, ignoring the pain in my hangover. As I left I gamed my hands into the pockets of my jeans. I felt something cool and oddly shaped, when I pulled it out I saw it was a dog tag.

‘Constantien, Mark Andrew’.

First off, this is dated to world war two. Second, that’s the name of Kat’s dad, and I know this is his old dog tag because it has the notch on the side of it. And third, and the most important, Why the hell do I have it?

Maybe, we …..

“No,” I said out loud, “Couldn’t happen in a million years.”

I shoved the necklace back in my pocket and continued down to the Curtis house. I’d give it back to her.

Kat’s pov.

It was still early when I got in so I stayed quite. Stacey and Marry Sue did laundry last night so I had clean cloths in the living room. I grabbed some and took a cold shower.

I don’t take them for that purpose if that’s what your thinking. I take them because it helps me think after something big happened.that I need to get straight.

I still felt his touch lingering on my skin as the cool water cascaded over me. I was still longing for him to be holding me now. Damn it, Two-bit! What the hell did you do to me!?

After I finished that shower I came to the realization of a couple of things:

1.) I just violated my greaser girl code of ‘never steal another girl’s man’.

2.) Even though both me and two-bit feel the same, we can never be together.

3.) I will eventually go through a mental meltdown after a while of Two-bit being in ‘love’ with his slutty blonds.

4.) Even though I had just committed one of the worst of the seven deadly sins, in my opinion, I cannot ask for God to forgive me for sleeping with Two-bit before we’re married.

and finally 5.) My life position has not improved one inch.

I got out and got dressed. I wasn’t really hungry so I just brought my cloths up to my room. I had good timing too. Just as I closed my door, the front door was slammed open and my name was being called. So I called I was upstairs back.

Within thirty seconds Steve did the same treatment to my door as he did the front. He was panting and out of breath.

“Come on.” He said grabbing my wrist and dragging me down stairs.

“Steve, slow down!” I told him and he did.

The gang knew that stairs hated me. So, he let me come down at my own pace. Once both my feet were on the floor of the hallway between the bathroom and the hall closet, he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me out of the house.

I called to my brothers that Steve was kidnapping me and I might be back for dinner.

“Can you at least tell me where we’re going and why?” I asked as my house was going out of my view.

“The Curtis house.” He said factivley, “Two-bit’s got some big news about the party last night, but he wont tell anything until your there.”

“Oh.” I said obliviously, “Race ya’!” I said and took off in the direction of the Curtis house.

Steve chased after me laughing like an idiot. So was I. We made it there in record time.

I came bursting through the door and Steve picked me up from behind and threw me on the couch and Soda. Then he himself took a seat in between us.

“I got her.” Steve told Two-bit, “Now talk.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Two-bit said digging in his pocket for something.

“Kat, this is your’s. Don’t ask me why I have it.” Two-bit told me as he tossed me something.

I caught it and when I looked at it. My jaw almost dropped. How did he……. oh. He just tossed me my daddy’s dog tag from way back when. I just realized it was missing. I remembered he took it off and stuck it in his back pocket last night.

“Oh yeah,” I said sounding like usual, “Thanks.”

“Why did I have it anyway?” He asked me confused.

“We met up at the party last night, after I finished some shots. We were messing around like always, and I guess you took it. Thank’s for hanging onto it.” I told him, “Now, what was it that made Steve here come bursting in my house and drag me over here for?”

We all looked at him intently.

“Last night at the party, I guess I met up with this really hot girl.” He started.

“Shocker.” I interrupted.

“I banged her, and guys won’t guess this.” Two-bit exclaimed.

“She was actually a he!” I exclaimed and laughed. So did the rest of the room.

Two-bit shook his head, “No! Or at least I hope not. Anyway, she had black hair.”

We all stopped. Two-bit NEVER went for a girl who wasn’t a blond. Ever. And now he banged a girl with black hair at one of Buck’s parties. Even when he was completely wasted he could tell the difference. At the same time I couldn’t complain about last night.

“Your kidding.” Pony started, coming out of this shock faster than anyone.

“Kat’s right.” Soda started, “It must have been a dude.”

We all laughed again.

“Guys this is serious!” Two-bit yelled, “I actually think I might be in love.”

The guys stopped completely. I stopped and stared at him for a second, realizing he was serious and burst out laughing again.

“Two-bit that’s rich.” I managed to croak after I calmed down.

“Kat it aint funny.” Steve hissed.

“How?” i asked finding this more and more amusing by the second.

“When a guy says he loves a girl, he means it.” Soda told me.

I nodded and then asked, “Then how come some of the players out there will tell a girl he loves them, take what they want from their body, and then dump their asses?”

“Let’s see if I can refraise my brother’s wording.” Darry said picking his words carefully/

“It’s true when a guy tell’s a girl he loves her, in our neighbourhood anyway, their just trying to get her to sleep with him. However there are just a few exceptions to that. But when a guy tells his friends that he loves or is in love with a girl. He means it. Kat, it’s extremely rare that a guy will tell his friends he’s in love and then not mean it.” Darry explained.

Whistled and got up.

“Sorry ’bout that man.” I told him lightly punching his arm and going into the kitchen.

“No problem, Kat.” He said, “After all what you went through, I doubt you’d believe me anyway.”

I shivered as I reached in the fridge remembering. My first boyfriend was Tim Shepard. imagine how that when. It was during the time that Soda was dating Sandy. I tried to tell him that she was cheating on him, but he wouldn’t believe me. We got in this big fight over him trusting a girl over me. In my after best friend break up fury I got together with Tim. He was actually a pretty decent boyfriend. He knew how I felt about physical stuff and all that so he took it slow.

I broke it off about two weeks after me and Soda made up, unfortunately him and Sandy were still together much to my demise, because he cheated on me with Sylvia when Dally was in the cooler.

Needless to say it was one more reason why I kept getting turned off with guys. I just didn’t trust ’em anymore.

“So besides black hair, what else do you know ’bout her?” I called back to the living room as I pulled out a beer.

Two-bit thought for a second before he said, “Not much to be honest.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes as I opened the beer with my teeth. I know I shouldn’t but I couldn’t help it.

“Oh there is one this.” Two-bit exclaimed like he just got a light bulb over his head.

“Don’t leave us in suspense.” Soda encouraged.

“Well, I know she has black hair. A lot of it.” He started, “But last night, I-she had a scar.”

