April 2nd, 1994. 5:03 P.M.

The house was real quiet this afternoon, besides the sound of rain tripling down from the roof tops and hitting the shudders below. The weather did a total flip from last week. It was airy and damp, the sky spread out in one shade of grey, perfectly portraying my emotions at this time.

It's been an insanely long week since the kiss took place at the beach. I was expecting to hear from Steve sooner than later, he'd been around all week long but instead he avoids me at all cost. I knew it was too good to be true, he didn't care anymore and we both made a huge mistake.

I stirred my tea with a spoon and rested my chin on the palm of my hand at the kitchen table. I wished things hadn't gone this way, I was expecting him to at least confront me about it and move on. But I just couldn't shake the memory from my brain.

Thankfully I was distracted by the sound of the screen door opening behind me. I didn't check to see who it was, instead a pair of hands cover my eyes. I lean back with a smile spread across my mouth, "Guess who?" Dally says. I grabbed his hands, not answering his question, "You're actually inside!" I said. He never comes into the house. 

"Yeah."  He shrugs his shoulders uneasy, moving over at a swaggered pace. I could tell he was weary of being inside. My mother didn't like him and believed he causes me to get into trouble. "Anyone home?" he leans sideways to gaze down the hall for any sign of people. 

"Nope." I shake my head. "My mother is at work. She shouldn't be home for an hour or so." I inform him, while taking a sip of the tea. He charts back to where I am sitting and fearlessly grabs my cup of tea and throws some back. I was used to sharing with him. 

"Listen." I swing my legs around to face him, "What if I told you something happened while Steve and I were left alone on the beach?"  I said shyly, not exactly sure if I should even tell him. "Like what?"  he cocked an eyebrow. I stare down at my feet and twist my ankle on the ground, "Nothing too serious." 

"Well..." I trailed off, rubbing the back of my neck nervous. Dally was eager to know, trying to urge it out of me, "Well?"  I took a deep breath and started over again. "Well, firstly we started off talking and watching the sunset. I know it sounds so clique. One thing lead to another and we sort of..." 

I'm cut off by Dally's jerked movement as my mother wearily enters the kitchen. Her eyes are widened at the sight of him, "Well, seems to me that I'm interrupting something." she hummed like an animation. I knew she wasn't happy, but remained fake in front of him. Funnily enough he could see straight through her. 

"We were just done." I said, as Dally's eyes studied the backdoor, ready to make a desperate run for it. I let him go, "Thank you. I'll see you later, Dally." I smiled, he doesn't even move his vision from the ground, before waving and bolting out.  Dally sure wasn't scared of my mother, or of anything really. He just hated her like crazy. When he hates someone he has a hard time of controlling himself. 

My mother unhinged the tension in her body as he left. She slammed her purse onto the kitchen table before me. "I don't understand why you let that trash inside my lovely home."