Steve took me to a drive in. The movie had started a while ago and my head was on his shoulder and his arm around me.
He turned to me, "I'm glad you agreed to come here tonight."
I smiled back at him, "I am, too."
He leaned in as I closed my eyes. His lips were a hair's length from mine when we heard pounding on the window and jumped back. The pounding had scared me and my breath was quick along with my heartbeat.
"Hey, man. Who's ya little lady, Steve?" The man outside the window asked.
Steve leaned back so he could see me, "This is Veronica. Veronica, this is Dally. He's a pal of mine."
Dally looked familiar and then I connected the dots. Dally was short for Dallas. It was harder to see who he was in the dark but he must have recognized me.
"You're friends with that waitress from the diner."
I looked at him confused, "I work at the diner and so do two of my friends. Which one you talking about?"
He thought, "She's a blonde. Fair skinned."
I rolled my eyes, "They're both blonde and pale."
He gestured with his hand, "She's got a kid."
It clicked, "Heather."
He leaned against the car, "So who knocked her up?"
Is he kidding?
"No one."
He scoffed, "I know how it works, just wondering who the dad is."
"You're mistaken mister. The kid is Heather's sister."
He pulled his eyebrows together, "What's with the age difference then? And why's she taking care of her?"
I rolled my eyes, "Classic greaser story. Dead beat dad who's up and gone. Brought home the kid and split."
He nodded, "I gotta take care of something."
Then he walked away and Steve sighed, "Sorry about him. Now, where were we?"
He leaned back in but this time no one stopped us.
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We're Outsiders Too {Complete}
ФанфикIn the small town of Tulsa, Oklahoma, everyone is divided; you're either a greaser or a socs. If you're a greaser, you're only seen as lower class and a troublemaker. If you're a socs, you're seen as rich and spoiled. Bailey, Heather, and Veronica...