I narrowed my eyes a little. Did he remember it was me? Or was he just remembering in general? Either way I didn’t like where this was going.

“Where?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know.” Two-bit admitted, “But I know she loved it when I rolled my tongue over it.”

The guys let out cat calls about it. I shivered remembering the feeling on my collar-bone where I took the bullet for Dally a few years ago. I did love the way he did that.

“Kat, you okay?” Pony asked noticing my shiver.

“Yeah, no worries.” I told him and plopped back on the couch.

“So what are we gonna do now?” Two-bit asked.

“Me and Johnny were going to a movie.” Pony said as Johnny got up and they both left.

“I have some errands to run.” Darry said leaving aswell.

“I’ll probably go ’round town, try and find some trouble.” Dally said and left lightly a cancer stick.

“What about us?” Soda asked.

Steve and Two-bit shrugged.

“How ’bout we go into town and do what we usually do?” I suggested.

“What’s that?” Soda asked oblivious.

I shrugged and replied, “Whatever the hell we feel like Pepsi-pop.” I told him and stood up.

They did they same and we were out running through the streets of Tulsa like the wild teen greasers we are. I only wished things could a staid this way.


Is She Really What They Say? (a Taps Story)


(From now on the story will be told from Christina’s pov.)

I was finally back at bunker hill. Man did I love this place. I unloaded my stuff and said good bye to my mama and daddy. I loved them to no end, but I was really glad to be back. The only reason why I left was because I had too.

I was walking back up to my room when in the corridor I was picked up and spun around a little.

“Hey Chrisa! Long time no see!” Alex exclaimed happily putting me back down.

“Hey Axey. How are you?” I asked giggling as we walked towards my room.

“No bad, you?” He asked.

I shrugged, “I’m okay. Better now that I’m back.”

He nodded in agreement.

“We all missed you.” He said as we stopped in front of my room, “Why’d you leave again?”

I looked around for a second, “I’ll tell you later.”

I opened the door and immediately confetti was thrown on me and cheers and greetings were yelled in my ears.

“Hey Chris. We missed you.” Rusty told me wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“I missed you guys too.” I said dusting off some of the confetti that was on me.

“Where’d you go?” West asked as they sat me down in my chair.

“A lot of places actually.” I told them.

“Well, were listening.” Shovel said passing around some regular chips.

I laughed lightly and began, “Well, when I first got home my ma had a talk with me about woman things I should be aware of and stuff.” They nodded politely even though non of them were interested in it, “Then my daddy took me out fishing that weekend. I caught a lot more fish then he did one was this big.” I extended my arms a little wider than my shoulders, they seemed sorta impressed, “We also went camping. It was me, my daddy, and a few of his old friends. One of them was a war veteran. I learned a lot about his experience in battle. It was really cool.” all of them looked really interested in that, “I went swimming a lot. And I went to the zoo. My daddy was doing a case for the owner so I spent the day looking at the animals as he took care of legal work.”

“Hold on.” Brian interrupted, “I hear you say a lot about you ‘daddy’. But I thought you hated him, and what exactly does he do?”

“Oh.” It just dawned on me that I never told them, “Well see. I do hate my biological father. But I love my step-daddy. You’ll always know the difference with me because I’ll always call my step-dad daddy, and my biological father, father. You’ll also notice venom in my tone when I talk about my father.”

They nodded, “As for occupation. My daddy is a lawyer. My father runs a company that makes him travel and get a bunch of different kinds of alcohol. I hate the guy.”

“How was the zoo?” Alex asked changing the subject.

“It was really fun actually. I got to hold a bunny and feed a tiger and help collect chicken eggs.” All of them ooh’d, “I volunteered at the retirement home for a while with mama. I also got some target practice in.”

“How?” Hulk asked.

“Well, daddy took me hunting with a couple of his friends on one of his day’s off. And I got to go paint baling too.”

All of them were astonished.

“Oh, Alex. You wont guess what else I did over the summer.” I teased him.

“I’m not gonna guess Chrisa, just tell me.” He said sounding slightly annoyed.

“I went horse back riding.” I announced proudly.

“You actually went horse back riding?” He exclaimed like he couldn’t believe it. He probably couldn’t. He tried to get me on a horse first year. It didn’t go so well. I was nervous to begin with. And he didn’t know that the horse was harder to handle. It kicked me off and I wound up in the hospital for about a week with a couple broken ribs.

“Well,” I admitted, “It was a sweet pony, and I technically just sat on it and braided it’s main. But it still counts. Right?”

He chuckled and said, “Considering it’s you. Maybe.”

“I don’t like how you said that.” I told him crossing my arms.

He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“So how was the summer session?” I asked the rest of the room.

“Summer session-y.” Bug told me.

“The only really interesting part of it was watching Shawn practically rip his hair out trying to figure out what you meant before you left.” J.C. told me.

I giggled again. I knew he would. That was my whole point of doing it. I figured leave him words like that and think if ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ is real.

“Where is Shawn anyway?” I asked them.

“Why? Need to talk to your boyfriend?” West teased.

“I need to talk to him, and I’ll let you know if he is my boyfriend after.” I told him getting up unfazed by anything. I was always like that.

They stared at me like I was crazy. I shrugged it off and started out. I caught Alex’s eye. His face read, ‘if he does anything I want to know’, and ‘if he does anything I’m going to kill him’, and we can’t forget ‘I can’t believe you like that guy. You can do so much better’. Of course I just shrugged this off and went to look for him.

I found Shawn on the basketball court making failed attempts at shots. The ball bounced my way. I picked it up and made a swish shot. Shawn turned around and saw me smiling at him.

“You suck at this.” I told him grabbing that ball and bounce passing to him.

“You came back.” He said absent-mindedly letting the ball bounce past him.

I looked at him like he was crazy, “I only left for one summer Shawn. Besides, I promised you I’d be back. Didn’t I?”

He walked closer to me. He cupped my face and rubbed his thumb on my cheek. I savored his touch.

“what did you mean back there?” He asked.

“Huh?” I asked, not sure of what he meant.

“When you told me I should have told you I liked you sooner. What did you mean?” He asked again anxiously.

I smiled softly at him and said, “What I meant was; you should have told me that you liked me sooner because I like you back too.”

He smiled at me too, then he leaned in and our lips barely touched each other. He did this a couple of times before he fully put his soft, yet slightly chapped lips on mine. It was perfect. I swear if I wasn’t already, that kiss made me numb.

