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Steve

It was one of those days where literally everyone was busy or not around. Soda was off somewhere (he won't tell where), Dally was chilling in the cooler, Superman was picking up an extra shift, TwoBit was probably somewhere..., even Johnny and the kid were off at the lot doing God knows what.

So, naturally, Steve found himself going to the edge of town. He picked up some anymous clothes from a store nearbye, not the strength or tolerance that day to put up with his "dad". He got a pair of baggy trousers, a black t-shirt, a cap and sunglasses. He wore them and disguised himself so well, his own mother couldn't even recognize him.

Steve walked for a good ten minutes and strolled to one of the street corners taken up by two other guys and a girl.

The girl turned, and as Steve walked towards them, he caught her eye. "Aye guys! It's Dodger," she laughed.

The other guys turned and yelled in greeting.

The raven head was the first to stand up. He slapped Steve's back, "Welcome back Dodger."

"Good to be back, Hopps."

The young red head and gray eyed boy, who reminded Steve an awful lot of TwoBit, grinned saying,"Nice to have you back, man."

"Yeah, it's nice to see you haven't forgotten about us." The blonde girl added.

"I can never forget 'bout this place." Steve said. "Sides it gets kinda weird not having you and Happy Feet on my ear every second." Dodger grinned, "Sometimes the light can miss it's flies."

"HEY!" The two younger ones protested.

Steve blinked, "Hey what?" Dodger asked innocently.

"Hey Twinkle Toes, that's what!" The red headed boy, Happy Feet, grinned. Steve threw an arm around the youngest and scruffed the kid's hair. Twinkle Toes was another nickname they called him at times. The little shit came up with that one.

They all had nicknames for each other. No one knew their real names, and that's because they all had different lives. They didn't want Tulsa and its Greaser/Soc shit to ruin their little group. Steve never told anyone from his gang of these guys. Not even Soda (who he considered a brother.)

But when you have something like Steve had, you would do whatever it takes to keep it safe, right? Even if it means keeping a secret. You dig?

So the foursome agreed they would just give each other nicknames. They would do what they do for hours on end, then sooner or later, out of pure exhaustion and satisfaction, they would trudge through the roads or grass or wherever the hell they came from and return to their homes the next day. Or even stay at the corner. Steve doesn't know what they do, because he never stayed too long to find out. They all came to their corner every so often. Steve was the rarest visitor, so it was nice for them all to have the rest of the day together.

What would they do, you ask?

Well...it's something Steve never told anyone. And he never plans on telling anyone anytime soon.

It's a secret he'll take to his grave.

Steve comes here to dance...ish.

Shit, yes. He comes here to fucking dance.

What are you gonna laugh, jackass?

Steve's been doing it since he was ten.

Just the four of them. Most of the time it was a "friendly" competition against the other groups. Winners get a bunch of money too, so that's always a bonus. And they almost always win. They were known the Cornerstreet Gang.

But believe it not, Steve wasn't there for the money.

Steve Randle truly, actually liked- no loved to dance.

Steve Randle.

Likes to dance.

You see why he won't tell.

He loved it almost as much as he loved cars and fixing them. Even more at times.

What can he say, he loves the rush of it.

The sound of the rhythm moving him accordingly. The literal flying as the song goes under his feet and gripped his arms moving them in such a fashion that he can't even put into words. The sound of the beat hitting his eardrums repetitively making its point known. The instruments and lyrics combining together making a perfect harmony for him to move, giving him a deep rush of adrenaline that he can't begin to fathom why anyone would do drugs.

But he steered clear from school dances or dancing in front of people at all. Not that he would go to a school dance anyway, it's crap. As well as places like Buck's or the Dingo or where people dance. Too afraid he'll get too ahead of himself. Better to stay away without risking the sure to be questions of why and how he could dance.

Not that he would be embarrassed. Steve Randle doesn't do embarrassment.

"Actually," the black haired boy, Hopps, cut through his thoughts. "You came at the perfect time, Candypop got us a date with the guys cross town."

Candypop smirked, "Why do you look so surprised? I'm the only one that gets us these events." She was putting her hair in a ponytail and started to head where Steve would assume is downtown.

"See ya guys!" She yelled waving them over. Candy has a lot of energy. Steve bets that she and Soda would be great friends.

"Hell yeah. Finally." Hopps said and sauntered down the street right after her.

"Let's go, man." Happy Feet urged. "It's been a long time since we all did this together." He too followed Candypop.

"Too long." Steve agreed.

If he wants to do it, he's gonna fucking do it.

Gotta Be Tuff And Cold rule be damned.

It had been way to long.

Steve's gonna fix that.

Stay Gold,

Jenn U.