Holy crap it's been a long time since I've written….I AM SO SORRY. Alrighty, well just keep doing all the things you guys have been doin'! I actually got a request to have one of the gang members have feelings for Emily too… I totally love that! Now who should it be..?
Darry's POV:
I stared at the clock, watching the second hand tick on and on. When would she be here? I knew it had only been a few hours, but I couldn't wait to see her again. Tick, Tick, Tick. Jesus, I couldn't take it anymore. I had begun pacing the house, re-combing my hair about fifty times, just to make sure I looked alright. I reread the paper, and then I finally just decided to sit down…literally in the middle of our porch. I sat there for about twenty minutes, until I heard footsteps down the sidewalk.
"What are you doin'?" I heard Emily's voice say, and I grinned, shooting up from my position as she approached the house, coming through our front gate.
"Just waitin'. That's all." Emily walked up, smiling, and I felt my heart slightly pitter-patter. "How are ya?" I asked, touching her soft, slightly freckled cheek. It was warm with blush, which caused my tan cheeks to pinken as well.
"I'm just fine. And you?" She lightly bit her bottom lip, and I pulled her face into my hands, and then leaned in, touching our lips together. After, I held her face in my hands and looked at her. Her blue eyes looked back into mine, shining the way I remembered. I went to kiss her again, until a loud grumble came from my stomach. Emily burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her birth marked hand. I shook my head, laughing and hanging my head in shame. "Smooth." She chuckled, patting me on the back. I scrunched up my mouth, and she walked past me, grabbing the door handle. "Come on, I'll go make you something."
I followed her into the kitchen, watching her curved hips sway as she walked. And just like that, everything was almost like before. We made lunch, and went to sit out on the porch again, and started to talk. She asked me all about work, and what I had been up to. After a while, she got really quiet and just kind of stared at me. "What's wrong?" I whispered, tilting my head to look at her. Emily took my hand in hers, and played with my fingers.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, her eyes rimmed with tears. I placed my hand on her cheek, running my thumb over her skin. "I just…Darry. Darry, I'm sorry I did everything I did. All this time, I haven't stopped thinking about you. And when I did, I thought I was finally okay. I thought that you'd be okay, and I listened to Paul, because I honestly thought it would be better for us. I'm just so sorry." Tears had begun to roll down her cheeks, and I wiped them away, kissing her forehead.
"It's okay. I understand. I understand." I murmured, pulling her into me. I held her for awhile, looking down at her as she told me all about how she never really liked Sam. I guess she'd always think of me, and she felt terrible. "Why?" I asked, rubbing her arm. Her eyes widened as she spoke.
"Cause," She half-laughed, "I'm with…" She rolled her eyes and used quote marks "Sam, but the whole time I was just thinking about what you must be doing. Or…well.." Her face blushed.
"Hmm?" I murmured again, a grin playing on my lips. She smiled.
"Well let's say I missed those lips of yours just a little." She winked, and ran her finger over my lips. I smirked, taking her hand in mine and kissed the tip of each finger. It honestly hadn't felt like we had spent any time away from each other. It sounded stupid, and I couldn't tell Emily this, but I wanted to marry her. Right then and there. I had spent enough time away and I knew that there wasn't gonna be any other girl I'd want to have.
"Wanna head inside?" I asked, trying to push the thoughts out of my head. She had just gotten back, and I knew that marriage was really jumping the gun, especially since I couldn't afford it. But I didn't want to lose her again.
"Sure." So I scooped her up, and carried her through the front door. "Did you get even more muscular?" She laughed as I set her down on the couch. I flexed my arm muscles briefly, making her laugh grow louder as she shook her head at me. "I guess you did." She murmured, and I plopped down next to her on the couch.
That night, the gang decided to come by again, each one plowing through the door at a different time. The first ones to arrive were, as always, Ponyboy and Johnny. But after awhile, Dallas and Two Bit trickled in, bringing a twelve pack along. "Hey, hey Emily!" Two Bit roared, already sounding smashed. She ruffled his hair slightly as he sat down in the empty space next to her, bringing his face close to hers. "How's it goin' sweet cheeks?" He chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. Emily rolled her eyes, and looked at me.
"Hasn't changed much." She sighed, and I let a smile break through the jealousy I had. I really couldn't stand it when the guys hit on her. I knew that Two Bit was only kidding, but I just had gotten back with her, and here he was, flopping all over her.
"Lay off, Keith." I said, getting up to go into the kitchen. He looked up at me, one eyebrow cocked as he tilted his beer into his mouth again. I heard him mumble something under his breath, making my skin crawl with irritation. I let it slide though, figuring that it was just one of those nights where the drink had gotten to him.
The rest of the night was the same as it always had been, except for the fact that now all the boys were on her. I couldn't understand why I got so heated about it, I guess. I knew they were kidding around, but maybe I was just insecure about her feelings for me still. When they all left, I offered to walk her home, and by the time we had gotten to her house, it was itchin' me so much I couldn't help but ask.
"Hey Em?" I asked when we had reached her window. "Yes Dar?" She replied, leaning against the wall of her house. I chewed the inside of my lip, not knowing how to word it. After bumbling in my head for a moment, I finally blurted out "What'd you do with Sam?"Emily looked at me kinda funny like, and blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Why?" She asked, squinting her eyes a little at me. I let out a small chuckle, and wrapped my arms around her. "Cause I wanna know. That bad?" I watched her think for a second. "I guess it isn't bad, but I didn't do anything with him." Then she gave me a look that I knew meant to drop it, but I wanted to ask her more.
"Why'd he show up at the Dingo?" I wondered, placing my hands on both her hips. Emily shrugged, again trying to give the subject a rest. "Have ya talked to him? He don't like me very much now does he." She sighed, rubbing her hand on my shoulder.
"Darry, I don't think he's gonna let this go. Sam isn't a person to screw over, and I didn't mean it, but who really can believe that? Nobody. He's madder than a hen, and I'm not scared, just-just worried that's all. You got a lot on your plate now, and you don't need to be hassled by some jack ass." I nodded, taking in what she had just said, and that was it. I kissed her goodnight, watched her climb through that window, all swift and quick like she'd done a million times, and walked back home. Even after I washed up, I just couldn't get it outta my head why this happened. Why'd she even have to meet this guy Sam? I never found another girl while she was away. Hurriedly I pushed these thoughts away because I knew she hadn't done this to spite me.
But Sam wasn't the only person I felt like I had to watch her with now. It had only been two days, and my protective side was in full gear. Especially around a group of boys I thought I never had to keep a close eye on.