When we pulled away I looked deep into his brown eyes and he looked into my green ones.

“I love you, Christina Waywater.” He told me resting his forehead on mine.

“No you don’t Shawn.” I told him, “What your feeling is an attraction and interest in me. There for having your brain stimulated to the illusion of love. You don’t love me, Shawn. Even if you do it’s not real. But, I have a strong attraction towards you.”

“Why do you have to make things complicated. And more importantly, why do you say I don’t love you when I do?” Shawn asked seeming to get mad.

I shrugged, “Maybe it’s my heart trying to make up for the guilt I’m feeling for not being able tell you the same thing back.”

He looked at me like I had two heads.

“All around me, Shawn. Ever since I was little, there was never any love. Only abuse. I figured that, that was what it was always like. There is no love, and even if there is then I have right to it. I don’t deserve it. All I am is a crazy girl with the loss of pain. What use am I to anyone? What love does anyone hold for me? Shawn, all your feeling is interest and attraction. Nothing more.”

He kissed me again but this time it had more passion in it.

“I don’t care how you want to put it, Christina.” He said when we pulled away, “I don’t care if you can’t say it back to me. I love you, and because I love you I’m going to show you love and make you see this isn’t just attraction and interest. I love you, Christina and I will always protect you from everything. So, I was wondering, would you want to be my girl friend?”

I looked at him for a second, then replied, “Only to see if you can really love me and show me what it is. But, yes, Shawn. I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

He smiled even bigger then he did before and kissed me again. Well, Alex would just have to live with this, and Shawn would have to put up with us.

Now, if only I knew this was the beginning of my troubles.

TomKat Johnes (a The Outsiders Love Story: Chapter 4)


When we got off I walked home. Soda was still busy with some girls at the station so he said he’d close up. Steve was going to see if Evie could come to the party tonight. No one usually bugged me if I was walking by myself on Saturday nights. But I didn’t want to take any chances so I walked fast.

When I got in I said hi to everyone who was there and took a shower. I reeked of oil and grease. While me and my brothers didn’t mind the smell, the girls and kids said no. I respected that decision.

I went up to my room and threw on fresh jeans, tight black tank top, black high tops, and a jean vest. I put my hair up like I usually did. I glanced at the clock and it read 8:07. I shrugged.

I went over to my windowsill and picked up some of the change that was there. It was something my mama taught me. If you keep your change on your windowsill then it will stay in your house. I think it was a witch lore or something. I wasn’t sure, but I did it because I liked how it looked.

I slowly glided down the stairs to see Junior come in the door.

“Hey, bro.” I said grabbing an apple from the kitchen.

“Hey, Kat.” He said coming in the room, “Where ya’ heading like that?”

I shrugged and swallowed before answering, “Me, Dally, Soda, Steve, and Two-bit are heading to a party at Buck’s.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Dally invited you to a party at Buck’s?”

I shook my head, “He only asked us what we were doing tonight. That automatically translates to ‘do you guys want to party’. So we said yes, and I’m heading to the Curtis house to meet up with them before we go over.”

“Just the five of you?” He asked.

“Evie might be coming, but I’m not sure.” I told him, “Don’t you trust them?”

He sighed, “Kat. You know I trust you, and the gang. I would never doubt them. However, when you go over with some of them to Buck’s, yes I get concerned. I’m afraid that some guy is going to get you drunk and seduce you. I know you can hold your liquor better than most guys. But still, I get nerves. It might be more than one guy. And what if Dally, Soda, Steve, or Two-bit can’t get to you in time? What if one of those guys that did that to you are there and they want more. What then Kat?”

I finished my apple, threw out the core, and looked at him with a face he knew all to well.

“I can hold my own. Buck knows to look out for me. I’m sure the Shepard gang is going to be there too. And even if I do get drunk, fattest chance of that happening by the way, I’ll still be in right enough of mind to know what I’m doing and what’s going on.” I told him.

He sighed, “Be careful.” He said. He knew he could never win with me on something like this.

I smiled.

“I might see you later tonight, early in the morning, or in the morning. I haven’t decided yet.” I told him as I walked to the door ad shouted bye to everyone.

It was just after nine when I got to the house.

“Finally!” Soda shouted and jumped up as I came in.

“You take forever!” Two-bit whinned.

I rolled my eyes and decided to play their game.

“Oh come on guys. Like you don’t think that the ten extra minutes I took to get ready doesn’t make me look good.” I teased.

All they did was roll their eyes and push me out the door following behind.

“What about Evie?” I asked as we walked.

“She couldn’t come tonight. Said she’d make it up to me.” Steve said as we continued.

I shrugged and we continued on. Steve knew I liked Evie. Hell, everyone did. She was the first girl that one of the gang brought home that I liked right off the bat. I couldn’t picture Steve with anyone else. See, it may be weird. But I have perfect girls already picked out for all the guys in my head. I know exactly what each of them want and need in a woman. And have everything set up for them. That’s why I ask the questionnaire thing to every girl they introduce me to as their girlfriends. It’s just up to them to find her. I just don’t know their names.

When we got there Two-bit and Steve imedientlly when to get a drink, Soda got swarmed with and started flirting with girls, I lost Dally somewhere in the crowd. I shrugged it off. I was left by my lonesome a lot at these parties. I always found something that can keep me entertained for a while.

I found it at the pool tables. Some bicker guy was looking for a new opponent. I picked up a pool stick and asked above the music.

“What’s minimum bet?”

He looked me up and down for a second, “Your body.”

I did the same thing to him, “What if I don’t want yours?” I questioned cockily.

He growled in his throught and said, “Twenty bucks.”

I nodded. It was fair enough. I won that game by a land slide. And he wanted to keep going and going and going. And I kept winning and winning and winning. Before you knew it I think I cleared almost two hundred dollars from the guy.

He growled again and suggested a double or nothing. Shots this time. I agreed.

A table was cleared and twenty shots a piece were given.

I found out the guys name. It was Bill. Bill the Bicker. I thought it fit. Anyway, we knocked down all twenty shots. He was drunk. I wasn’t feeling anywhere close to a buzz. Bill called to have the shots refilled. So we went for round two. We knocked down about ten shots before he fell over on his chair. I smirked and finished both of our shots. I just hated to see good tequila go to waste.

When I finished the remainder, I turned to one of his buddies and told him to pony up the money. He slapped two hundred down in my palm and helped another of his buddies carry Bill out of the place. I walked over to the bar and got a drink. I figured since I was already on the verge of being buzzed, I may as well get there.

“Hey, Katty-baby.” A familiar drunk slurred in my ear.

I giggled, “Hi Two-bit.”

I looked over and just by looking at the guy you could tell he was wasted.

He leaned in closer to me and whispered in my ear, “You were really sexy taking on the bicker guy in pool and shots and winning, Katty-babe.”

I knew he was completely wasted now. He only called me Katty or Katty-babe or Katty-baby or something like that when he had way too much to drink and was still at it.

We kept talking as best we could with Two-bit slurring every word with the next. We had a few more beers and had a good time though. Then he dragged me out on to the dance floor.

We started dancing normally. Then he brought us closer together. Then he made us dance really close. I was shutting off all my logic at that moment because I didn’t want to hear it nagging. At his will he made us start dancing dirty like. Then he made me full on grind into him. I could feel him getting hard through both our jeans. I didn’t care. I was in heaven.

If this hadn’t became apparent yet. My crush is Two-bit Matthews. I think I may love him, but I will not admit to it. In my eyes love is for everyone other than me.

Two-bit leaned down and whispered something in my ear.

“I have something I want to tell you Katty.”

“I’m listening.” I told him putting my hands on his shoulders.

“I don’t know how to tell you this. It might ruin our friendship.” He told me.

“Two-bit, nothing could ruin us.” I told him.

He smiled and said something if at any other time I would have laughed knowing it was a joke and he would be dis a pointed because I figured out his prank.

“I love you, Kat. I really do. And don’t say no you don’t. I do.”

I simply stared at him for a minute trying to figure out what to say. Did I love him enough to say it back? Did I love him at all? The I remembered. No matter what I said, he wouldn’t remember what I said in the morning.

I still couldn’t find my voice so I did the next best thing. I grabbed either side of his face and leaned up. Bringing us together in a fire-y, passionate, and loving kiss. I didn’t want it to end, but we had to breath.

He was smiling as big as the sun, and he out shone it right then. I’m pretty sure I was the same. He pulled me towards the stairs and I knew exactly what was going on and what he wanted to do. I didn’t care. I wanted him. And if I was never to get any one true love. Then let me lust off the one guy I really like for one night.

God please forgive me for my sins. We both knew this was bound to happen one day. And if not tomorrow or later today, or whatever time it is. I will pay my respects and ask for your forgiveness about this through father Cromin(the priest at the church I spent the first three years of my life at and will only ever confess and ask for forgiveness there).

It was a night I will always remember. But I wish I might be able to forget it. Then that way, when I see him with a girl I wouldn’t be jealous.

TomKat Jones (a The Outsider Love Story: Chapter 3)


I was sitting on the couch at the Curtis house. It was a normal day now. I was sitting next to Pony who was reading, Soda and Two-bit were rolling on the floor wrestling. I was staring between the t.v. and them yearningly. I wanted so bad to be there showing them who was boss in this neighbourhood.

I was able to walk around on my own again, but they guys and my brothers wouldn’t let me do much. I still had to take it as easy as I could for a couple more months though. And they guys were acting like I was now made of glass and they wouldn’t let anyone touch me. I flopped down on the couch coming in, and they freaked. I did this a million times, and a hell of a lot worse has happened to me.

“I call winner.” I finally told the two.

“Steve already did.” Soda said trying to win against Two-bit.

“Then I get the winner of that.” I said rolling my eyes. I knew exactly how this was going to end up. I just wanted then to know that I was pissed at the moment.

“No,” Soda started but then stopped trying to find a good excuse.

“Because we aren’t wrestling anymore.” Steve said coming back into the room from the kitchen.

“What?” I asked teasing them, “Scared you’re going to lose to a little girl?”

“No!” Soda and Two-bit yelled at the same time jumping up.

“You aren’t straining yourself.” Steve said.

“But what if my legs are fine now and I can do whatever again, and the only way we can find out is to do something like we used to?” I asked bringing up multiple points.

“But what if you’re not and by doing something reckless will only put back in the hospital for a while?” Soda asked scratching his invisible beard.

“But what if I just need to stretch out a little and I’ll be good as new? We can’t find that out staying here reading books and playing gin rumy.” I made the point.

“You’re in a healing stage Kat!” Two-bit yelled, “You can’t do anything reckless or else you could make it worse and you may not walk again! The doctor said that you have to stay off your feet and rest as much as possible for the next month or so! Why are you challenging it?”

“Why aren’t you?” I demanded standing up, “I thought greasers always went against the law and did what they wanted when they wanted. Never really caring for anyone other than themselves and their friends. I thought you guys would be more than willing to go out and do something my brother’s and Darry would call the most reckless thing in the world. But no! You guys are treating me like a little girl and acting like if I step the wrong way I’m going to fall apart! I haven’t yet. I’m tougher than all of you together. Now stop acting like my guardians and start acting like my best friends.” I picked up my jacket from the back of the couch after that and left.

I had given them a lot to think about. And knowing them, they’d still be like that in the morning still letting my words sink into their thick sculls. I loved those guys, but boy were they dumb.

I lit a cigarette as I walked. I needed something to help me blow off some steam. I didn’t see any Socs around yet so that was out of the question. Besides, I never went looking for trouble, it always found me and I dealt with it.



I walked into the house, threw my jacket off somewhere I’d find in the morning, called a “I’m home.”

I got a few light greetings as I reached into the ice box for a ginger ale. Shortly after I went up to my room.

I flopped down on my bed after slamming the door. I had to work tomorrow. That means I had to face Steve and Soda and their stupidity. I hated it when someone, I didn’t care who it was, looked down on me and treated me like I was a little girl instead of the greaser girl I am. I turned over and fell asleep when I finished my soda.

When I woke up my clock read six am. It was usual for me to get up early. I got a pair of jeans, a tank top, my DX shirt, and shoes. I walked downstairs carefully so I wouldn’t wake the others.

After my parents died, and we got to stay together. I took care of the house. I was always up at about six every morning. I had to shower(before all the water was gone, you’d think with it being older brothers you would still get some hot water. Nope), make breakfast, make lunches, I myself had to eat, then I had to run around and find all my stuff for school or work. It wasn’t easy.

