It was raining outside, and I'm sure it is because of what is about to happen tomorrow, everyone is upset. Even the universe, and that is the reason why there's a storm going outside, a cold and strong storm that makes the windows shake and the loud noise of thunder echoe in the air making my ears hurt. But I don't want to sleep. Because if I sleep tomorrow will happen faster, and I don't want that. I've been 'reading' a book for about an hour now, just as an excuse to stay in the livingroom and not in my room where I'd fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow, making tomorrow come faster.

And as I see them on the other couch holding each other, with a smile on his face that he only has when he's with her whispering something in her ear, and her eyes closed but her arms still around his waist not letting go and her head softly nodding to what he's saying,

I know I'm not the only one that desperately wants tomorrow to come slower.

Her feet ached tremendously, her toes being squeezed beyond comfort. Her head hurt, her feet hurt and she was tired. She wanted to go back home, get to her room and sleep a long and good nap in her brand new pajamas that her aunt bought her in Spain. They were soft as silk and made her feel real classy every time she wore them. But going back home wasn't an option at this point, she was about to knock on the door and once she got in she wouldn't be able to complain about what she was wearing. No matter how everything hurt, it was her duty as a woman to always look clean, fresh and pretty for a man. What she thought about it shouldn't bother others and she always must have a smile on her face. That's what she's been taught since she could remember and that's how it was for all girls.

The reason she was all dolled up and was wearing her best shoes was that Cherry Valence had asked her and a couple of friends to meet at her house, where their boyfriends would come and get them all to watch a movie and maybe eat dinner some place close as a group or maybe go to a party and dance for a while, who knew.

Going to the movies had to be done not too late, the movies being a place frequented by "greasers" and so young girls must always be in company of friends or boyfriends to be there without the trouble those young delinquents could cause.
She took a deep breathe trying to ignore her throbbing toes and prepared herself to the long night that awaited her, put a smile on her face, and proceeded to knock on the door.
She waited for around twenty seconds debating whether or not to knock again when she heard the knob twist and so the door opened revealing her young friend standing there.
"Hello Rosie" said Cherry Valence looking pretty as ever with her red hair shinning with the light from the outside that made her green eyes squint from the sudden change of light. Her dress being as fashionable as ever, and there was a pink ribbon around her head, making it a contrast between the red of her hair and the soft pink of the ribbon.
"Hello Cherry, may I come in?" Asked Rosie with sweetness on her voice, but wanting to get out of the sun as soon as she could as the rays hit on her arms and made her hurt more than she already did. She could also feel a headache coming.
"Oh sure thing, come on in." said Cherry with embarrassment in her voice, making the door open wide and signaled Rosie to come in. "We were waiting for you, the boys called and said they would come in half an hour."
Rosie nodded as Cherry closed the door behind her, and walked just a few steps until she stopped for her friend, waiting for her to tell her orders as to where to go further in the house.
"Oh." said Cherry noticing this and mentally cursing herself for being so dumb, after all, she wasn't a little girl anymore. "Tamara and Susie are in my room, come on." said she and walked towards the back of the house, with Rosie trailing behind her.

Her headache was getting worse as the minutes passed, and the smell of cigarettes only made her head throb stronger each time and she would swear she could hear her heartbeats in her ears.
The movie had been al right, Ritchie had thrown his arm around her and pulled her closer to him, making her head fall on his shoulders and she would have fallen asleep if her head didn't feel about to explode.
"..think Rose?" asked Susie, her blue eyes boring into her.
"I'm sorry, what have you said?" answered Rose, mentally kicking herself for letting her vanity get the best of her.

You must never think about yourself do you hear me young lady? her mother scolded her, grabbing her roughly from the arm It doesn't matter if it is about something you must do, something that hurts, or even about your hair looks, others always come ahead of you.

"About next Friday, we were thinking about starting a new study group." said Tamara, Tammy, this time, her face expressing concern at her friend "Is your head still hurting?"

Yes. "Not anymore, don't worry about me." said Rose with a smile, tucking a strand of dark brown hair behind he ear. "I'm just going to get myself another coke."

