"How was Church? A holy experience?" Rolling my eyes as he chuckled at his own joke, I turn my attention out the open window, sticking my hand out and feeling the air slip past my parted fingers; my cigarette hanging lazily from my full lips. I could lie to him, of course, and tell him that everything had been normal, but you just couldn't lie to Two-Bit.
"Pastor's wife thought it'd be funny to remind me how I'm destined for Hell again." Slamming on the breaks at a red light, Two-Bit looks over at me, his eyebrow cocked.
"No shit. Well, why don't you tell her to go-" He continued on to string together many unmentionable things for Mrs. Schell to do, a wide grin on his face that only grew by the minute, and I tuned him out, focusing on my hand outside the window as the light turns green and Two-Bit speeds away. I know why Mrs. Schell treated me the way she did, I was a Greaser and she was from the nicer areas of town; therefore, I was a hood and a criminal. What she didn't realize was that she was so wrong; I even got angry at Two-Bit when he stole, which is constantly. She thought that because my father left us and my mother got sick that we were cursed, and therefore there must be something wrong with me. Sighing, I throw out the butt of my cigarette and shift in the car seat. I'm used to the way we're treated here on the North side of town, but it sure makes you feel sore every once in a while. Two-Bit screeches to a halt in front of the Curtis house, and we get out. I swing my hip into the car door and is slams shut; looking at the house I smile a sad smile. The Curtis brothers have been living in the house without their parents for some time now, but it hit us all hard; their parents were parents to us all before they died in an accident involving their car and a train. Shuddering as I remember the recovery after their deaths, I turn to follow Two-Bit into the house, where I can hear music being blasted from the radio.
Inside are the best group of people I know, all my family in one way or another. Car-loving Steve Randle is trying to open his beer only using his mouth while Two-Bit flops down behind him laughing. I get picked up from behind and spun around, a laugh of hapiness erupting from my mouth; as I am finally placed down I turn around to smile at the gorgeous Sodapop Curtis as he brushes his golden hair from his face. Darrel Curtis, the oldest Curtis brother, is in the kitchen talking lowly with Dallas Whinston; his muscles ripple from underneath his black teeshirt and I vaguely wonder at how he doesn't rip his shirt off every time he moves. Dallas' cold eyes bore down on him as he drinks his beer, but before I could get curious as to what they're talking about I hear a voice coming from the bathroom.
"How was Church today, Tori?" Shrugging my shoulders I make my way towards the bathroom and lean against the doorframe as I watch Ponyboy Curtis, the youngest brother, grease his hair back.
"It was alright." I lie, not wanting to go over what Mrs. Schell had said, because I knew Ponyboy would ask. He's one of the kids who really cares about everyone, which I appreciate. I'm two years older than his fourteen, so I tend to be protective of him, but as we walk out to the living room together I realize that our roles have started to switch, "Ponyboym have you grown?" Everyone stops what they're doing to look in our direction; I'm looking up slightly at Pony's face, which is weird. My black boots have a near three-inch heel on them, making me stand at five foot seven, as opposed to my five foot four. The house bursts into laughter and Ponyboy is red in the face as the boys all 'compliment' him on his height growth, which I'm nearly positive that they hadn't noticed at all before I had pointed it out to them. I turn around halfway and my eyes land on Johnny Cade, the last of the boys. His round, dark eyes stare at me through a veil of his black bangs, and I smile wide. Johnny grins himself and steps forward, shrugging one shoulder lazily.
"So you have fun at Church then, Victoria?" I giggle softly. Johnny is the only one of four people on this Earth that call me Victoria; Darrel Curtis, my mother, and the nice old man across the hall. My grin falters for a split second before I bring it back up, playing with my mid-back length auburn hair; the soft waves feel nice to the touch, and the ends curl cutely around my fingertips. Johnny reaches forward and takes the hair out of my hand and gently tucks it behind my ear for me, then turns and walks silently to Dally's side. Johnny and I had always been like that; we had always had those moments that, no matter how many people were around us, it was always only just that.
Us.
Well, here's chapter one! I sure hope that you like it, please tell me if Victoria seems too Mary-Sue. I'll be expanding on her character in chapters to come, but here'ss what I have right now. Please enjoy!~
Reviews are always welcome, especially criticism of any kind. I'd appreciate knowing how the characters are specifically, because I'm always worried that I make people out to be too OOC (Out Of Character).
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