Well, it sorta is. With a photographic memory and OCD, yeah it’s pretty easy to keep track of things sometimes. With a few little kids running around the house, and I’m out of it for most hours of the day. Yeah things get messed up. But most of the time the kids’ll put the things they moved in a pile in the living room so I can fix it without killing someone. They learned that the hard way. I had to teach them that the hard way. I punched a hole in the wall the first time everything was completely out of place. And, uh, let’s just say the picture by the fire place isn’t just for show.

I made pancakes for everyone and had a bowl of cereal for myself. I never really enjoyed having a hot breakfast. And when I did it was eggs, toast, and bacon. Other than that cereal or chocolate cake from the Curtis’. Don’t knock it ’till you try it.

When I finished eating the house was just starting to wake up. Stacey(Junior’s wife) thanked me for making breakfast and the guy’s lunches. It was Saturday and it was only some of my brothers who had to work today. I walked over to the Curtis house. It was about seven right now so I knew someone would be up.

Usual morning. I thought to myself as I looked around. Two-bit in front of the t.v., Steve pigging out on cake, Darry looking for his keys(I swear someone hides them everyday), Dally was standing in the corner smoking, Johnny and Pony were on the couch talking, and Soda was asking for a shirt and jeans. Nothing out of the ordinary, I guess.

“Hey.” I said coming in and plopping down next to Two-bit.

“Hey.” They said back.

“Darry check your coat pocket.” I yelled to him over the rest of the noise.

“Thanks Kat!” He called.

“Welcome!” I shouted.

Soda and Steve came over to me and looked down at me with shame on their faces.

“We want to say we’re sorry for last night.” Soda said scratching his head.

“We didn’t mean it.” Steve continued.

“It’s just, your always doing stuff that get’s you hurt for us. And we just worry that maybe, it’s us that’s slowly killing you without you knowing.” Two-bit finished.

I rolled my eyes, “I except the apology.” I told them, “But I take these things because I want to. You guys are my second family and I’d do anything for you. Your not slowly killing me. If anything your slowly saving me from wanting to join my parents. I think a few scars are the least I can do for you.”

“We just wanted you to know-

“Soda, I accept your apology. Now go put pants on.” I told him and laughed along with the rest of the room.

“So what are you guys doing tonight?” Dally asked.

“Nothing.” Came most replies. I just shrugged.

“Relaxing.” Darry said.

“We were going to see a movie, then come back and do homework.” Pony answered for him and Johnny.

“Two-bit, Steve, Soda, Kat. What about you guys?” He asked.

“Nothin’ I’m aware of after work.” I said.

The others just shook their heads.

“You guys want to come to a party at bucks?” He asked.

“Sure!” Soda said coming back into the room.

“I’ll ask Evie if she wants to go but I’m down.” Steve said.

“Party!”Two-bit yelled.

I shrugged, “Nothin’ better to do. What time?”

“Nine.” He told us.

“We get off at seven-thirty.” Soda said.

“And who said we had to be on time?” I asked in a scoff.

“All right let’s go!” Darry yelled leading me, Steve, and Soda out of the house and into the truck, dropping us off at work.

I sighed. Another party I was forced to go to, to keep the guys from doing something too stupid to remember in the morning. And another night I’d have to try to get drunk as I watch him make out with and then lead a slut upstairs. I had a photographic memory. No matter how drunk I ever got I’d still remember everything that happened in the morning after a minute or so. I love to drink but it’s not strong enough for me anymore.

And yeah, you read it right. I like a guy. And it sucks because I promised I’d never fall in love. But I doubt I could, he doesn’t see anything in me other than a friend. I have to accept it.

Is She Really What They Say?( a Taps Story)


It’s been a year since I realized I loved Christina. I was in my second here at the academy. It was about the summer time. I was staying for the summer training session. I knew Dwyer, Brian, West, and all the others were. I was still wondering about Christina.

I asked her and she said she wasn’t sure yet. The only time she wasn’t here for anything was during Christmas break last year. She’s always been here. Then again, I’ve only known her for about two years.

After she was healed and everything from her father we got to sit down with her and ask her about it. She said that was the reason why she couldn’t have too many friends. She didn’t want her father to hurt them.

She’s actually really sweet, get to know her. She’s just still got this mysteriuse air to her. I think now all the guys in our year are crushing on her. And not just because she beat Martin Lax in chess ten times. And Lax is the best chess player Bunker Hills has seen.

Course she did get a hit when he didn’t win one of them. Christina didn’t even look fazed when he did that. I asked and she said it didn’t hurt. He father smacked her harder then that.

It was one of those days I didn’t have anything better to do, so I figured I hang out with Christina. She always had something to do. I knocked on her door before Brian opened it.

“Come on in Dave.” He said and moved aside.

He closed the door behind me. I understood why he and all the rest of our friends were there. Christina was packing her things. We had the graduates dance tonight. and then tomorrow we would leave for summer recess if we wanted to.

“What’s going on?” I asked cautiously.

“I’m heading home for the summer this time.” Christina said not looking up as she threw other things in her trunk.

“Why?” I asked.

“I need to get away for a little while.” She told me, “It’s just getting a little too hard to deal with all the time. I figure one summer at home couldn’t hurt. Right?”

I was trying not to growl. But I knew everyone knew it was coming.

“So what are you and your mom and dad going to do?” Dwyer asked ignoring me.

She shrugged, “Mama and Daddy’ll probably surprise me with camping, fishing, helping remodel the house a little. You know, Alex, the usual.”

“Wont be as fun without me there will it?” He asked laughing.

She laughed too, “We’ll see.”

She closed the trunk and took it off her bed.

“You wont have miss me too much guys.” She said smiling, “I’ll be back by the end of the summer at the right beginning of the new school year.”

“Sure.” I hissed.

“Something wrong Shawn?” She asked.

“Yeah, sure your coming back.” I said again.

“Of course I am. Why would you think otherwise?” She sounded confused.

“Your just using and excuse to leave and go in another direction.” I told her fuming, “We get all excited for you coming back, and you never do. What then, Christina? What then?”

“Shawn, I love it here. Why would you think I’m not coming back. It’s like a second home to me.” She said calmly.

” Cause you don’t want to deal with everything again.” I hissed.

“Shawn I think you may want to cool it.” West said from the other side of the room.

“No!” I hissed at him.

I heard Christina sigh, “Shawn, I’m coming back. I promise you that. And I never go back on my promises. I’ll be back at the end of the summer. I just want to go home for a while.”

“To your abusive father?” I demanded.

“Why would I call that hell hole home?” She asked surprised, “I was talking about going home to my loving Mama, and caring step-father.”

“And how do I know?” I persisted.

“I was going to try and introduce you guys to them. I know they’d love you, and I’m pretty sure your going to love them.” She said.

“Bull shit!”

“Why the hell do you care so much when I am?” She demanded.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.” I snapped.

“Your and ass, you bastard.” She snarled.

“And your nothing more than a slutty bitch!” I didn’t know why I just said that, but I was glad with what she did next. I more than deserved it.

She lunged forward and tackled me to the floor sending both of us flying into the hall. It was opened by an older cadet. We were rolling around throwing punches and bashing each other into the wall.

“Bitch!” I yelled.

“Inconsiderate, incompetent, dick!” She retorted.

For someone who was so small she was strong. She threw me into a wall with her bare hands and started pounding me like there was no tomorrow. I finally got the high ground and had he pined under me.

“Why the hell do you want to leave anyway? I thought you said this was your home?” I had to yell because a bunch of guys had gathered around to see what was going on.

She flipped me and shook me by my collar, “That’s my business! I may love this place but I have the freedom to come and go as much as the next guy!”

I had to hit her up side the head and flip her over, “Since when were you a guy!?”

“Metaphorically speaking bastard!” She literally spat in my eye and slammed me in wall again.

“Why the hell to do care so much if I leave anyway!” She yelled.

“Because I love you!” I finally screamed.

Everything stopped. The cheering went silent. My heart was still. Everyone was staring at me with wide eyes. I didn’t really pay attention to any of the spectators or anything. My focus was Christina.

Her green eyes were wide. Shock was clearly evident on her face. Her grip was loosening on my shirt collar from where she held. She opened her mouth a couple of times to say something, but nothing came out. It was just like she was looking for the right words to say.

Come on. I thought. If your going to reject me and my feelings, or laugh in my face, or nicely turn me down then do it now. Now while it wont hurt as much.

A couple seconds after I had this thought, her hands loosened completely from my shirt. She had a small sweet smile on her face. Her eyes were happy. And even though her hair was a mess, and she had a couple of bruises and a little blood on her face, she was beautiful.

“Your such an idiot, Shawn.” She said moving her hands and clasping them behind her back, “You should always tell a girl something like that right when you figure it out.”

She smiled at me and then went into her room and gently closed the door.

I stood there a good few minutes trying to figure out what had just happened. I wasn’t alone in that either. Why? You maybe asking, because when I finally came to grips with what just happened, me and every other guy who was still there trying to figure it out(which was everyone) what Christina had just said and meant, there were about forty or so people who joined me in a

“What?” At the same time. I was glad I wasn’t the only one who was lost. Girls were impossible to figure out. And Christina was the most impossible to figure out out of them all.

TomKat Jones ( a the Outsiders Love Story: Chapter 2)


I stepped out of the car with the help of two of my older brothers and leaned on Junior as pepperoni got my crutches out. I was able-bodied enough to come home, but I still had to be on crutches for a while. The worst part is I’d have to rely on everyone for at least two months. I was always independent, so this was going to be hell for me. especially because my house was a few stories high, because that’s what my mama wanted when my daddy built it, and I was on the top floor.

Junior was the spitting image of my father in every way. pepperoni had my ma’s black hair and green eyes, but his height was entirely from my daddy. Jaguar looked the exact same, everyone had to look twice to make sure they got it right. That was until pepperoni cut his hair.

“Are you sure your alright like that?” Junior asked as he walked backwards in front of me towards the door.

“I love you guys.” I told him, “But let me keep what little independence I still have.” I begged.

“Yeah, come on, J.” pepperoni defended for me, “Let the little girl do some things on her own.”

He sighed, but nodded and opened the door. I sorta hobbled in best I could. When I got into the living room everyone jumped out and yelled


There was even a banner that read ‘Welcome Home Kat’. And everyone was there. The gang, the Shepards, the Brumlies, my brothers, even Evie and Christin.

“Welcome home, Kitty Kat.” Soda, Steve, and Two-bit said at the same time coming up to me.

“Did you guys do all of this?” I asked smirking at all of them, knowing.

“Why, yes.” Soda stated proudly.

“Yes we did.” Two-bit concluded.

“There goes my hopes of getting some real good sleep.” I said smiling.

“Who can sleep when we got beer?” Dally yelled holding up a bottle of my favorite brew.

I sighed, “You guys care too much.” I told them, “Here I thought you was all greasers.”

“We are.” Max from the Brumlies hissed.

“Thing is,” Tim Shepard continued, “We can all agree we got a soft spot for our neighbourhood Alley Kat.”

I laughed, but was lifted up by each arm by Soda and Steve and gently thrown on the couch.

We all talked laughed and drank.

When the party withered down it turned out to just be me, my brothers, the gang, Evie, and Christine. Christine was lying with her head in my lap, Evie was practically asleep on my shoulder. Even though it may not seem like it at first glance; a tough looking girl in jeans, a slutty greaser girl, and a young girl dressed appropriately, all three of us got on real good. As close as the sisters we never had.

I was the only girl, Christine only had Two-bit and her mom, Evie was an only child. So when Steve brought her home, it was real nice day.

“Hey, Kat?” Christine asked from my lap.

“Hmm?” I asked almost asleep myself.

“What’s it like?” She asked.

I just looked at her, so did everyone else.

“Being burned I mean.” She said after a second, “What’s it like?”

“Christine.” Two-bit started almost passed out next to Soda.

I shook my head, “It’s kinda weird to explain.” I told her, “It’s like, hmm, w-when you scold your tongue on hot tea or hot chocolate or something. You know how it hurts, and then it’s sorta numb for a while?” She nodded, “It’s sorta like that, but a lot hotter. And instead of feeling numb, your skin, you can feel it like bubble. Pain shoots through you, it’s almost disorienting. Then air gets to it, and it hurts a little. It’s weird like that.”

“It sounds gross.” Evie said.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Hey Eves, before you go to sleep can you get off my shoulder? It’s about to go numb.” I told her.

She winned but sat up properly.

“You have a boyfriend, go lean on him.” I told her stretching.

She rolled her eyes and I chuckled a little.

“So, how long before you’ll be on your own two feet?” Dally asked.

“Doc said it could be two months at least.” I told him, “I’m aiming around the one and a half month area.”

“Kat.” Junior said from across the room.

