Here's a little something I wrote out of boredom. Maybe it'll turn into a chaptered story, I have no idea. Feeling a little writers block from my other story, and this is just an idea I've had for a while. Enjoy. 3
Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders. I guess I'll go cry now. :P
I had to stop looking. It was wrong. I had a boyfriend. I didn't need that hood. I lived in a perfect neighborhood, complete with mansions and Mustangs parked in the neat little driveways with freshly cut lawns, and birdbaths out front. I had the boy every Soc girl wanted to date. A jock. Handsome, smart, and witty, Bob was that kinda guy. So I had no reason to be checking Dallas Winston out, from across the parking lot. It was wrong.
"Cherry? Are you even listening?" Irina snapped. I jumped, looking over at her guiltily. "What were you staring at?" she asked, and her and Marcia totally started checking the damn greasers out.
"Ohh, that one's cute." Marcia cooed, giggling and pointing. Irina grinned.
"Yeah of course! That's Sodapop Curtis dummy." Irina rolled her eyes.
"I know!" Marcia laughed, "He sure is something." I smiled a little. Irina and Marcia were my best friends for a reason. They didn't judge as harshly as most girls, and actually didn't mind greasers all that much. Especially if they were nice. That's why Marcia liked Two-Bit so much. They were two peas in a pod. I heard the unmistakable sound of greaser girls giggling, and looked up again. Four giggling, trashy looking girls were stumbling their way over to the boys we'd previously been awwing over. "Eye candy" was what Irina would later explain to our other "friends". I felt some sort of pang in my stomach when one of the girls bumped hips with Dally. I wasn't jealous. I…kept staring. He grinned down at her, as she only cleared his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her into him so that his arms hugged her like a scarf. She giggled, twisting their legs together. I looked away…angrily? Why was I angry? I wasn't.
"That girl sure is lucky, she's got Curtis!" Irina sighed, glancing at the blonde holding Sodapop's hand. I could tell she was a natural blonde, unlike the girl wrapped around Winston. But I couldn't say she wasn't pretty. Oh no, Dallas' girl was stunning. Fake, but sexy. Another pang of jealousy. Maybe if I was that good-looking….I shook my head. What was I thinking? I looked back at the girl. She was petite, shorter then me even, and that was saying something. Her hair was blonde, not white blonde like Dally's, but darker. It was twisted up ontop of her head, in a clip with a few strands hanging loose around her face. It was shiny and silky looking. Her green eyes seemed to be permanently set in a narrowed, mean way. Her eyes were slicked with an overdosage of charcoal liner, and her lashes had to be fakes. Her lips were full and kissable, tinged red with lipstick, and her cheeks were an even rosy shade. But her outfit was what dubbed her greasy. It was a total giveaway. She had on a lowcut black shirt that showed way to much cleavage, with her green lacey bra poking out of the top. Her already short skirt was riding up her thin, tanned legs, and her black heels looked deadly. She was decked out in all black, except for a white belt that hung loose around her flat waist. She had a chain running around her neck with a ring strung onto it. It looked to be a class ring, with a big blue stone in the center of the gold. It was a sign she was somebody's girl. Dally's. I sighed, looking away and feeling sick. Marcia and Irina, unphased by the girls, kept checking the boys out.
"Ooh, Randle." Irina said, with a sigh. "He's something as well!"
"Sure," Marcia said, her gaze fixed dreamily upon the arriving Two-Bit.
"Hey, there he is." Irina giggled, as Marcia stared after Two-Bit. "That's the one who walked with you from the movies, right?" Irina whispered to Marcia.
"Yes." Marcia said shortly, watching Two-Bit wrap his arms around a sandy blonde's waist. She jumped in surprise, then upon realizing she wasn't in any danger, her face split into a grin. Marcia looked on with narrowed eyes.
"C'mon." I said quietly, "Let's wait inside instead."
"OK." Marcia agreed quickly.
"Why?" Irina protested.
"I'm cold." I lied.
"But…oh fine." Irina agreed. We turned our heels on the greasers who hadn't even noticed us and entered the little diner. It was a neutral place, built strategically in middle class ground. I huffed, taking a window seat. I was sickened upon realizing we could still see the group from our seats. Irina was still oggling over Soda, but Marcia was looking away. I couldn't help but notice the way in which Dallas held the girl, almost roughly. His hand gripped her hip, and they seemed to move in sync, him pulling her. Marcia was looking on with narrowed eyes as well. I kicked her under the table. She snapped out of it, blushing madly. She shrugged at me, looking embarrassed. I sighed.
"Those girls look awful." I said almost scornfully. Irina looked up in surprise.
"So?" she asked, bewildered. "That isn't our problem. Of course they look awful, they're greasey girls. But they do have some nice boyfriends."
"Excuse me?" a long arm reached out and snaked around Irina's waist, pulling her upward. She shrieked in surprise.
"Will!" she exclaimed, laughing. He grinned down at her.
"Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Is my girl checking out those dirty hoods?" he said it almost playfully, as if he didn't really have anything against greasers at all. I liked Will Daniels. He was a good guy, and Irina was lucky to have snatched a guy like him.
"Baby, they don't have a thing on you!" she cried, as he lifted her up off her feet.
"That's what I thought." he teased. Marcia laughed, getting up. I followed.
"Hey Will," Marcia said, pulling her sweater closer around her.
"Where's Randy and Bob?"
"Aw, they're waitin' outside baby." Will said, pulling Irina close by the waist. Marcia smiled up at him, before going off to find Randy. I hung closer to Irina, walking along with them. Once outside, I saw that Will hadn't been lying. Not that I didn't trust him. Marcia was already in Randy's arms, grinning up at him. Bob was there also, waiting for me. He grinned lopsidedly at me, beckoning me closer. I hugged him softly, before leaning back to look up at his face.
"Where have you girls been?" he asked.
"Around." I answered simply, with a grin. Suddenly, I had to get away from the place. I was itching to get to the party the boys had promised to take us to. I glanced back over at the greasers once more, to find them heading off in the opposite direction towards their side of town. Bob caught me looking.
"C'mon," he said quietly, "Let's go." I took his hand, and followed my friends to the cars. I tried thinking about the party, and how fun it'd be. I thought about Bob, and my home life. I thought about my friends, and my little sister, and parents, and anything that would get my mind off Dallas Winston. Bob snapped me out of it.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked. I shrugged, looking up at him.
"Yeah, why?" I asked. He looked at me carefully, and then pulled me in for a hug before opening my door.
"No reason." he said. I let him help me into the car next to Marcia. I kept my eyes out the window while we drove deeper into our side of town. It was getting darker, and when Bob opened the door to let me out, I tried to shed the little daydreams of the towheaded greaser I somehow hated and loved at the same time. I laughed along with my friends, my hand entertwined with Bob's. I didn't need any greaser, I had everything I needed right here. But, as I ran up the front lawn of the big house raging with a promising party, I knew I couldn't ignore the difference between need, and want
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