Ritchie stood up as her last sentence left her mouth. "Let me get that for you." He said and Rose instantly felt bad for having to turn down his gentle offer. After all Ritchie was a good boy, and he had the looks on him. With his deep blue eyes and long light eyelashes, not to forget his light brown hair that he combed to the right and looked soft that made a lot of girls in her class swoon every time he passed by.

You're lucky to have him look at you twice. Her mother told her as she ironed her dress, the day she shared the way Ritchie had asked her to go out with him. You inherited you father's mother's plain hair and you're a living piece of your father's sister

It wasn't until she was fifteen almost sixteen that she knew the reason that her mother always spoke of her father's family as HIS family and not theirs, or at least hers.

While when it came to her mother's family it was always their family. Same with the visits they would give to her mother's relatives and nothing more than a mention here and then about his father's relatives.
Turns out they weren't economically as good as they were, therefore her mother would always say to people that her husband was an orphan and didn't have any family alive. Her father didn't say anything for the sake of the family.

"Oh Ritchie, don't worry about it, I can get it myself." recited Rosie with her sweet natured voice tone. "Thank you anyway."
The three girls looked at her with frowns on her face, but it was Susie who spoke up. "Are you sure?" she said to what Rose nodded, her head throbbing.

"Don't be silly Susie, I will be right back." said Rose in a sweet manner and headed outside the restaurant where they have been eating hamburgers and milkshakes.

What else can you do, she thought to herself.

Once being outside she positioned herself against the wall and looked around her, trying to make sure that no one was in sight. Darkness surrounded her and made her uneasy, aware of how dangerous it was for a girl like her to be alone in the dark at this time of the day and in this side of town, but as always she shrugged it off.
From the little red purse she took out around four little pills, swallowing all at once without the need of a gulp of water. She was used to faking them this way, having a little box full of them in her night dresser beside her bed.
They weren't something bad, they were meant to take her headaches away, the doctor told her to take two at most if her headaches were something else, but she thought two more wouldn't hurt after all. If anything they would make the relief last longer, wouldn't they?
With the pills down she closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall, waiting for the effect of relief the pills brought once they kicked in. She waited around ten minutes until she started feeling the headache becoming less and less strong but still there.
Her thoughts trailed off to a certain character that made butterflies fly in her stomach every time she read his name on her books when the sound of her name broke her thoughts.
"Rosie?" a boy that she presumed to be Ritchie said "Rosie, is that you?" The figure approached her and in fact, Ritchie stood there, looking at her with a worried expression.
"Oh Richie, you shouldn't have bothered, really." Rosie said with a sad tone in her voice. If anything, it made her tremendously sad when someone cared for her. She wasn't used to it, and she was taught to pass as invisible and never bother anyone. So to see a boy, a boy like Ricky we must add, bothering for her, made her tremendously sad and upset.
"Rosie don't worry, really." said Richard walking closer to her. "Do you feel all right? Is something bothering you?"
She shook her head instantly but then thought about it. Her head and her stomach wouldn't stand the strong smell of tobacco that inside had and decided she might as well take the chance to go. "Richard, I don't mean to be a bother, but by any chance would you take me home? My car isn't here and my head hurts tremendously."
Richard had the 'yes' all ready to come out of his mouth as the words 'would you' left the mouth of the pretty girl standing in front of him.
Her grey eyes twinkling when she spoke, the way her long and dark eyelashes went down slowly every time she blinked, as well as the way her little and delicate lips moved as she made request made him crazy, and do whatever it would take to steal her heart.

Seeing how poorly the girl was feeling, Richard had politely asked her if she'd like it if before leaving her at home they made a stop at a store near by to get her something to eat or drink. Rosie politely refused, seeing how if they made as Richard say she'd get a reprimand from her mother at making the poor boy waste fuel over something about her. But simply used the excuse not to bother.
Richard had assured her that it wouldn't be a problem, and if fuel was what bothering her it, then they'd stop over at a near DX station so that way he could get some fuel and get her something.
It took long before Richard convinced her, but she made him promise that she'd be the one getting herself something, as well as paying for it.
"You know Rosie?" said Richard once both parts agreed on something. "You really are something else."

