|Where is the love?
Author: donkeyface PM
'"Dad don't!" I screamed but all I heard was gunfire and saw Dawn stumble to the ground just before she turned to look at me.' i may change the title and add a little romance.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 11 - Words: 12,919 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 12-19-12 - Published: 05-01-12 - id: 8076489
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I don't own the Outsiders! S.E Hinton does! Thanks to all the good reviews but I got one from an anonymous one saying my story was very similar to another one, I promise you all that this story has been my own idea since the beginning. I swear on my cat's life (and I love him to pieces) that I have not copied anyone else's idea in any way shape or form. Also the reason I haven't updated in a while is because I've had no inspiration for a while.
I wake up earlier than usual the next day which is strange for me since it's a school day. I rub my eyes and look at the clock, six thirty. Not too bad I guess. I yawn and stretch in bed thinking back to last night and grin when I remember. I met Dawn again last night, we spoke in her room which is at Buck Merrill's and I'd have to explain more of her to Johnny.
I get out of bed and look around for what I can wear. My eyes land on a black button up shirt and faded jeans. I pick them up along with underwear and make my way to the bathroom to get changed.
When I finish pulling my shirt on and doing up the buttons I tiptoe out the bathroom and downstairs because mum and dad are still in bed I think. I pull out the box of cereal, a bowl, a spoon and the milk to make breakfast and wonder what my day will be like. I had to do three things today: explain everything about Dawn to Johnny, talk to Dawn a bit more, and the last one I dread, I have to tell Dallas to stay away from my sister. He may like her I think but Dawn never really liked the idea of having a relationship from all the stories of heartbreak there are.
I think all this as I'm having breakfast when I spot a note in front of me; I pick it up and read it:
Your father and I have gone for our wedding anniversary, no doubt you forgot so I wrote you a note so you don't call the cops reporting us missing. Will be back in a week.
Hey she was right; I did forget it was their anniversary. Now they've gone who knows where and left a fifteen year old to look after the house. This should be interesting. I smile and put the note back on the table before getting up again and dumping my dish in the sink, then going back upstairs to brush my hair and teeth. After finishing that I grab my schoolbag and run back downstairs seeing that even if I'd woken up early I was still going to be late for school.
You know them dreams where you have a random person in it and you don't know why? Well hey guess what? I've had one of those, great. It was the blonde kid from last night. I pull my knees up to my chest, close my eyes and start repeating don't fall in love over and over again in my head. The reason I don't want to fall in love? It's because I'm afraid to fall in love.
The reason I'm afraid to love? It's because I'm afraid of being heartbroken. In the past two years I've been heartbroken time and time again. I don't want to be heartbroken again. That's why I refuse to get too close to anyone, to love them, because I'll end up crying over them all over again.
I've never really gotten over my first love. I can never forget those green eyes and that smile. I was more of a replacement person for him, he left me for some other girl who didn't even go out with him, I still loved him after we broke up, but he wouldn't go out with me again, I knew he wouldn't. My friends at the time thought I was being over-dramatic and annoying, but I can't help it, it's just me. The first heartbreak is always the worst, but it gets even worse when you try to distract yourself by falling in love with someone else and they break your heart as well. No one understood me, how I felt or what I felt.
Anyway, now that I've just spilled one of my secrets I don't want anyone to know; I open my eyes and get up wandering over to the wardrobe. Opening it I can see the little clothes I have, I pull out a pair of crop jeans and an orange tank top and get changed.
I think about meeting up with Passion, but she will be at school today, plus I don't know where she lives, and mum and dad wouldn't want me near her. Then again, since when did I listen to them? You may be wondering why I don't get along with my 'parents' yet Passion does, well like I said before. I'm the family disappointment; mainly I got involved in the wrong crowd at an early age and I've always been a pain in the ass for my parents. That's why they hate me I guess, I'm too wild and unruly for them to handle. While Passion will do almost anything you say, but she can get away with it, she has that innocent face that says 'it wasn't me' even at fifteen. I drove me mad sometimes at home.
I sigh and decide that I had to get outside to do something, but what? I've only been in town a few days, I haven't made any friends and the only person I know is Passion.
I walk downstairs and through the remains of the party last night. There's still a few people here, well passed out on the floor. Beer cans and a few broken glasses litter the floor along with the things people might have lost while dancing, fighting, trying to find something else or whatever. I carry on walking through the room and continue outside into the fresh morning air and bright sunlight.
While I'm walking I think up things to do, if I was fourteen like I was when I left then I would look for something to steal or someone to jump. But I'm not really as bad anymore; back then I would do that sort of thing just for fun, now I would only do it if I needed it. Steal for survival, not for the hell of it was what they said, and I agreed with them after a while, seeing as people were getting wise of me and knew that if I was walking down the street, it was time to go. I smile slightly at the thought of it. That was when I'd started to get tired of fending for myself, I was too young to do this, and I would turn out like the hoods that died at young ages because they got shot by the cops or murdered or something if I carried on. That was the nail on the head for me, I straightened myself out (or tried my best to) and tried to find Passion again, my non-thought-out plan was to get Passion and run away, find a new home and continue with our lives. Yeah, look how that turned out, I spent a year running around in circles trying to find out where they'd moved to, but they kept changing, always on the move. They hardly stayed in one place for more than a month. Boy was I tired and was always halfway to calling it quits and just trying to find my own way, then I kept on thinking of Passion all alone without her big sister and that's what kept me going.
I don't realise how far I've walked until I see the DX gas station up ahead, I stop and look around trying to figure out what to do next. Then my eye spots a familiar person, and I see... him.
Well sorry if the chapter was a little short but there you go! I will try to involve other people's POV's but hey I'm trying, review please!