I gave him a look that clearly stated ‘what?’. And he gave me a look that said, ‘you know exactly what’. I just gave him a confused look that mostly said, ‘you don’t think I can do it?'(the good thing about having a pair is that you can make faces at them that everyone else would think to be weird and you two would understand it perfectly. So if we don’t feel like talking about something in front of my other brothers or the guys with out using another language, we use faces(I didn’t tell you yet, did I? My parents are from a bunch of different ethnicity, so they had us learn their languages. My ma said they would come in handy some day. We know English, French, Spanish, and Japanese. My mama wanted us to learn Japanese from her distant blood lines).). He just shook his head.

“You need to let you body heal itself, honey.” He told me, “Your not invincible. You may think it because of what you’ve gone through. But you need to rest, Kat. You can’t just keep  going on like this.”

I shrugged. I knew I wasn’t invincible. I knew I had to slow down eventually. I knew there will be something out there that I try, and it could very well kill me. I knew one day I was going to die, probably of my recklessness. But I also knew I was too stubborn to admit it.

“So tomorrow back to school?” Maddog asked.

I shrugged, “I guess.”

“Finish your homework?” Darry asked me. The guys that still went to school dropped off my homework everyday.

“Haven’t even touched it.” I said like it was nothing.

I leaned back on the couch more, took a deep breath, and smiled smugly as my brothers and Darry chewed me out about it. I didn’t care.

Is She Really What They Say? (a Taps story)


(Note, if you have not seen the movie Taps from 1981 staring Tom Cruise you will not understand this story. If you do know what I’m talking about, enjoy)

I stared at her from across the class room. She was the only girl in the entire school. Her rich daddy pulled a few strings so she could come here and become a solder. I was curious about her. But she was always hanging out with that Dwyer. I couldn’t stand him and he felt the same way. Worst part was we were roomies along with Brian Moreland and Edward West. 

What I wouldn’t give to know a little more about that girl other then her name. It was beautiful too. Christina Waywater. She had beautiful dark brown hair, green eyes, she was sorta small too, but from what I heard she’s brilliant. I think she pushes herself more than anyone else in this school. I know the teachers cut her a couple of points because they don’t her.

Class and school was finally over. I headed straight to the library on campus because we had a test coming up and I didn’t want to flunk. My dad would not be happy in the least.

“Come on, Chirsa. Please.” I heard Dwyer beg.

“No.” a quiet but firm voice said, “They’re your friends, Alex not mine.”

“Because you never took the time to make any friends. Please, I know you’ll like them.” He continued.

I came a little closer pretending to look for a book.

“How do you know that?” She demanded.

I glanced over and saw her pretty green eyes covered by thick, black rimmed glasses. So, she needed glasses to read then?

“Because I know you, Chrisa. I know the kind of people that you’ll feel comfortable enough with to play dungeons and dragons with. They’re all good guys. Well, except for Shawn, but he doesn’t have to play. All the guys really wanted to have this game with you.” He said.

“Lire.” She told him, “All the guys hate me. They want nothing more than for me to leave and go to some girly boarding school and learn how to be a lady. Alex, they chew me out and push me around. I don’t want to play.”

“Come on, Christina.” He was begging, “I’m trying to give you a chance to change that fact and get a couple more friends. I talked my room mates and their other friends into letting you come over to our room to play. Now can you please do your best friend a favor and say yes?”

She sighed, “Fine.” She told him, “But when I get board, feel uncomfortable, or just plain don’t want to be there anymore I’m leaving.”

“I’m just asking you stay for about twenty minutes at least.” Dwyer told her, “Do whatever you want after that.”

She nodded.

“I’ll see ya’ later then.” He said and left.

She went back to studying, and then left just before four. I was told the game would be at five. So I stayed a while.

“Hey, Dave.” Brian said coming down the corridor towards me.

“Hey, Brian.” I greeted.

“Did Alex tell you were going to have a guest for D and D tonight?” He asked like it was a bad thing.

“No, who?” I asked playing dumb.

“Christina.” He said rolling his eyes.

“What she do to you?” I asked thinking that it was something pretty bad to make saint Brian roll his eyes at a name.

“Nothing directly.” He told me as we headed to out room, “She’s just so cold, never talks to anyone, and one time me and a couple other of us asked her to play basket ball with them. She didn’t even reply. She stood up, shook her head, and walked away with out saying anything.”

I whistled.

He nodded. We turned into our room. The guys were setting things up. The game, some snacks, and a few chairs. 

“Hey.” They called continuing with what they were doing.

“Hey.” We called back.

When we were fully set up there was a quiet knock at the door. Alex practicly jumped up and ran over to answer it. Dork, I thought. He was sitting furthest away from the door.

“Hey,” He said like he was talking to an injured animal, “Glad you could come.”

He moved aside and let, Christina in. She didn’t have on her over coat, non of us did. Her hair was in a pony-tail instead of the usual bun. 

“I brought chips.” She almost whispered.

“What flavor?” Shovel asked.

“Dill pickle.” She replied.

“Welcome to the game.” West said motioning for her to take a seat.

We started the game and it turns out, Christina was winning. She was really good at it. by the end of it she won, non of were happy about that. But we all got along pretty well through it. I learned a bit about her too, she didn’t really tell very much about herself.

“You really surprised me here, Waywater.” Hulk told her.

She shrugged. 

“Why do you always do that when some one talks to you?” West asked annoyed.

She looked around very cool like. It was almost like she was sizing each of us up.

Her voice came out calm and strong, “I took a big risk with, Alex.” She began, “If I get to close to some one, especially more than one, I don’t want to be responsible for when they get hurt and it’s my fault. I don’t want that to happen.”

All of us just sorta looked at her like she was out of her mind.

“What do you mean?” I asked after a minute.

She sorta smiled sadly and grimly, “Even if I told you everything, you wouldn’t believe a word that comes out of my mouth.”

We kept staring at her like she was insane. Then again, she did have to go to counselor regularly. According to the higher up cadets, she’s mentally ill. She just never shows it.

She stood up like nothing ever happened.

“Thank you for inviting me over for the game.” She said sounding almost sweet, “I had fun. Maybe we could get together and do it again sometime. Now if you wouldn’t mind excusing me.”

She left quietly. As she shut the door something dawned on me. I’ve only really talked to this girl a handful of times, most of it was to ask her to pass the salt or something. One game of D and D, a few snacks, and a little small talk during the game: I’m in love with her.

