Kodak Moments
I do not own anything that has to do with Kodak, The Outsiders, or Supernatural… I wish I did though…
I was kind of thinking about Mary and John's relationship and I wondered, how did they come to be? Also, a side note. I consider John to be 52 in the series. He can't be much older or any less because that makes him about twenty-six when Dean was born (depending on the birthdays).
Kodak Moments – Chapter One : Meeting
June 5, 1975
John and Bobby walked toward the local ice cream polar. They thought they were looking pretty snazzy in their brand new, smoking hot jeans and untucked plaid shirts. Twenty-two was a great age to be. Everything was going for you. So far. John was finishing college for construction; doing very well he might add. He was living at his own apartment. Had a job at the local hospital as a secretary. And he had his own car, a navy blue 1967 Chevy Impala.
The pair entered the store and grabbed a booth closest to the door. As they waited for the waitress, their conversation continued.
"So," Bobby asked, "When are we going to Texas? Only a three hour ride!"
"Come on, dude. We were there last weekend. Plus, I'd like to stay in Lawrence for another year or two. Then I'm out of this hole in America."
"Fine. Want a cancer-stick, Johnny," Bobby asked as he lit a cigarette.
"You act way too punk," John said as he shook his head.
"Those things will kill you one day," the blonde waitress said as she came up to the table.
John looked at the waitress. She was beautiful. Just the right height, with perfect weight to match. Her hair was an exceptional blonde with waves running through. It fell to about the end of her shoulder blades. Her eyes were the prettiest color of blue he had ever seen. All and all, he wanted to ask this girl out.
"Nope. I'm indestructible," Bobby replied, "But that's none of your worry, huh, Blondie?"
"Bobby," John half threatened, half warned.
"Nope, that's alright," the waitress answered, "I get pigs in here that act like him all the time."
"Sorry, about my friend. He's a little," John apologized, but was cut short.
"Immature? Sexiest?"
"Yeah," John said as he hung his head. He would never get a date with this girl.
A minute or two later, John had given the waitress – whom was named Mary – their orders. A few minutes after that, she was back with several things in hand.
"Vanilla ice cream with caramel and nuts," Mary recited as she placed an ice cream bowel filled to the brim with some soft serve and in front of Bobby, "Minus the nuts. After all, you apparently have more then your share of them."
Mary smirked, as John stifled a laugh. Bobby, on the other hand, clenched his jaw and decided it smart to keep quiet for a little while.
"And for you," Mary continued as she placed a plate of ice cream scoops in front of John, "A scoop of strawberry, vanilla, and banana. And something special."
Mary placed a piece of white folded paper in front of John, flashed him a smile, and walked gracefully to another table of kids who had just been seated. John – not knowing what else to do – grabbed the paper, unfolded it twice, and read it almost sixteen times before letting it sink in. She had given him her number.
That night he called her and set up a date for the next day. Such a simple thing sprung such a complex lifestyle. But neither the late Mary nor the hunter John would have changed a detail about that day.
There's an inside joke about the book, The Outsiders. If you have ever read it, you'll know what I mean. :)