Surprises and Tears
Kenickie Conaway drew the comb once again through his grease-slicked hair. To say he was procrastinating was indeed the understatement; he guessed he'd pulled that comb through every inch of his hair at least twenty times already. Quickly he shoved the comb deep into his jeans pocket and withdrew his hand, only this time between his fingers a cigarette had appeared.
Using his flaming lighter that his other hand had withdrawn from his T-Birds jacket, he lit it and proceeded to smoke the cigarette for as long as he could. At that point, he would do anything to keep himself from having to go in that place.
Unfortunately for Kenickie, today was definitely not a good day.
Just as he had reached about the half waypoint on the cigarette, an oh-so-familiar car pulled into the parking lot. Only one person he knew had a transparent hood...
"Kenickie!"
The voice wasn't very happy, more so loud so the man who had abruptly turned his back on him could hear his call.
Very slowly Kenickie turned back around, and was greeted with the sight of his best friend, Danny Zuko.
"Hey." he greeted, less then pleased, for he knew one thing; if Danny was there, he would be going into the building sooner than he had hoped.
"Man, I'm sorry. This is just so...wow."
"Ya."
Silence enveloped before a soft tap fell on Kenickie's shoulder and he twisted his head to view the mystery tapper. He didn't really need to turn to know who it was; only one other person would be with Danny.
"Hey, Sandy." he greeted, his voice quite monotone.
"I'm so sorry Kenickie..." she began, her Australian accent strong as ever, "we came as soon as we heard."
After leaving Rydell, Danny and Sandy had found themselves on the beaches of Florida, rekindling that one summer in Australia. He was surprised they'd gotten there so quickly.
Kenickie merely nodded and turned back to Danny, who wore the most pitying expression on his face.
"Who's all here?"
"Everyone."
"Have you been in there yet?"
Kenickie sadly shook his head and stared down at the ground.
"Well then, let's go."
Damn it.
Trudging behind, Kenickie followed Danny and Sandy up the steps. 1-2-3-4-5 of them.
He barely noticed Sandy's hand on his back as she guided him through the door Danny held open. This was it. There was no turning back...
The cold air in the funeral parlor froze him to the bone and he shoved his hands into his pockets. Why did they keep these damn places like iceboxes?
"Over hear, Danny." Sandy called as she pointed to a simply sign with an arrow pointing right. Kenickie glanced up at it before glaring at the floor once again. He just couldn't take this.
Immediately after he'd entered the room, people surrounded him, patted his shoulders gently, said kind things that he didn't even hear. He hated it. Every single minute of this living hell. Why did Danny have to bring him in here?
"Kenickie!"
He immediately recognized Frenchy's nazily voice, and half looked up to see her hair color of the month. Pink. Again?
"We can't find her!" her voice was urgent, making him pull his eyes from her hair.
"Find who?" he asked. Then he noticed the whole gang standing behind her, their faces twisted in fear. Jan, Marty, Sonny, Putzie, and Doody, all of them. What was going on?
"Carley, we can't find her!"
Kenickie's blood ran cold. Carley? She was here?
"Why is she here?" he hissed, leaning close to Frenchy as he said it. She immediately gulped.
"W-we didn't know where else to take her."
Kenickie sighed and rubbed his eyes. This was not good.
"All of you go look for her! Now!"
"But Kenickie," this time Marty stepped and placed a gently hand on his arm. "she needs her dad."
"I said go look for her, and when you find her, tell me. Don't do anything, just tell me."
Marty nodded sharply and immediately the gang headed off in different directions; they all knew not to get Kenickie angry...
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Danny cried, grabbing his friend's shoulders and spinning him around to face him, his one eyebrow cocked. "who is Carley?"
Kenickie sighed heavily. That was right...Danny and Sandy didn't know...yet.
"Carley is...well..."
"Say it Kenick."
"Me and Rizzo's kid, ok?"
"But I thought she wasn't pregnant?" Sandy piped in, her mouth slightly agape.
"She lied."
"Why didn't you tell me? I'm you're best friend!" Danny cut in angrily before Sandy could ask another question.
"I know...but..."
"Kenickie! We found her!" Sonny cried, a wave of relief gliding over Kenickie, who had already began to claw at excuses as to why he hadn't told Danny. To be honest, he didn't know why himself.
"Where is she?"
"Other room, hiding behind the stand they put the caskets on."
Slowly Kenickie nodded and pushed through the gang without another word. This was definitely not going to be good...
Sure enough, there she was, all curled up in a ball, dark blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Kenickie felt horrible as he saw the way her tiny frame shook.
"Hey...come on kid."
At the sound of his voice, the girl's head shot up revealing two rivers of tears that streamed down her face.
"Daddy!" she cried, flinging herself onto him and latching onto his neck, holding on to him as though her little life depended on it. Gently her father wrapped his arms around her and sat down against the wall, shushing gently into her matted hair.
"Calm down, Car, it's gonna be okay."
The little girl continued to shake, cry, and hiccup, pretty much at the same time.
"N-n-no it won't! M-ma-mama's d-de-dead!"
Those simple words cut through the young father like nothing before in his whole life. His little girl understood completely, while he himself was still somewhat in denial...
"Ya, that's...true. But it will be okay, kid. I promise."
The girl looked up at him with those tear-glazed orbs, and as usual, Kenickie lost every bit of control he had.
"You, you promise?" she whispered.
"Ya, I promise."
She nodded and placed her head back on his chest, the hiccups still coming on strong and her crying replaced by sniffling.
Kenickie let his head flop back against the wall as he shut his eyes. He really hoped everything would be okay.
Oh how he hoped...
Hello all! Well...to explain this little..ehm...mess...I was flipping through the channels at one o'clock in the morning and what movie happened to be on? Grease! So, my sleepy mind began turning, and viola! Hope you all like it, please read/review, I just love reviews :) But please...no flames!