The little bell twinkled as she opened the door, making head turns in her direction. But thankfully, only two. But sadly, two boys that looked around her age or a year older. Or maybe two.
They were over at the cashier machine. One of them had really dark hair that was styled in some complicated curls, as well as a pair of blue eyes. And as he eyed her up and down she could see the scowl appearing on his face as he took in her appearance. She instantly asked herself if she had down anything wrong, maybe they were closed already? But that questioning ended abruptly as she noticed something in this boy's hair, something she had been told plenty of times but had never happened to her.

I tell you Rosie, if a boy has grease in his hair, it means they're trouble, and good for nothing, I tell you. repeated her friend with black hair and a pair of dark eyes that matched it, a serious look on her face as she told her so.
I doubt it Susie, just because of how they style their hair I should judge them? it sounds too silly had been her answer. She knew what her friend meant though, being from Tulsa, you had to be real blind if you didn't see how hard things were between social groups. But Rosie believed in to treat other with respect until they gave her a reason not to.
And the greasers she'd seen at school had been indifferent towards her, not in a hateful way, but more on 'Don't really care about you' kind of way, and she's been used to it so it was no harm.
Wait until you meet a grease good for nothing kind of boy and you will change you mind Rosie. Trust me.

And at that moment she understood what her friend meant. Not really, but could see why.
The boy's scowl became more evident as she felt him eye her jewelry that she had felt self conscious and wanted out from there as soon as possible.
But as she took in the appearance from the boy next to him she felt better. The boy had wheat colored hair, and from where she was standing she could see that his eyes were a soft chocolate brown.

Like the candy bars she used to eat when she was a little girl, sitting on her father's knee as they both stared to nothing really, but he told her stories about him when he was younger and he played in the dirt and ran until he was tired. Something she was punished for if she tried, so his stories of him doing that, and her imagination helped her to fill the hole she felt as she saw the other kids run around in her street or at school. When all she had for fun were the bubbles at the sink from when she did the dishes or her dolls when she was allowed to play.

But she didn't have a lot of time to eye this boy, because when she saw her a smile came on his face and soon he said something.
"G'night miss, can we help with something?" he asked and soon the smile came again to his face. But it wasn't a tired smile or a forced one. Not even a flirty one. It was more of the ones that seemed to belong to his face, that made it seem like the boy always smiled.
"My friend wants to fill up the tank... and I..." she started saying but then felt too stupid. She was wasting their time. They probably hated her for interrupting their conversation that they had seeing how the boy with a scowl on his face was sitting on the counter and the other one had his elbow on it with his head resting on his hand.
"Sure thing miss." The boy with light hair said and pushed the other off the counter, who answered with a sigh and headed outside where Richard was probably waiting. "Anything else?" he asked again with a smile on his face.
"Do you have a coke?" she asked walking closer, maybe some sugar would make her head hurt less. She actually wanted to ask for a pepsi, but Pepsis were cheaper than cokes so she must ask for a coke.
"Not really, I have pepsis though." he said looking behind him, where a small cooler stood. "And I have a brother that would bet all his money that pepsis taste better and even help with headaches" he added and laughed at the end.
She mentally agreed with that brother of his on the taste part, but if the second part was true then luck was on her side because her head started to throb again with the strong smell of gasoline around her.
"I'll have one then, please." She said and smiled. And as he turned back to take to beverage out she opened her purse to take some change to pay as well as some more pills. Just three more as her headache was starting again.
The boy turned over again to see her take the pills up to her mouth as he placed the drink on the counter.
"How much will that be?" asked Rosie smiling, boy was the boy's smile contagious.
"Is your head hurting?" asked the boy out of the blue. Normally Rosie would have shaken her head denying this, but right now hear head hurt so much that wasn't even functioned well so she nodded and let out a low 'yes'.
"Then it's on me." answered the boy, and honestly, even if the girl had said 'no' he would've paid for it.

This gal was just too pretty to not be a gentleman.

"Oh thank you..." continued Rosie, waiting for him to tell her his name, again doing something she normally wouldn't do.

"Sodapop, my name's Sodapop."