First off, I have two accounts in which I've already done an Outsiders fanfic, so you can go check that out on my other account Breemal10. The story is called Anna Mathews and I'm very proud of it.
And now onto this other story of mine...
Jilly Bean
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders
A/N: Set about a year after Johnny's death. Dally didn't die in my version. Sorry not sorry.
Chapter 1: Day in the Life
"Let's go!"
I groaned as I rolled over my bed. "Yeah!"
"Are you getting up?"
"Yeah!" I yelled with all the effort I had left.
"You're up?"
"Uh-huh."
It was silent for a second before- "Are you up?"
I shot up. "Oh, my god, Darry! Yes, I'm up!"
"Then start getting ready!"
"I am!" I sighed, stopped yelling, and rolled out of my bed. I rubbed my face before I took off my pyjamas and put on a pair of jeans, running my fingers through my hair, and went to go to the bathroom. I opened the door and saw my brother with a towel hung loosely around his waist.
"Hey, Jilly Bean."
I gave him a little shove and grabbed my toothbrush, wetting it under the running water and giving Soda side-eye. "Put some clothes on, Soda."
"I live here." Soda shrugged.
"So do I."
Soda looked like he was thinking. "I'm older."
I smirked. "I'm smarter."
Soda pushed me and I pushed him back. Soda pushed me harder, smiling goofily. "Don't you have school or somethin'?"
I nodded, putting my toothbrush back. "Have fun at work." I ran out of the bathroom to the living room, but ran back to the bathroom and poked my head inside. "Are you picking us up today?"
Soda shook his head. "Nope. Darry." He stopped, looking up at the ceiling. "Wait. Maybe it's me."
I just rolled my eyes playfully, fast-walking into the living room. I saw Darry in the kitchen, putting a sandwich together.
"Jill!" Darry yelled.
I walked into the kitchen. "I'm right here."
"Oh," Darry said, as I walked around him to get a drink from the fridge. He grabbed my shoulder and put the sandwich in my hand. "Here's your sandwich. Now, get."
I nodded, figuring I could just get a drink at school. "Got it, Dar." I walked back out of the kitchen and into the living room, where Pony was sat on the couch, reading a book.
I kicked his leg. "Let's go."
Pony followed me outside and we started on the pathway to school.
"We have a test in chem, right?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Did you study?"
I gave him a look. "Do I ever?"
I never studied. If I did, I skimmed. But I still got good grades. How? I had no idea.
"No." Pony shook his head, then hit my arm. "Two-bit wants to play a game of football after school. You down?"
"Always am," I said, and elbowed him. "Just be prepared to get your ass kicked."
Pony pushed me and I laughed, pushing him. He pushed, I pushed, we wrestled.
I tapped my pencil against the desk in boredom and I almost dozed off before I felt something hit my face.
"Wha -" I turned around to see Peter Liston raising his eyebrows and making kissing faces. I shook my head and leaned down to pick up the note. When I unraveled it, it just said: 'You + Me + Tonight?'
I shook my head and laughed quietly, turning around and giving Peter a thumbs up.
Peter was such an asshole, but he was a cute asshole. But I really liked the contrast between the two of us. People said we made a good pair and I thought it was because his extremely dark hair went well with my light brown hair, and his wonderfully dark eyes went well with my green ones.
Besides me just liking the way we looked together, I already had a thing with him, so I couldn't go back now.
"Ms. Curtis!"
My head snapped up as I hid the note under my thigh. "Yes, sir?"
"What did I just say?"
"Ms. Curtis," I answered quickly.
The class laughed, but Mr. Dawson wasn't impressed. "Very funny, Ms. Curtis. Maybe you'll have the correct answer in detention after school." Mr. Dawson turned around.
I raised my hand and waved it around. "Uh - Mr. Dawson?"
Mr. Dawson sighed and turned around. "Yes?"
"Do you really want to spend more time with me after school than absolutely necessary?"
Mr. Dawson gave me a hard look before mumbling a, "fine" and turning back to the board.
He was too easy.
I had finally got through the day and I was just about to go off to Soda's car before someone caught my arm.
"Jill."
I turned around. "What?"
Peter smiled. "Come with me now. That way I won't have to pick you up later."
I pointed my thumb toward Soda's truck. "I gotta tell Soda first." I turned away and I felt Peter smack my butt.
"Hurry up."
I ran to Soda's truck and stopped at his door. "I'm going with Peter."
Soda gave me his best serious look. "What time are you going to be home?"
I shrugged. "Later."
Soda sighed. "You know that Darry doesn't like Peter."
"It's not up to him," I pointed out.
"What do you want me to tell him?"
"Tell him...I'm with...Stacy," I tried, giving him a charming smile.
Pony gave me a look from the passenger seat. "What about football?"
I sighed. "I forgot about that."
