A/N: Hey peeps! This is my first fic I'm putting up here, so you should be
nice and review (. I hope it doesn't suck too badly.
I was walking home from school by myself contemplating what I was going to do that night. It was a Friday night, and unlike usual, I didn't have any plans. I was completely lost in my thoughts when a voice drew me back into reality.
"Heya Kim! What the hell are you up to?" I smiled when I realized I was passing by the Curtis' house. All the boys that hung around there were really cute.
I surveyed the young man who called out to me. "Holy shit! Dallas Winston! I thought you were sent up! When did you get out of the cooler?" Dally had a rap sheet longer than anyone I had ever known, and that was saying something considering the fact that I had the tendency to hang around with hoods. I then noticed the tow boys Dally was hanging with. "Hiya Johnny, Ponyboy." Those two were adorable, but were a little bit too young for me to go after.
The younger two nodded and Dallas answered my question. "Yeah, I got out on Tuesday. So what, or who," Dally said with a wink, "are you doing tonight?"
I shook my head and gave just a little giggle. Dally and I had a past of a couple (as oxymoronic as it may sound) one-night stands. "I don't know yet. Do you know of anything that is going on?"
"Nah," came the reply. "There's a party at Buck's place, but then again, there's always a party at Buck's. You should stop by."
"Maybe I will," I doubtfully said. I said goodbye to the boys and headed on my way home. I wasn't in the mood to go to Buck's. Last time I had drunk way too much and blacked out. "Besides," I thought to myself, "Dally sounded like he might want to hook up, and I'm just not into him."
I sighed. Not for the first time I began regretting sleeping with Dally. In fact, I regretted sleeping with almost all the guys I had slept with. I used to be pretty close to this really "nice". She wasn't a Soc, but she was middle class. Anyway, one time she asked me, "Why Kim? Why do you drink and sleep around? Why not save yourself for the right man?"
I had often contemplated the question, but I was never able to find an answer for it. All I knew was that it sort of seemed to fill a hole I felt inside of me. Plus all the girls I knew, besides the occasional nice middle class or even Soc girl, would make fun of me if I were too virginly. Some girls even kept long lists of the guys they've been with, but I wasn't trashy enough to keep a list.
As I drew nearer to the block that I lived on, I was once again drawn back to reality from my thoughts by a voice. "Hello! Earth to Kim!" I looked around to discover that I was passing by the Shepard's house, and Angela Shepard was calling out to me from her shabby porch.
"Hey girl" I replied. Angela and I were on decent terms. I was a couple years older than her, so we weren't really close. Plus, she was one of those trashy girls who kept a list of the guys she had slept with. "What are you doing tonight?" I asked her. Angela usually knew of something that was going on.
"I dunno," she replied. "I think me and some girls are going to the movies to pick up some guys. Do ya wanna come? We could have some fun wrangling up some guys!"
This didn't sound anymore appealing to me than Buck's and I was about to turn Angela down, but I was stopped by my heart doing flip-flops in my chest. I immediately felt self-conscious and began to wonder if my hair and makeup looked all right, which was unusual. I never felt that way around guys, only with Tim.
"Well, hey Kim," Tim said to me. "Long time no see. What, have you been hiding out or something?"
I smiled and even blushed a little bit. "Nah," I replied, "I just haven't been to Buck's lately. I've been busy. you know, so many boys, so little time." I laughed when Tim did. The problem was, it was a total lie. I had in fact not hooked up with any guys since I had last seen Tim, and the truth was I had been avoiding him. He and his skanky girlfriend had gotten back together, and it made me sick to see them all over each other, not to mention insanely jealous.
"So," I asked Tim shyly, "how's Cynthia?"
To my surprise, Tim started cussing and spit on the ground. "I caught the stupid bitch cheating on me. We're though."
I perked up slightly when he said this, and I noticed that Angela gave me a suspicious look form behind Tim's back. "That's too bad, "I said trying desperately to keep the excitement from my voice. "What are you doing tonight?" Despite my efforts I could hear some of the excitement seeping into my voice. I couldn't help it. I was so glad that I wouldn't need to avoid him anymore.
"Ah shit, I'm gonna get ragin' drunk, slash tires, and then go to Buck's, where I plan on passin' out." That decided it for me. I was going to Buck's that night. I politely (okay, as politely as greasers get) excused myself from our conversation and headed home with a fresh bounce in my step. I need to find the perfect outfit to ensnare Tim and finally make him mine.
