Fire and Ice | By : DrusillaDeWynter Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 3927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Yes, I realize that I’m late with updating again. I am sorry for that, but this is my Halloween, or Samhain to some of you, present to my readers. I’m hoping that this chapter is better than the last. Also, I have noticed that some of my editing has been lost when transferring the documents to so please forgive any spelling and/or grammatical errors. Enjoy and, as always, read and review.
Chapter Twelve- Not Quite A Fairytale
Dallas and I walked out into the bright sunlight, the beautiful sound of birdsong singing sweetly in the air. The two of us walked slowly, steadily down the sidewalk, shoulders not quite touching, hands swinging close together.
We walked to the park, sitting down on a bench because I had become winded during the walk. I hated being like this, having to take care and not doing what I wanted to do. Knowing what awaits me after I get better makes me all the more determined to push myself to get better. I know it’s a bad idea because pushing yourself does nothing more than make a body worse off, but try telling that to both my pride and damn hormones, will ya? I’m getting more than a little tired of having to be careful, and I know Dal is, even if he does a good job of hiding it behind that poker face of his.
I eyed the warm body next to me, my eyes devouring every inch from the shoes up to the bright blonde hair. I always find the image that comes to mind when Dally is in the sun, his hair creating a soft nimbus around him, funny and ironic. As I’ve said before Dallas Winston would come more to fitting the two horns and a tail image than a halo, and I know it well enough. Even before I started to have feelings for the devil beside me, I knew exactly what I was dealing with; a devil with an angelic face.
Looking closely at the tow haired boy beside me, I wondered what the future held in store for the two of us. From the narrowing of those ice-blues I knew he was thinking about something equally as serious.
“You know, Pony, I was wondering about that look between you and Steve earlier.”
“It wasn’t anything to worry about, Dallas. If you had looked at Steve and Soda, I think you would have known. Soda has been wanting Steve for a while now, well he got his wish. I’m beginning to think Soda has some sort of fairy godmother or some such thing.”
“Your brother is the fairytale type, always dreaming and longing for better. Makes me wonder why he’d be wanting Steve Randle if that’s what he’s looking for.”
I looked at him, noting his narrowed eyes and pursed lips. It didn’t take a genius to know what he was thinking, what he was really saying in that sentence.
“If you think I’m looking for a fairytale, you’re wrong, Dal. I know you’re not fairytale material, hell, none of us are. What I want is reality, and I know that reality is often cold and harsh, but that’s what makes it real. A fairytale is for kids, for those who dream and nothing but; I was like that, once, but not anymore. I know that none of you could know that because I’ve never shown it. Now I’m showing you; my little dream world was shattered with my parents’ deaths. Reality is hard and takes work, lots of it, but it’s worth it; you’re worth it. I know Soda feels the same way about Steve.”
After that little soap-box moment, I was more than a little winded and just a bit annoyed. I know I didn’t show it, but I was hoping the others had figured out that I was no longer the dreaming boy I once had been. Soda knew it, but then Soda and I tell each other almost, notice the keyword there, everything. Almost implies stuff that I really don’t want to know, like what Steve looks like without clothes on. Oh great, now I’ve made myself sick with that image.
“Look, Dal, I’m not looking for long walks in the moonlight, sickly sweet endearments or a fairytale relationship. I didn’t come into this,” I gestured between us for emphasis, “blindly. I knew what I was getting into and I wanted it, the same as Soda knew and wanted what he’s getting into with Steve. What we have is real, and it’s messy and it can cause both of us to be hurt at times, but it’s what I want, more than anything.”
Now I was really winded and mentally exhausted. I could tell that Dallas was thinking everything that I had said over, turning it over in his mind, and finally, after what seemed like forever, he started to believe that I had meant what I said and knew that this was cold, hard, larger than life reality. A little bit of an oxymoron there, but what the hell.
I watched Dally for a few minutes, silence surrounding us in a thick haze. His eyes started to warm, slowly, like snow melting under the heat of the spring sun. His face softened from its’ usual harsh lines, a crooked grin forming.
Nothing more about the subject was said, but there was a peaceful air around us, an ease that took the rather harsh words to bring. We stayed like that, sitting close on the park bench in silence, for about a half hour before we made a move to leave.
Dallas and I got up, leaving the park behind as we traveled back down the sidewalk to my house. We walked slowly, enjoying being together and by ourselves for just this small amount of time. We walked up the sidewalk, finally reaching the house and we went in. The door slammed behind us, announcing our return to Johnny, who looked up at us and smirked, looking more like Dally than Johnny for a moment.
I smiled, more of a grimace, really, and plopped down on the couch. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and let the world drift away. I was faintly aware of Dally sitting beside me before I fell asleep.
OK, now I know that this may not seem much of a chapter, and even some of you may wonder why, exactly, I wrote something like this, but I’m hoping most of you figured it out. I wanted this to be more than just a fairytale love story, they get together, they kiss, they shag, the end. No, I wanted this to be realistic, like what was wrote earlier. A relationship isn’t all about warm tinglies, and I know most of you know this; love is painful, hard and messy and you have to really want it for it to work out. I hope I got that to come through in this chapter. I’ll write more later and I’ll write it better, but this chapter was more a means to show you what I wanted their relationship to be. I know you may be disappointed that it will, still yet, be longer to get to the good stuff, but hey, the anticipation makes it sweeter. Please read and review. Happy Halloween, everyone!
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