Disclaimer: I don't own the outsiders, it belongs to S.E. Hinton.
Cousins can be evil, cant they?
"Please?" She asked Johnny for the… twelfth time.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Just look at it!" Johnny said, pointing to the mountinous rollarcoaster towering above them.
"But no one will go with me and I'm not tall enough to go without an adult!" She screamed. They were drawing WAY too much attention to themselves for Johnny's liking.
"Marisol, please calm down." Johnny said, thrying to calm his seven year old cousin down.
An evil smile spread across her face, and then she looked up at Johnny; he knew that look WAY too well, "Johnny, dear, if you don't take me on this ride, I'll tell Uncle Dally about the Barbie incident."
Johnny's ears turned red, "Th-That was your fault! I didn't have any say in that!"
"But he doesn't know that!"
"You have no proof!"
"I have a picture, Miss Cade."
Johnny finally gave in. His cousin was an evil mastermind. "Okay, fine."
Marisol jumped up and down with glee. "C'mon, Johnny, the line's short right now!" She said, grabbing Johnny by the arm and pulling him into the line.
Twenty minutes later, they were being secured in the front cart. Of all places to be in on the biggest rollarcoaster in this amusement part, we have to be in the front car, Johnny thought.
"Keep you hands and feet inside your car throughout the ride, no eating or drinking, people with medical problems should not be on this ride, we are not liable for death, injury, paralyzation, etc., enjoy the ride." The man operating the ride said.
"Death?" Some of the riders questioned. They heard a faint beep, then another, and suddenly the carts all took off. Marisol was having the time of her life, screaming so not to get air-locked. She had her hands in the air, managing sputtering laughs here and there, while Johnn got air-locked.
A painful ten minutes later, they got off. Johnny made Marisol swear NEVER to tell Dally about the "incident" and she swore across her heart (with her fingers crossed).
The next day, Johnny was walking to the lot and saw Marisol talking to Dally. She showed him a picture and he started laughing. "Hey, Dal, whats so funny?" Johnny asked. Dally took the picture from Marisol and showed it to Johnny. It was a picture of Johnny, handcuffed with a gag in his mouth, wearing a pink dress and poorly done make-up. Johnny's eyes widend.
"MARISOL, YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Johnny yelled, louder than anyone has ever heard. He lunged at her and Dally had to drag him away, kicking and screaming. That was the last time cousin Marisol came to visit.
Moral: Little kids are brats.