Switchblades and Cigarettes

Chapter Seventeen

Disclaimer- I do not own the Outsiders.

It was nearly midnight when Andy and I got back to Tulsa. We had just taken the car and blatantly ignored our parents objections. We were going home and we didn't care what they had to say about it.

"Where you goin'?" Andy questioned me as I walked away from our house.

"I just need to walk," I replied.

I walked around for quite some time, not really heading anywhere. I just needed to think. I really couldn't believe my parents were doing this. It was now that I was really understanding what Carrie had meant when she said that 'life is unfair' is an understatement.

Before I knew it, I was walking through the park. I was about to head back home when I heard someone strike a match. I turned just in time to see the small flame light up the face of a boy sitting on a bench. The face of Dallas Winston.

"Dally?" I called. He looked up.

"Marie?" he questioned. I went over and sat next to him. "I thought you weren't comin' back till tomorrow."

"Well if you want me to leave..." I joked.

"No, no," he said, quickly. "That's not what I meant."

"I know," I smiled. "I just couldn't stay there."

"Why'd you go back in the first place then?" he questioned. He seemed a bit hurt.

"Mom said that if we didn't she'd call child services and get Johnny taken away," I told him truthfully.

"Oh," he replied as that sank in. "Well...thanks. Johnny wouldn't survive gettin' taken away from here."

"I know," I said softly. I looked up at the sky and remembered doing this in Windrixeville. I was right, there were less stars here.

I didn't mind the fewer stars, though. I had found something better here in Tulsa. Just like I knew I would.

"It's gettin' late, Dal," I said. "I better get goin'."

"You sure?" he asked. I took his cigarette from his hands and took a drag. I didn't cough this time. He laughed. "You're gettin' better at that," he called as I walked away.

I hadn't been expecting it but, suddenly, he caught up with me. He grabbed me by the wrist and turned me around to face him.

"I thought I told you not to walk alone anymore," he whispered. We were so close that I could feel his breath on my face as he stared into my eyes.

Then, all of a sudden, his lips were touching mine. You always hear about how sparks are supposed to fly when you kiss that one perfect person, but no sparks flew here. No, this was a celebration worthy of the fourth of July.

Maybe it was love, and maybe it wasn't...but I was going to find out.

THE END

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