I was walking home from school by myself contemplating what I was going to do that night. It was a Friday night, and unlike usual, I didn't have any plans. I was completely lost in my thoughts when a voice drew me back into reality.
"Heya Kim! What the hell are you up to?" I smiled when I realized I was passing by the Curtis' house. All the boys that hung around there were really cute.
I surveyed the young man who called out to me. "Holy shit! Dallas Winston! I thought you were sent up! When did you get out of the cooler?" Dally had a rap sheet longer than anyone I had ever known, and that was saying something considering the fact that I had the tendency to hang around with hoods. I then noticed the tow boys Dally was hanging with. "Hiya Johnny, Ponyboy." Those two were adorable, but were a little bit too young for me to go after.
The younger two nodded and Dallas answered my question. "Yeah, I got out on Tuesday. So what, or who," Dally said with a wink, "are you doing tonight?"
I shook my head and gave just a little giggle. Dally and I had a past of a couple (as oxymoronic as it may sound) one-night stands. "I don't know yet. Do you know of anything that is going on?"
"Nah," came the reply. "There's a party at Buck's place, but then again, there's always a party at Buck's. You should stop by."
"Maybe I will," I doubtfully said. I said goodbye to the boys and headed on my way home. I wasn't in the mood to go to Buck's. Last time I had drunk way too much and blacked out. "Besides," I thought to myself, "Dally sounded like he might want to hook up, and I'm just not into him."
I sighed. Not for the first time I began regretting sleeping with Dally. In fact, I regretted sleeping with almost all the guys I had slept with. I used to be pretty close to this really "nice". She wasn't a Soc, but she was middle class. Anyway, one time she asked me, "Why Kim? Why do you drink and sleep around? Why not save yourself for the right man?"
I had often contemplated the question, but I was never able to find an answer for it. All I knew was that it sort of seemed to fill a hole I felt inside of me. Plus all the girls I knew, besides the occasional nice middle class or even Soc girl, would make fun of me if I were too virginly. Some girls even kept long lists of the guys they've been with, but I wasn't trashy enough to keep a list.
As I drew nearer to the block that I lived on, I was once again drawn back to reality from my thoughts by a voice. "Hello! Earth to Kim!" I looked around to discover that I was passing by the Shepard's house, and Angela Shepard was calling out to me from her shabby porch.
"Hey girl" I replied. Angela and I were on decent terms. I was a couple years older than her, so we weren't really close. Plus, she was one of those trashy girls who kept a list of the guys she had slept with. "What are you doing tonight?" I asked her. Angela usually knew of something that was going on.
"I dunno," she replied. "I think me and some girls are going to the movies to pick up some guys. Do ya wanna come? We could have some fun wrangling up some guys!"
This didn't sound anymore appealing to me than Buck's and I was about to turn Angela down, but I was stopped by my heart doing flip-flops in my chest. I immediately felt self-conscious and began to wonder if my hair and makeup looked all right, which was unusual. I never felt that way around guys, only with Tim.
"Well, hey Kim," Tim said to me. "Long time no see. What, have you been hiding out or something?"
I smiled and even blushed a little bit. "Nah," I replied, "I just haven't been to Buck's lately. I've been busy. you know, so many boys, so little time." I laughed when Tim did. The problem was, it was a total lie. I had in fact not hooked up with any guys since I had last seen Tim, and the truth was I had been avoiding him. He and his skanky girlfriend had gotten back together, and it made me sick to see them all over each other, not to mention insanely jealous.
"So," I asked Tim shyly, "how's Cynthia?"
To my surprise, Tim started cussing and spit on the ground. "I caught the stupid bitch cheating on me. We're though."
I perked up slightly when he said this, and I noticed that Angela gave me a suspicious look form behind Tim's back. "That's too bad, "I said trying desperately to keep the excitement from my voice. "What are you doing tonight?" Despite my efforts I could hear some of the excitement seeping into my voice. I couldn't help it. I was so glad that I wouldn't need to avoid him anymore.
"Ah shit, I'm gonna get ragin' drunk, slash tires, and then go to Buck's, where I plan on passin' out." That decided it for me. I was going to Buck's that night. I politely (okay, as politely as greasers get) excused myself from our conversation and headed home with a fresh bounce in my step. I need to find the perfect outfit to ensnare Tim and finally make him mine.