By StarliteBaby
Disclaimer: I do not own the grease characters. They belong to Jim Jacobs and Warren Casey. But Mike and the characters you do not recognize belong to me.
Chapter 1 Brothers and Sisters
"Sandy, have you seen my shoes?!" asked Mike. "What shoes" asked Sandy. "My dress shoes, you know the black ones." "oh those shoes," she joked "I have no idea where they are." "Little sisters.." Mike muttered as went upstairs to look for his shoes. Mike was four years older than Sandy. He had blonde hair and blue eyes like his sister. He was about 6"1. Mike and Sandy never got along. They just hated each other.
"Do you have a date tonight or something?" Sandy asked, after Mike came back downstairs. He was hoping up and down trying to put his shoes on and tie them, standing up. "Yeah," he answered "Do I wear a tie everyday?" "No, you don't. But you don't usually have a date." Sandy answered. "That's true," Mike admitted. "But you usually do." "What makes you think I don't?" asked Sandy in a sort of teasing tone. "Because you're not running around the hose doing your hair and stuff." Mike answered. He paused for a moment and then said "Do you have a date tonight?" "I'm not going out with Danny tonight but my friends are coming over." "Oh great, your not having one of those parties, are you?" Mike panicked. "Hahahahahaha! No, the party is until next week and it's at Jan's house, anyway." "Oh, what's tonight?" Mike asked as he starched his head. "Not the party." Said Sandy, fixing her ponytail. "Yeah I know," said Mike "What is?" "Some of my friends are sleeping over." She said and looked directly at him for the first time that night. "Which friends of yours are sleeping over?" "Jan, Frenchy, Marty and Rizzo." "Oh great! I'll have to come up with some scheme to stay out of the house."
"Why? Which one of my friends don't you like?" "Marty is a little nuts. And Rizzo is cute but kind of viscous." "What do you mean viscous?" "Like mean and nasty." "Oh, she can be mean and nasty if she doesn't know you." "Oh, is that right." Mike said in a kind of absent minded way. "Yeah" Sandy said. "Sandy, can I ask you a question?" "Can you ask me a question, Mike? Questions are all you've been asking me all night?" "No, I mean a Personal question." "It depends on what kind of personal question it is." "Do you want me to just ask it?" "Sure, Shoo." "Alright, Sandy, are in love with Danny?" "Yeah, I am. Why?" "Just wanted to know that all." "Oh ok." "I have to go now. Bye Barf head." "Oooooooo you make me so so...mad...that was the most intelligent conversation we've ever had and you have end by calling me Barf head! See ya later Butthead! And I hope you date throws a sharp object at you tonight!" With that being said Mike walked out the door leaving Sandy still seething in anger.
Disclaimer: I do not own the grease characters. They belong to Jim Jacobs and Warren Casey. But Mike and the characters you do not recognize belong to me.
Chapter 1 Brothers and Sisters
"Sandy, have you seen my shoes?!" asked Mike. "What shoes" asked Sandy. "My dress shoes, you know the black ones." "oh those shoes," she joked "I have no idea where they are." "Little sisters.." Mike muttered as went upstairs to look for his shoes. Mike was four years older than Sandy. He had blonde hair and blue eyes like his sister. He was about 6"1. Mike and Sandy never got along. They just hated each other.
"Do you have a date tonight or something?" Sandy asked, after Mike came back downstairs. He was hoping up and down trying to put his shoes on and tie them, standing up. "Yeah," he answered "Do I wear a tie everyday?" "No, you don't. But you don't usually have a date." Sandy answered. "That's true," Mike admitted. "But you usually do." "What makes you think I don't?" asked Sandy in a sort of teasing tone. "Because you're not running around the hose doing your hair and stuff." Mike answered. He paused for a moment and then said "Do you have a date tonight?" "I'm not going out with Danny tonight but my friends are coming over." "Oh great, your not having one of those parties, are you?" Mike panicked. "Hahahahahaha! No, the party is until next week and it's at Jan's house, anyway." "Oh, what's tonight?" Mike asked as he starched his head. "Not the party." Said Sandy, fixing her ponytail. "Yeah I know," said Mike "What is?" "Some of my friends are sleeping over." She said and looked directly at him for the first time that night. "Which friends of yours are sleeping over?" "Jan, Frenchy, Marty and Rizzo." "Oh great! I'll have to come up with some scheme to stay out of the house."
"Why? Which one of my friends don't you like?" "Marty is a little nuts. And Rizzo is cute but kind of viscous." "What do you mean viscous?" "Like mean and nasty." "Oh, she can be mean and nasty if she doesn't know you." "Oh, is that right." Mike said in a kind of absent minded way. "Yeah" Sandy said. "Sandy, can I ask you a question?" "Can you ask me a question, Mike? Questions are all you've been asking me all night?" "No, I mean a Personal question." "It depends on what kind of personal question it is." "Do you want me to just ask it?" "Sure, Shoo." "Alright, Sandy, are in love with Danny?" "Yeah, I am. Why?" "Just wanted to know that all." "Oh ok." "I have to go now. Bye Barf head." "Oooooooo you make me so so...mad...that was the most intelligent conversation we've ever had and you have end by calling me Barf head! See ya later Butthead! And I hope you date throws a sharp object at you tonight!" With that being said Mike walked out the door leaving Sandy still seething in anger.