"Whatever, Jilly Bean." Soda smiled, though he looked reluctant. "Go have fun."
"I love you," I drawled out, lightly smacking Soda's face and running off to Peter's car, getting into the passengers side. "Good to go."
"Peter," I sighed, trying to get his attention. "Peter."
"Yeah, yeah, just a minute, baby." Peter waved me off, returning to his conversation with one of his friends.
"Peter."
"Hold on, man," Peter said to his friend, then turned to me, looking annoyed. "What?"
"Are we going to see the movie or are we going screw around?"
We had been standing at the start of the concession line for a while and I was starting to get agitated.
Peter laughed, hitting my arm. "Go on."
I scoffed. "You're not paying?"
Peter shook his head and crossed his arms. "I didn't get my paycheque. I need you to spot me."
I resisted rolling my eyes. I spotted him every time we went to the movies. "I think I'll just go."
That got Peter's attention as he grabbed my arm. "Or..." He smirked and pushed me against the wall. "We can go back to my place."
I laughed and shook my head. "Pete -"
Peter kissed me before I could say anything.
I had to laugh. He thought he was going to get it from me. We had been close before, but not close enough.
I pushed him away. "I don't think so."
Peter put his hands in his pockets and backed away. "Go home, then."
I rolled my eyes. "Are you for real?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
I shook my head, pushing his shoulder roughly and walking away.
I hated making a scene, but that was the last straw for me.
I ended up just walking home.
I slammed the door closed.
"Jill?"
"Yeah," I confirmed, taking off my jacket.
"Aye, Jilly Bean," Two-bit greeted.
I smiled, tossing my jacket to Two-bit. Two-bit had a spasm as he flipped his body to the side, staying careful to not spill his beer, or drop his cake.
I laughed. "Sorry."
Two-bit gave me a look. "That wasn't very nice."
I heard Steve groan from his spot on the couch, trying to listen to the TV over Two-bit and I's conversation. "You mind?"
I took off one of my shoes and threw it at Steve. It hit Steve's face and when Steve stood up, looking threatening, I ran into the kitchen.
Darry, Pony, and Soda were sitting at the table, eating dinner.
Darry gave me a hard look. "Where were you?"
I walked over to him and picked a piece of garlic bread off of his plate. "I think you know."
"You know I don't like Peter."
I took a bite of the bread. "Why?"
"He's too old for you, Jill." I made a face behind Darry's back, and Pony and Soda laughed. Darry turned around, looking menacing. "What was that?"
"Nothing." I smirked.
"I don't want you hanging around him anymore."
Steve walked into the kitchen, smirking at me. "Hear that, Jill? Darry doesn't want you 'round him anymore."
I pushed Steve's shoulder. "Shut it." I turned back to Darry, biting my lip. "I wouldn't be too worried, Dar."
"You break it off with him?"
I shrugged, walking to the fridge to get a pop. "I don't think there was anything to break. We were casual." I looked up and saw Pony making a face of disgust, Soda looking at me condescendingly, and Darry glaring at me over his shoulder. "What?"
"Casual?" Darry asked, though he sounded like he didn't want to know the answer.
I started to walk out of the kitchen. "Yeah."
"Jill, get back in here."
"Not hungry," I yelled down the hallway. I started to walk to the bathroom, but someone slipped in front of me. "Steve!"
Steve pushed me out of the way. "I have to take a leak."
I grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back. "I was here first."
Steve pushed me lightly. "Out of my way, Jillian."
I pushed him back. "No, Steven."
Steve turned around and pushed me back, slipped inside the bathroom, and shut the door. "Ha!"
I banged on the door. "Steve!"
"Maybe next time, Jilly!"
I banged on the door once more before groaning and walking to my room. When I closed my door, I heard a loud boyish giggle in the living room. That was when I noticed that a lot of things in my room were flipped upside down.
I didn't know why Two-bit did stuff like that, but it was stupid. I suspected the help of Soda.
"Two-bit!"
Living with boys was not always easy.
The next day went by quickly and then came to an agonizingly slow pace when I sat down in the kitchen to do my homework. It didn't help that the boys were screaming in the living room.
"Hey, will you guys be quiet?" I yelled. As if the boys would listen to me. Soda, Steve, and Two-bit's shouts didn't quiet. "Hey!"
"What?" Soda yelled back to me.
"Shut it!"
"I can't hear you!"
I groaned as Steve walked into the kitchen, hitting my shoulder. "What's you problem, kid?"
"My problem is that I'm trying to study."
I heard Steve open the fridge behind me before I felt his heavy hand on the back of my chair. "What's got you so worried?"
I sighed. "I'm slippin'."
Steve hit my head. "Better get them grades up."
I reached back and smacked Steve. "Get out of here."
The phone rang at the perfect time, and Steve was the closest to it, so he picked it up.