Now, what the hell am I supposed to do?

It was a few days after the D and D game. Saturday to be exact. We were a loud off campus every weekend so long as we represented our school with respect. Alex was going to hang out with Christina, he said we could join if we wanted. Christina wouldn’t mind.

Naturally I wanted to go. But not if it were just me, Alex, and Christina. For a few reasons. 1:It would show that even though I hate Alex, I want to get close to his friend. 2: It shows I have nothing better to do.

Thankfully Brian and West wanted to spend a little more time with Christina too. 

But, on the morning of the day we were going to go out a really big and expensive car pulled into the school. We were all curious so we went to see. The man that came out was fat and well dressed. He had a woman with him who was dressed completely in appropriately. She was showing off everything. And I think she was only about half his age.

He went to General Bache’s office. When he came back, the General was with them leading them to one of the cadet’s rooms. I figured it was one of the other’s parents. He stopped at Christina’s door and knocked. He was a gentle man after all, he respected a woman’s privacy.

She opened the door and let them in. I didn’t know what was going on so I just waited. The general, the man, and the slut all came out of the room and down the stairs.

All of us went back to our rooms as an order form the general. Something slipped under our door as we were playing cards and a soft knock. Alex got to it.

He read it, crumpled it up, threw it across the room, and started punching his pillow.

I looked at the note.

Dear Alex,

I’m sorry, but I can’t come today. My ‘father’ is here to take me out for and ‘daddy-daughter day’, as he calls them. I’m really sorry. I was looking forward to spending time with you guys as a group again. It was so much fun the first time. I should have trusted you earlier about them. But I don’t think your right about Shawn. I’ll try and make it up to you some other time I promise. I really am so sorry. Please tell the others I can’t come today.

BFF Chrisa.

“Okay.” I said to the room as they were staring at Alex, “She’s with her dad, so what? We’ll hang out tomorrow or something.”

“You just don’t get it do you?!” He snapped grabbing my collar and slamming me against the wall.

“Her dad hates her! That wasn’t ever her mom with him! Do you have any idea what’s going to happen now that she’s out there with him!?” He hissed.

“Father daughter day, you idiot!” I told him pushing him away, “Can’t you read?”

He did the air quotations and said, ” A ‘father daughter day’ that’s what he calls it.” He put his arms down, “You realize that’s not what’s going to go on, right!?”

“Then tell me Dwyer, what is going to happen, and how the hell do you know?” I hissed.

“Christina is my best friend. We’ve known each other since we were six. She trusts me with everything, she even said. I return the favor with her as well. I know this for a fact. Christina is going to go out with her father, and he’s going to smack her around like a rag doll. When he drops her back off, she’ll have bruises, cracked ribs, and possibly a limp and a black eye. She’s her daughter, yet he’s practically killing her. Why do you even care?”

“Well excuse me for thinking she’s worth while to have as a friend. And is there anything we can do about it?” I asked mad at him.

“Nothing we can ever do!” He yelled starting to pace around the room, “Her father’s loaded and has a lot of power. We could say what ever we want about him, he’ll deny it and we’ll look like we’ve lost it! Christina isn’t mentally ill ya’ know. Her father says she is so when she says what he did to her, he can claim the truth is that she didn’t take her medication and fell. The only thing that shows any sign of being disturbed with her is her drawings. But there actually really cool. Her father can do whatever he want’s with her and no one can do anything about it. Her mom’s still fighting to keep her full time. I only new her because when her parents got the divorce her mom moved into the house next mine. Every summer she’d be there and every Christmas break because her father wouldn’t want her to come vacationing with them. Bastard makes me sick.”

“So we can’t do anything?” Brian chimed in reminding us they were here.

“No.” Dwyer said, “We can be here for her when she gets back and practically passes out.”

We all went out figuring that it would be the best way to kill time. Dwyer picked up some fresh razz berries. I don’t know why. I was still worried about Christina. We came back about twenty minutes before curfew. Being early is on time, being on time is late, and being late is never acceptable. 

It was an hour past curfew when the same car from earlier came back up. Dwyer rushed out of the room. Christina stumbled out and headed towards the door. 

When the rest of us got to the foray. Dwyer was helping her up the stairs. Her head was down, her hair cascaded down hiding her face. She was limping. And I was pretty sure I was a couple bruises.

He’d been right. She whined in pain and they stopped.

“It’s okay, I’m right here.” Dwyer cooed to her.

She took a breath and continued. We were all sorta trying to help her to her room. Thank God no one else was in the corridors.

We finally got her to her room and Dwyer sat her on the bed. 

“Let me see.” He said kneeling in front of her.

She turned her head.

“Come on honey, let me see.” He told her.

Did he just call her honey? Oh God help me.

She faced him. He moved the hair from her face gently. He was right again, the right side of her face was pretty much purple. From her temple to below her cheek bone anyway. 

“I swear to God I’m going to kill him one of these days.” Dwyer hissed and started checking other places.

“It’s okay, Alex. Really.” She told him when he was trying to clean a small cut on her fore arm, “It’s not that bad.”

“I don’t care.” He told her when he was finished.

“I’ll be fine. Why don’t you go get some sleep?” She told him, even though it was painfully obvious that she was about to crash. 

“Hey, honey.” Dwyer said softly to the hurt girl, “Guess what I got for you today. Razz berries honey. I thought they’d make you feel better.”

“Thanks Axey.” She said and smiled at him.

“Get some sleep. I’ll give them to you tomorrow.” He said.

She nodded. We left. All the night I couldn’t help but think about what was going on with that girl. Was she really only portrayed as crazy by an abusive father? Was she just scared about close to anyone with fear of her dad hurting them? Why did he pull all those strings just so she could come here then?And what did she mean when she said, ‘I think your wrong about Shawn’? I didn’t get to answer any of these, I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up early to take a shower before we had to go to church. When I went down there Christina was brushing her teeth.

“Sorry.” She mumbled after she spit.

“Your up early.” I commented, “Why?”

She shrugged, “I wanted to shower before any of the guys got up. I didn’t get to last night.”

“So how are you feeling?” I asked.

She shrugged, “I could be better. But, I’m fine.” She said forcing herself to smile.

I nodded not believing her. I wanted to ask her a lot more, but I couldn’t find the words. Instead I just watched her limp out of the bathroom, up the stairs, and down the corridor until I couldn’t see her anymore.