Chapter two will be about a certain boy named Robert…

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Bobby and the Great Dane

Anyone who knew me then would have told you I was the happy go lucky greaser. Apparently, those are rare. Greasers naturally have a tough life, you see. Shit seems to always happen to us, but we take it as best we can. Even though I was always trying to make life better for my buddies, mine wasn't exactly…great.

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"I don't understand why we're always fighting now!" A shadow yelled from the kitchen as my brother, Ronnie, and I sat in the living room wide-eyed and scared.

"We have to fight," yelled a distinct womanly voice, "because you're always going around with other women. Or should I say girls, Will?"

I looked at my little brother. I was only two years older, but I knew he leaned on me for support. I would never know how much he did. Maybe he never really did. Either way, I put my arm around him and whispered, "It's ok, Ronnie."

He nodded his little head and his red hair went up and down with it. His blue eyes were the same shade as mine and they still held innocence. At five years old, they should.

"I don't have to take this, Will," said my mom in a deadly calm voice, "I'm taking the boys and leaving."

She walked into the living room to find us on the couch, huddled together and staring with our identical blue eyes. She smiled, but it was painful. I might have been only seven, but I could tell.

"Get your things, boys. We're going on vacation." She said.

Vacation. That was a nice way of putting it. Really she meant we were leaving and one of us would never see the other in the same light. But that's getting ahead of myself. At that moment, it didn't matter. For now, Ronnie and I would stay brothers.

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"Miss Bass," said the man in the strange suit. He was tall and had thick black hair. His eyes were milky brown and his skin was lightly tan. He spoke with conviction, as if everything he ever said was true and nothing would ever change that.

My mom turned around and said, "Yes?"

He looked down at my brother and me. He smiled and I saw that his teeth were perfect and white. I didn't like him. He was going to give bad news. I could see it in his smile. It wasn't happy.

"I'm afraid," that was all I needed to hear to know it wasn't good news, but he continued anyway, "that you won't be able to keep both of them."

My mom didn't scream. She didn't shout. She didn't even look upset. She just walked forward and asked one question that consisted of one word.

"Why?"

The man sighed, "The judge wants duel custody. You will take the eldest and your ex-husband will take the younger."

I didn't have a clue as to what any of that meant. I was the older one, so did that mean I was staying with mom? But Ronnie was my brother. He couldn't go anywhere, right?

"And I can't fight it?" asked my mom.

The man shook his head slowly, deliberately. "The judge is faced with a problem. What kind of person takes a child away from his mother? But what kind of person takes a father away from his son? He feels this is the only way."

"To hell with ethics," my mother said softly so Ronnie and I wouldn't hear, "I want them both!"

The man shook his head again and placed a hand on my mother's shoulder, "I can't do that Miss Bass. I'm sorry."

He walked out then and I never saw him again.

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Christmas that year was spent at my dad's house. The tree was beautiful in his living room. Huge and wide. It had all of the charm of a classic movie and was as green as nature. I was in awe since the tree my mom and I had put up was a mere four feet and aluminum.

"Merry Christmas, Bobby," said my dad as he handed over a brightly wrapped package. I smiled and took it from his cold hands. I slowly unwrapped it. The package behind the paper was a new Tonka truck.

I smiled like a good boy and thanked him. Ronnie smiled too.

"Ain't this great, Bobby?" he asked.

I nodded, but I really wanted to go home to my mom.

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Five Years Later

"Oh," my mom sighed as she opened the door to our new home. To be honest, the house was terrible. It was tiny and dirty. The paint was peeling off in certain places, and the light came through dust covered windows.

But I couldn't let her think I hated it. We couldn't afford to live in our old house. This was all we could have. It wasn't my place to complain.

"It's fine mom," I said and put my arm around her shoulders. I might have been only 12, but I was already slightly taller than her. Not that that's saying much.

She smiled at me and said, "I know, I'm just so used to our old house." I nodded in agreement. I honestly couldn't think of anything to say to make her feel better. I was missing our old house too.

"Look," I said, "there are some kids outside, I'll go see what's up, and tonight we can unpack."

My mom didn't argue. I think she wanted to be left alone, and she wanted me to make friends in my new neighborhood. I didn't have many back on the West side anyway.

I didn't say that I thought the boys outside were hoods. There was one older boy who looked about 18. He was tall and lightly tanned. There were two younger boys with him that could have been his brothers. Then there was another boy who looked older than me with red hair. But they all wore leather jackets, and their hair was slicked back.

