Don't Call Me Doll


Disclaimer: I only own....Keyvn and anything else you don't recognize. The rest is SE Hinton's.
A/N.. I might work on my other stories, but this is a sort of break. Hope you like it.



My name is Kevyn Alina Miller and I am now sixteen years old. You might've figured out by now that I'm a girl. A girl whose parents decided to name her Kevyn. Why they did this, I I still don't know. My middle name, Alina, is definitely a girl's name. However, Kevyn sounds like a guy's name, except its spelled with a Y instead of an I. Kevyn also means beautiful in Irish. Beautiful, I am not. Maybe kinda cute, but that's the limit. I guess my parents didn't think so, or maybe they just liked the way it sounded. Alina is Celtic for fair, which is true. I am extremely pale. I'm sure when I'm sick my skin becomes transparent.
Now that I've discussed my odd first name with you, whoever you are, I guess I should introduce a little more about myself. You know my name and age. I'm about 5'6, 128 lbs, honey blonde hair that falls in waves down my back, dark green eyes, and some freckles. Damn freckles. All right, now that you know what I look like, its probably time for a personality description. This is just for us to get aquatinted. People tell me I'm nice, sweet, funny, cool, shy, but I have a temper like a geyser. It could go off at any minute. Sometimes I also get kinda depressed. Ok, sorry about all that, hope you don't think I'm conceited or anything.
On to my story now.

"Hey you there with the pants!" I yelled to a group of guys across the street. We had just moved here from South Carolina, and apparently there's not a lot to do in Tulsa Oklahoma. At least, nothing that I know about. There were six guys across the street that looked about my age.
"Might as well get their attention," I muttered to my myself as they all looked at me.
"Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, You see anyone else standing over there?" I called and shook my head. They came across the street, still holding on to that football that they were playing with.
" Which one?" asked a guy with movie star looks.
"Which one what?" I asked
" You said, Hey you there with the pants', we're all wearing pants, so which one of us did you mean?" he asked
I shrugged and took a sip of my coke.
"All of you, I guess,"
"All of us?"
That was from a guy with greasy brown hair, black eyes, tan skin, and who looked kinda like a puppy. A hood like puppy, but still a puppy.
"Yeah, I don't know you guys, and I'm starved for company so I decided just to call you all at once." I explained.
"Pretty interesting way of doing it," a boy with long reddish side burns said and grinned. I saw that he was wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt, even though he looked about eighteen.
"Well now doll, maybe we should introduce ourselves," a guy with white blonde hair said as he put his hand on my knee.
I shoved his hand away.
" Don't call me doll," I said in a low voice.
"Then what do we call you?" asked a guy with greasy hair in swirls.
"Kevyn Alina Miller, just call me Kevyn though,"
" I though that was a guys name," said a boy with dyed blonde hair.
"It is, but its one of those names that becomes a girls name if you switch out the I with a Y," I said.
" I thought it was Y with I, like Marti, Freddi, Bobbi," said the one with the Mickey Mouse shirt.
I shrugged.
"Yeah something like that. I just know how it is with my own name. What're yours?"
" Sodapop Curtis," said the movie star one
"Ponyboy Curtis, I'm his younger brother," the one with the dyed hair told me.
"Steve Randle,"
That was Swirly Greased Hair Boy.
" Johnny Cade," the puppy hood introduced himself.
" Two Bit Mathews," the Mickey one exclaimed, flailing his arms.
His flailing caused him to hit the guy that hit on me.
" Man, cut that shit out," He said angrily.
"Oh, Dallas Wintson," he added.
" Anymore of ya?" I asked
" We've got an older brother named Darry," Pony said
"He's a work now," Soda chimed in.
"I've got a little sister, Bridget, but she's only ten," Two Bit said.
"What about you?" asked Steve
"What about me?"
I raised my eyebrows questionably
" You an only child or what?"
"Or what,"
"Huh?"
"I've got a little brother, George, he's seven,"
" So no one to close to your age, no sisters or anything?" Two Bit asked and winked.
I rolled my eyes.
"Even if I did, do you really think I'd tell you?"
"Ooh," he cried and clutched his chest.
" How old are you doll?" Dally asked me.
" What did I say about calling me doll?" I complained.
He ignored me just like I thought he would.
I sighed, this was going to be an ongoing battle between us.
" I just turned sixteen last week,"
"Tuff enough," said Johnny softly.
Then we went through how old they were.
" You must've moved here from somewhere," Two Bit announced.
"Oh, and why is that, Oh Brilliant One?" I asked him sarcastically.
He didn't seem to notice my sarcasm.
" I've lived in this area for years, and this is the first time I've seen you. We've all lived here for years, so one of us would've seen ya," he clarified.
"Maybe we're just private people," I said nonchalantly
" Seriously," he said
" I am.....ok, we moved here from South Carolina."
"Why'd you move?" Dally asked and lit a cigarette.
He didn't seem very interested in my answer. For a minute, I thought that no one else had heard the question so I didn't say anything.
"Well?" asked Steve
"Oh...sorry. My dad's job moved him here," I said
"What about your mom?" asked Pony
"She jumped off the roof of her office building when I was eleven," I said quietly.
"I'm sorry," Pony told me.
" Don't be, it was her damned decision. It'd be different if she was sick or in an accident," I said bitterly.
"Like our parents," Pony said and looked at the ground.
" Are they.....?"
"Yup, freak accident on the train tracks," he said
" I'm....."
I didn't know if I should say sorry or not. Luckily he understood.
"Its ok," he said
" Kevyn, come in and help unpack," my dad called from inside.
" Guess I'd better go, see you all later," I said and stood.
They all told me bye.
" Bye doll," Dallas said when I was halfway in the doorway. I started to turn around to tell him not to call me that, but just sighed and went inside.

A/N. Ok, that's the first chapter. Please tell me what you thought.
Fyre