"The Curtis residence." His brows furrowed. "Who?" Then he rolled his eyes and held the phone out to me. "It's your boyfriend."
I got up and took the phone from his, elbowing him in the process. "He's not my boyfriend." I put the phone up to my ear. "Hello?"
I didn't know how I got myself in those situations where my brain turned off.
Obviously, my brain had turned off when Peter apologized and asked me to come over to his house. I also must've blacked out when we started to make out. And it was still blacked out when Peter started to take off my shirt. Then, thankfully, I had awoken.
"Peter."
"What?" He breathed against my neck while pulling of my shirt.
"Stop." I tried to scoot away.
"Why?"
I pushed on his chest. "Why do you think?"
Peter tried to smile. "C'mon, baby. I -"
"No." I turned my face, so he couldn't kiss me.
Peter leaned back and sat on his couch, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. "What's been with you lately?"
"I don't know," I answered honestly. I dug my fingers between the couch cushions nervously at his question. My brows furrowed when I touched something that didn't feel like part of the couch. I pulled my hand out, still holding onto the fabric. When I pulled it out, deep red bounced up from the brown couch cushions. "What the hell is this?"
Peter looked at the underwear. "Panties?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "They're not mine. Whose are they?"
"I don't know."
I scoffed, stood and thew the underwear at Peter. "You're such an asshole."
Peter stood, brushing the underwear off. "C'mon, baby."
I grabbed my jacket and slipped it on. "I was looking for an excuse to cut you loose anyway."
"Cut me loose?" Peter scoffed, shifting on his feet. "You cut me loose? Try the other way around, baby. You're lucky to have a guy like me."
"Oh, yeah, sure." I reached for the doorknob, but Peter caught my arm and spun me around.
"You listenin' to me?"
I tried to pull my arm out of his grasp. "Let go, Peter."
"No."
I slapped him. It take take long for Peter to react by slapping me back. I held my cheek in surprise, but didn't waste time to punch Peter in the face.
No one laid a hand on me. I didn't have a ton of respect for myself, but I had enough to know that that shouldn't of just happened.
I turned quickly and ran outside, all the way home.
I slammed the door and ran past the kitchen.
"Jill!" Darry yelled at me as I ran past.
"Not hungry!"
"Jill!"
I went straight to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me. I leaned against the door and breathed heavily. I nearly jumped out of my skin when there was a loud knock on the other side of the door.
"Jill?"
I sighed. "What is it, Pony?"
"Can you -" He jiggled the doorknob. "Open the door?"
"No."
"Jill."
I turned around and opened the door, keeping my head down. I jumped on my bed and buried my face in it as soon as I heard Pony open the door. "What?"
"What's goin' on with you?"
I heard Pony sit on the bed. "Nothin'."
"I know when you're lying, Jill. I'm your brother, your twin. Plus, I'm older, so you have to tell me."
"Only by a couple minutes," I mumbled.
"What's wrong, Jill?"
"I said, nothin' was wrong."
"So you're gonna lie to me?"
I grew tired and more guilty when I could feel Pony's eyes burning into my back. I turned onto my stomach and looked at him. "No."
Pony sat up straight, staring at me with wide eyes. "What the hell happened?"
"Peter and I -"
"Peter," Pony growled.
"Pony -"
Pony stood. "I knew he was an asshole, but I never -"
"Pony."
"Thought that -"
"Pony, I'm fine, really." I smiled comfortingly. "I got a good hit in."
Pony crossed his arms, still looking mad. "Are you gonna tell Darry?"
I laughed, shaking my head. "No."
"Soda?"
I considered. "Probably not."
"You have to tell them."
I stood, walking over to my desk to my unfinished homework. "Why?"
"Because I can't beat him up by myself."
"I'll them, eventually, Pony. Until then, don't say anything."
"Jill -"
I turned around. "I can handle it, Pony. I'm not a kid, alright?"
"Yeah, but you're a -" Pony stopped, giving me a look as he held his mouth together tightly.
"A girl?" I narrowed my eyes. "I could kick his ass. You know I could."
There was a knock at the door. "What's goin' on in there?"
I slumped against my dresser. "Nothin', Dare."
"Then get out here and eat some supper."
"Be there in a second." I turned back to my dresser, opening up a compact of powder.
"Where'd you get the makeup?" Pony asked.
"Stacy gave it to me. Somethin' about looking like a girl."
Pony laughed. "Good luck with that."
I patted the makeup on my bruise, looking at Pony through the mirror. "What was that?"
Pony smirked. "Nothin'."
I tried not to smile. "That's what I thought."
"Jill, Pony!"
"We're coming!" Pony yelled for me.
I sighed as I looked into the mirror. It looked fine to me, but I turned to Pony for reassurance. "How do I look?"
Pony shrugged. "Like a girl?"
I nodded. "Alright."
