Prolougue


To all the people who have inspired me.



Walking through the streets of Tulsa the hot sun bearing down on the skin that matches my name, I stop in front of a porch full of boys.
Hey baby one calls.
He is interested, this is good.
Taking a deep breath, I walk right up to them and lean against the chipped, white railing.
Hi I drawl flirtatiously and offer him a small smile. In return I get a small smirk and eyes lingering all over my body.
You got a name, sweetheart?
I take out a cigarette and lean into my own light.

Ain't that a plant? one asks
I shrug it off.
Yeah, that and my name
Nice name the shy looking one says.
I grin in his direction and watch the red creep all over his face.
You got any names?
The puppy looks at me with wide, fearful eyes.

I can tell right away that this won't be the one I'm after.
What about you? I ask the one who called me baby.
He is an elf, a lynx. Everything that can not be real and is dangerous. This is the one.
What about me?
I want to ask him if that smirk is permanent.
You got a name?
I flick the ash onto the grass.
Yeah
Three perfect smoke rings, my best ever.
You gonna tell me it or what?
I look straight into his eyes and for a moment we connect. Then he flinches and it is broken. He shrugs and seems to be more interested in my breasts than my face. That's the way it is with most guys. I hunch my shoulders a little to give him a better view. This is what I live for.
Oh for heavens sake! His name's Dallas Winston The one with the swirls cries.
Dallas seems angry that I know now his name. I remember the story of Rumplestiltskin and wonder if I now have his powers. He'll be under my spell soon enough anyhow.
I release my hair from its ponytail and let the brown strands fall over my shoulders.
I'm Sodapop and this is my little brother Pony, and that's Steve and Two Bit
The handsome one breaks the silence. I nod in his direction and very slowly, move a little closer to Dallas.
You got a boy friend? He asks casually.
I shake my head and arch my back. I can tell he is interested, although he is cool about it.
Ivy, how old are you anyway? Two Bit asks me
I'll be seventeen in a month
He nods thoughtfully, then a smile breaks through.
You got any sisters?
What the hell is this the third degree!
That doesn't faze him at all.
Is that a yes or no?
I groan inwardly and close my eyes.
Only child
Too bad, it'd be nice if you had a twin
Ponyboy blushes again and catches the attention of the group. They make jokes about how he needs to get a girl. I stand up and brush invisible dust off of my jeans.
Wait up
I turn around and come face to face with Dallas Winston.

Call me Dally...

You got any plans?
Its only two in the afternoon
He seems to consider this for a moment.
You wanna do something tonight?
Like what?
I look at him over the tops of my sunglasses and curl my lips into a small half smile.
Hell I don't know, there's a party tonight.....
Without saying a word I grab his arm and write down my phone number and walk off without saying a word. Dallas Winston will be mine tonight.

*Dally*
So what did she say? Steve asks me with interest as I walk back over to porch.
She didn't say anything
That's too bad she was.....
I hold out my arm to cut him off.
That her number? Two Bit stupidly asks
No, its the number of the police station Steve retorts.
Two Bit's eyes sparkle with his usual mischief.
Awww, Dally already knows that one by heart
Damn right I do
Did you see the way she was acting around you Dallas, you could've taken her right...... Two Bit stops and looks over at Pony and Johnny.
Johnny and I are gonna to the....
Movies Johnny adds.
Yeah, because there's a new movie.... Pony says.
Yeah, so...bye
They both dart off.
Man, we really need to get them girls Two Bit says.
How do you know they'll want them? Steve asks.
What do you mean? Soda asks with curiousity and a little bit of hostility
Maybe Pony and Johnny just don't like girls..... Steve says carefully
Maybe they're just shy, you know that Steve.
Steve shrugs.
I'm just saying is all
There is one of those uncomfortable silences that I hate and never know how to break.
So did you see the rack on that chick?
I light another cigarette and turn my attentions to Two Bit.


I know, shorter than usual but this is more of a prolougue.
Fyre