What is with the Mary-Sues? I hate them... -.- Anyway, this is my little rant ;) Read it, review it. Should I continue? Should I hide my face in shame?
Steve glared through his lashes at this chick. What had Two-Bit said her name was? Esmeralda, or something equally ridiculous. She was obviously perfect, with her shimmering raven hair, sparkling blue eyes, and movie-star teeth. She must have been used to having all kinds of guys dig her, Steve didn't doubt. Tch! He thought, his eyebrow twitching, as she made yet another move on Ponyboy, who didn't seem to notice and kept on his polite smile. Every other male in the room, though, looked at her with puppy-dog eyes. Even Dally stuttered and stumbled over his words! It. Was. Gross. Steve wanted to puke. There was no way, even if Dally did dig Esmeralda,that he was going to stammer and blush like a schoolgirl over some broad.
Steve picked agitatedly at the fabric of the armchair. The gang, and this annoying bit- uh- chick, were hanging in the Curtis home. She was excitedly telling them the story of how she ended up in town. From what Steve had heard, it went something like this- Her boyfriend had cheated on her with her best friend, Jennifer, and then proceeded to ruin her reputation in school with horrid rumors. Esmeralda became so depressed and unpopular, she drowned her sorrow in double cheese-burgers from Dairy Queen several times a day. She became dreadfully obese, but after a sudden epiphany, she turned her life around. After that, and some serious work-out routines, Esmeralda regained her swim-suit-edition bod back and her perky attitude, despite all the chances being stacked against her. Not only this, but she was dealing with problems of neglect from her father, who was now a fat drunk living in Alabama with his blonde model girlfriend, Sheila. Her mother, however, was an absolutely wonderful woman who loved to bake the neighborhood children chocolate chip cookies.
God, shoot me now! Steve was practically dying in the chair. Who tells a gang of greasers such personal information when they've just met? Actually, Steve could think of a few types of women who would resort to such methods. The gang was totally going for this chick's sap story, though. Their eyes were ringed with tears as they empathized with Esmeralda's horrible circumstances. Ugh…
"Oh, don't feel sorry for me!" She told the boys, her eyes brilliantly bright. "I have a wonderful life, really, even though I've been through some horrible things!" The boys smiled as if that was one of the most inspirational statements they've ever heard.
"Yeah?" Steve suddenly questioned, causing the gang and Esmeralda turning to look at him with surprise, "Cuz' my life sucks." He said it so nonchalant, too. And with that, he took up Two-Bit's abandoned bottle of cheap beer and stomped out the door, down the porch steps, and into the warm twilight. He stopped a few houses down to take a swig of the alcohol and light himself a cigarette. The sky was dark, except for around the edges, where a faint trace of gold could be seen.
"Hey, Steve, wait up!" Steve half-turned to see Ponyboy's distinct figure jogging towards him. Pony stopped beside him, hands on his knees as he gasped for air. Steve waited for Pony to speak, taking a drag of his weed. The boy was wearing a pair of faded old blue jeans, worn sneakers, white t-shirt, and his jean jacket. His hair managed to fall a little over his eyes as he was bent over.
Pony looked up and smiled. "Can I walk with you?" After a second he added, "If you don't mind…"
Steve grinned. "So I ain't the only one who's tired of Tatiana's droning?" When Pony laughed, Steve's grin turned into a full-blown smile.
"Her name is Esmeralda, and yeah, she's a little... much."
Steve snorted swung his arm over Pony's shoulder. "Sure, kid. Let's take a walk."
When they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie