Erm… so... hi? We haven't updated in a while since we were procrastinating. (as the username suggests) Sorry! Don't assassinate us please! Well, this chapter is pretty short but please enjoy. Also, we know nothing about fight scenes so it's probably not very good. Feel free to review and share your opinions!
-Xera & Carna
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Alan
I trudged towards the lot with my hands shoved into the pockets of my pants. I had finally managed to reject Sodapop and Darry Curtis' offer to stay over at their house. They sure were persistent.
After finding out about what had happened to the kids, the Curtis' and their friend -what was his name?- oh, Two-Bit had been really worried about them. The sight of their anxious expressions as they fawned over Ponyboy and Johnny reminded me of him. He had always been real concerned for me when I got hurt.
And those kids, they were real lucky to have such a caring family, to be able to stay with their families. I was glad I had helped them. Although those Socs probably would cause an awful lot of trouble for me now that I had interrupted their "fun", I didn't regret it one bit. It was what he would have done for me.
And as I reached the lot and gazed up at the night sky, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep that night. I would be too busy thinking about him.
Hurrying into the place with quick footsteps, I looked around. The diner was real shabby, with broken seats and walls that had patches of paint chipping off them to reveal the brick beneath it. I didn't mind the dingy appearance of the place though. I was too hungry to care.
So I bought my food and plopped down on an empty seat, leaning back as I tucked in.
Just as I was about to shove another mouthful of piping hot food into my mouth greedily, I heard a low drawl from behind me,"That's my spot, kid."
Slowly, I put down my fork and let the content grin fall from from my face. Over the years, I had learnt that you had to firm or people would think you were a coward. So, I turned around, ready to fight if it meant that I would be left alone.
What awaited me was a hoodlum with hair so blond it was almost white. He was leaning against the wall with a confident smirk on his face.
"Oh! This seat was yours? Oh, shucks! I didn't see your name on it." I remarked back with a sardonic smile.
He glared at me with his icy blue eyes and walked up, growling out between clenched teeth, " You wanna go, greaser?"
Hearing that, I took my cue and stood up, kicking my chair away roughly. Then, walking towards the door in a confident swagger that I knew from experience looked intimidating, I motioned for Blondie to follow along.
Just as I was about to reach the exit, I heard the sound of rapid footsteps from behind me and I knew that Blondie had decided to charge at me.
Spinning around sharply and bracing myself for the incoming attack, I put my arms up in a defensive position in an attempt to brace myself.
The impact of his punch meeting my skin sent waves of pulsing pain up my arms but I ignored it, instead using the opportunity to kick at him.
He stumbled back a few steps, eyes widening slightly in surprise before a dangerous grin spread across his face.. I could tell Blondie was awful good at fighting- reckon he got in a lot of trouble with the fuzz too- and I felt real lucky. I hadn't had a good fight in a while. I needed to blow off some steam.
Just as I was about to charge at him, a familiar figure inserted himself between Blondie and me.
With a grin as wide as a Cheshire Cat's, he said jokingly , "Would the two of you calm down?"
It was Two-Bit Matthews.
