"GET OFF!"
Kat squirmed out from under the dog pile that Dally had started in the Curtis' living room. She'd been lying on her stomach, watching Mickey on the T.V. with Two-Bit, when Dally and Steve ran in and sat on top of her. Sodapop, Ponyboy, Johnny, and even Darry had joined in. She was strong, but couldn't take all that weight at once. She was lucky to have gotten out from under there with her bones still intact. But, when she escaped, like a bad jynx, the pile fell on top of her.
"Damn all of you," she mumbled. Everyone laughed, and Kat couldn't help but to join them. It was always happy and warm when Kit-Kat was in the room. She was a special little broad, and all the greasers loved her; 'course, she was a greaser herself.
Once all the boys were off of her, the young girl pounced on Dally's back and started 'beating' his head in(which means she playfully punches each side of her head). Dally laughed, and pretended her was about to throw her off. Two-Bit and Soda whooped, while Pony and Johnny just laughed. When Kat started to fall forward, she screamed and let go of Dallas. He yelled, swung her around, and caught her bridal style all in one movement.
"Well, someone ring the bells!" Steve hollered.
Dally chuckled, and leaned in like he was about to kiss the girl in his arms. Kat arched her back so that her body was flat, then rolled out of the greaser's arms, landing stomach first on the floor. She gasped and held her rib cage, and rolled over on her back. She looked up to see a sarcastically sad Dallas Winston.
"Don't be like that, babe," he said, the fake sadness overflowing in his voice. "I love you so much."
"Oh, Dallas..." Kat replied, pretending to tear up. Considering the whole situation, it was pretty damn funny.
"Knock it off, you two," Darry called from the kitchen. "I don't wanna hear all yer lovey-dovey crap."
"Huh?" Kat jumped to her feet. "Darry, you don't know nothin' about love."
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout?" Ponyboy stood up. "He's got me and Sodapop. He sure does know what love is, so you shut your trap."
"No, you shut YOUR trap," Kat snapped back, "That ain't the kind of love I'm talkin' about. I mean boy-girl love. Like Sodapop and Sandy."
"C'mon, guys," Soda chimed in, slightly blushing. "Ya'll quit fighting about somethin' so stupid."
Kat rubbed the back of her neck and mumbled an apology. Ponyboy flicked her forehead and did the same. Then they bear hugged, rejoining everyone on the couch. Dally, of course, came over an sat on top of Kat, crushing her into the furniture. She flailed her arms, smaking his side, trying to scream cusses at him. But since Dally had just sat on her lungs, she made a sound that resembled that of a dying pig.(Yes, I know what that sounds like... Don't look at me like that.)
"Hey, hey Dall," Johnny spoke up. "Yer crushin' her."
"She crushed my heart," Dally smirked. "That's what she gets."
Two-Bit and Steve chuckled, and Ponyboy tried to hide a smile. Johnny smiled slighty, but was still nervous. Kat somehow mangaged to giggle. Days like this were always the best. Even though she didn't have a home to go to, she adored being with her fellow greasers. She practically lived with the Curtis', except for the few night she slept with Johnny in the vacant lot. As tough as she was, Kat had a real soft spot for Johnny. She really hated that he was abused by his folks and tried to support him as much as humanly possible.
"Alright, Dally, you had your fun. Now, off." Two-Bit's voice was serious.
Dally shrugged and rose. Kat gasped loudly, filling her burning lungs with oxygen. Ponyboy laughed softly, and the others just smiled. Kat flipped off Dally, which only made him chuckle agian.
***
"I think Im'ma go hang with Johnny in the lot tonight," Kat told Darry when he asked where she was staying for the night. "I heaard from Sheperd's boy, Curly, that the Socs'll be throwing a beer blast later. Can't leave the poor kid alone.
"Alright," Darry said, "but if those bastards get too close, you get yer hide over here, got it?"
"Yeah, yeah," Kat grumbled. She felt for her blade in the back pocket of her jeans. She knew she'd never use it, but still...
Johnny got up from his place on the couch and stretched. He then walked over to Kat and Darry, whom were talking at the front door. Darry nodded goodbye to the both of them, while Sodapop yelled from the kitchen table about keeping it PG. Johnny's ears got red, but Kat just patted his head.
"Don't you listen to 'im, Johnnycake," she purred, "He's just jealous."
"Of what?" The young greaser was confused.
"That you and I are closer than him and Sandy."
Johnny smiled and gently punched her in the harm. Mirroring the smile, the girl threw her arm around her friend. And to her amazement, Johnny didn't blush or tense up or flinch. He just kept on smiling at her. Ponyboy banged on the window of the living room, and the two friends turned around. Pony was waving, and they just smied and waved back.
The sun hung low over the horizon as the two greasers walked around town. Johnny said he didn't want to go to the lot right away, so Kat offered to go get a coke down at the Dingo. Now, they were heading down to the old hang out, the girl's arm still around her guyfriend's shoulders. They were talking about seeing a movie when a red convertable pulled up up next to the sidewalk. It was a real tuff-looking car that shined in the setting sunlight.
Socs.
Johnny tense up and swallowed, and Kit-Kat dropped her arm from around his shoulders. 5 guys unloaded from the car and walked over to the two. They all snickered, staring down at the greasers in front of them.
"Hey, greasers," one of them spat. He seemed like the leader, a real tall boy with short, oak brown hair.
"Yer outta yer territory," Kat growled, stepping in front of Johnny. "What the hell do you want?"
"Aww, can't we stop by to say hello?" Kat couldn't see who said that.
"Y-ya'll better beat it," Johnny murmured.
Kat swallowed. Johnny could fight and all, but he wasn't the strongest out of the two of them. Not to mention they were outnumbered and Kat was still tired from Dally's rough-housing. She had her blade, but... But...
"And what if we don't, greaser?" The oak haired Soc took a step closer, his eyes full of threat and hatred. And those eyes were aimed at a terrified Johnny. "You gonna scream?"
Suddenly, something came over Kat. Before she could think, she had her blade at the Soc's stomach. Why there of all places, she didn't know. "If ya'll don't beat it outta here, you'll be the ones screaming."
The Soc took a step back, momentarily suprised. But then he smirked, and all those Socs started to pile back into the car. All but the tall one, who, before getting in, winked maliciously at Kat. Then, he got in, revved the engine, and drove away.
"Did you pull a blade on that Soc?" Johnny's voice was full of utter surprise. He watched the car until it disappeared.
"Y-yeah," Kat stammered, looking at the blade in her hand. There was some blood at it's tip. All Kat could think was: Shit. Her hands started trembling, so she put the blade away, back in her pocket. "C'mon, Johnny. I promised you a coke."