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-Jasmine

Ah, silence. It can be a beautful thing... Sshh... just listen to it. There it is... silence. It can be truly wonderful... sometimes. Right now?

Not one of those times.

All six greasers sat at the table, looking down at their food. None of them really wanted to eat anything yet they all know they really should. Though it was safe to say that the cold left over pepperoni pizza didn't look all to appitizing. The five girls were all leaning against counters and walls around the room. The gray-eyed redhead was leaning against the glass door to the deck. She couldn't stop looking at Pony. Honestly she couldn't believe he was there. Sure, she was surprised that the others were with them aswell but... Pony was there! If she reached out she could touch him! It just seemed so unreal.

The sun came in through the break in the red curtians. Meg marvled at as she watched the small bits of dust swirl around. They seemed to be dancing in the light. She couldn't help but let them hold her gaze. Meg liked the silence. It was a nice, peaceful thing to her. She would just so happy that Pony was there with her. She knew that the drama was coming but she could enjoy pretending that nothing happened for a while, couldn't she?

Across the room from Meg a blond haired girl leaned on the wall of the entrance to the study. She was further away from the boys than everyone else was. She didn't mind though, she was just taking everything in with her wide, crystal blue eyes. She was happy that Soda was there, she really was, but something was just.. off. She looked around at the others. Everyone seemed to be off in their own little worlds. She locked eyes with Soda. His coffee brown eyes seemed to light up when they did so. He gave her a small smile. Gigi's eyebrows furrowed together and she did her best to give a small smile back. Soda dropped his gaze and looked back at his cold piece of pizza.

Soda was wishing that he was closer to the others. He was alone at the head of the table. Pony was on his right in front of Meg. Next to Pony was Steve. Soda wished Steve would look up, it was just one of those times that he needed to just stare at someone and have them stare back. (Even though times like that make one look truly crazy, it gets the overall feeling of awkward out.) At the other head of the table directly across from him was Dallas. Dallas wouldn't look at him, so Soda didn't even bother; he didn't want to look at Dallas. He has cold eyes that made Soda scared, not that he would tell anyone that. Dallas just sat there, playing with the fringes of the light blue placemat before him. Soda was glad that the table wasn't set and Dallas didn't have easy access to a knife.

Next to Dallas was Darry. Darry really did look utterly confused. He was just sitting there, looking at his fingers. They were locked together. Darry kept rubbing his right thumb slowly over his left. Darry didn't even realize what he was doing. It was a habit that he had picked up while dating Sam. Whenever they held hands, (Which is more often that one might think.) he would rub her thumb. The motion felt lonely now and Darry wanted nothing more then to have Sam look at him.

Sam wasn't looking at Darry though. She wasn't looking at anyone. The honey haired collage grad (She had been moved up a grade in grade school and just finished college that year.) was suddenly finding her socks very interesting. (It's odd that Sam is wearing socks though. She almost NEVER wears socks in her house. Maybe it's just another sign that weird stuff is happening.) When they first showed up and she understood who they were she was thrilled, she had missed Darry a lot. Now she was just starting to feel guilty... guilty that she was going to have to break his heart.

Behind Sam, Adam was laying on the counter. Her back was propped up on the wall and her legs were spread out over the 5 feet of light blue plaster counter top. Adam was getting sick of the silence. Though she was thankful for one thing it brought her. She got to get a good look at the person she didn't recognize. He was sitting inbetween Darry and Soda. After a long while of trying to remember things that people had said and descriptions from the book Adam decided this newcommer was Johnny Cade.

After about 10 minutes of the silence, Adam finally decided she couldn't take it. She cleared her throat and everyone looked at her, waiting to see what sarcastic thing she might say this time. Though no sarcastic remark came out. She only frowned at Sam.
"I have to go." She said, getting up from the seat she had made on the counter.

"Why?" Sam asked, turning to face the black haired girl who had never been quite as tall as her.

"I promised Dad that I would do at least three hours of kick boxing training. I need a punching bag." She told her. Adam stopped momentarily when she noticed truly how dead the room was.

"Unless Stevie here wants to volenteer to be that, I need to get home to the punching room." She joked, hoping that it might losen the tension.

It didn't.

"Okay." Sam told her, "I'll see you later then. I'll call you, we might need help if sleeping arrangment don't go too well..." Sam trailed off the sentence getting more and more awkward with every word. Adam nodded.

"I think Dale might have a place that's big enough. Her Ma and Dad are living in their summer home full time now so she's all alone." Sam nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind." She said. Another blanket of awkward fell over them again.

"Bye." Adam said one last time. She gave Sam a quick hug, waving a hand at the others.

"Either of you need a ride?" She asked the two. Gigi furrowed her eyebrows together again. (She seems to be doing that a lot lately.)

"In that small car you have? You won't even be able to get your bag in." She told her friend. Adam smiled. It was the first real smile the room had seen from any of the girls. Adam's sad tone turned to a bragging one.

"I finally finished fixing up that old '64 Ford F-100." Adam told her. Gigi smiled, glad her friend had finally gotten over her fear of the car.
"Cool, but I think Meg and I are going back together." Meg nodded in agreement to what Gigi said and Adam sighed.

"Okay then, later guys." She told the room. (She seemed to be finally leaving this time.) She was halfway down the hall when a voice stopped her. (Oh, so close.)

"I used to have a '64 Ford F-100." Steve spoke up quetly. He remembered seeing it's mangled body after Adam had been finished with it. Adam spun around and locked eyes with Steve for the second time that day. She smirked.

"Yea, I know." She told him in a deathy quiet voice. Steve looked down. Adam figured he was done talking to her so she continued to the door.
"Adam!" Steve called out again and tried to followed after her. (Though, he tripped over Dallas' chair and the stool next to Sam so it took him a bit longer then he thought it might.) By the time he finally got to Adam she was already halfway to the car.

"What, Steve?" Adam spat, fixing him with a green glare. He just looked behind her at the car.

"Wow, my car looked just like that." He muttered. Adam gave him a sad smile.

"That's because it IS your car." She told him.