I walked outside and wondered over to them. I tried to smile but all that came out was a painful grimace. I hoped they didn't catch that.

One of the younger boys, who I decided was older than me, noticed my painful smile and asked, "Hey is something wrong?"

His brother, the older one asked, "You the new kid?"

I nodded my head slowly. I couldn't show that I was scared. People get jumped for looking scared.

"Well," he said, "My name's Henri. This here," he pointed to the first kid that talked to me, "is Remy. That," he pointed to the other kid, "is Emil. And this here," he pointed his thumb at the red head, "is John."

I introduced myself, and they opened up. Just like that. They accepted me. For the first time, I felt like I had a real family.

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3 years later

The bell rang for third period. I stood up and watched as Pete walked out ahead of me. Pete was a nice guy. I have to say, it felt great to no longer be the new kid in my neighborhood.

I gathered my notebook and turned to the door when I bumped into someone.

"Sorry," I started as I went to the floor to gather my things.

"No," said a soft, feminine, voice, "it was my fault."

I looked up to see a girl in front of me helping me pick up a pencil. She had pale skin, green eyes, and hair to match. She was wearing a soft cotton shirt and a long skirt that reached just below her knees. She looked me in the eyes, and they quickly faltered away.

"Sorry," she said.

I stood up; she followed my movement.

I stuck my hand out and said, "My name is Robert Drake. But all my friends call me Bobby."

She smiled and said, "Lorna. Dane. Lorna Dane."

"Nice to meet you, Lorna Dane," I said.

"You…you too."

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The weeks passed by since that day. I always sneaked glances at Lorna when the bell rang for third period. Pete eventually caught onto my hanging back.

"Why do you take so long, Bobby," he asked.

"Oh," I said as I watched Lorna file past me, "no reason."

I saw her smile softly when she heard what I said. I couldn't help but grin like an idiot for the rest of that day. I felt like I was building up to something. But I couldn't really put my finger on it. It was just a good feeling. Almost like I knew something good was on the way.

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The feeling finally made sense on November 25, 1958. The bell rang for 3rd period, and as always, I lagged behind Pete waiting for her to pass by. She did, only this time she didn't walk all the way into the room. She stopped in front of me and looked into my eyes.

"I think that if you were to ask me to be your girl, I might say yes," she told me quietly.

I smiled at her. I couldn't get the words to come out of my mouth though, so all she heard was, "Oooo anna e my gir?"

She laughed a light and delicate laugh. Then she nodded her head.

On that day, we became a couple.

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The next few months were flawless. She came to my house and I went to hers. She met my friends. I should have known something was up when she wouldn't let me meet her friends.

"They," she said, "wouldn't understand."

I didn't care at the moment. So what if her friends didn't like my greasy hair or leather jacket? I had the prettiest girl in school on my arm.

Of course, the gang tried to talk me out of it.

"She isn't good for you Bobby," Remy said to me one day while we were smoking in front of his house.

"Yeah," chimed Emil, "she's got Soc written all over her."

I looked at Pete and waited for him to say something. He didn't disappoint, "I don't want you to get hurt, Bobby."

I blew off their warnings and took a drag on my cigarette. Like I said, what did I care?

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However, my perfect world that I had created that consisted of Lorna and me, came crashing down on March 19, 1959. I called her. I wanted to go the movies. She said she felt sick and wouldn't be able to make it.

I accepted that. I sat around the house. Then I had an idea. I could go to her house and offer her some company. She would be thrilled to see me!

I piled in my old truck and drove downtown. When I turned in her driveway, I was surprised to see a mint green Cadillac. The first thought I had was that Ronnie had a car like that.

I walked into the house and into the living room. On the couch, I saw Lorna tangled in my little brother's body. The flowers I brought her fell to the floor and I turned and went back to my truck.

Lorna and Ronnie came out after me. Lorna was crying and Ronnie was smirking at me from the porch. I didn't hear anything Lorna said, all I saw was Ronnie, and all I wanted to do was punch his face in.

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I went back to my neighborhood. I didn't tell the guys. I never did. To this day they don't know. They don't need to know. I went on being happy, cracking wise, and saying dumb stuff.

Ronnie didn't even bother to stay with Lorna. I heard the rumors in school. He just wanted an easy lay. Ronnie went on to tell me, "Why would anyone choose greasy trash, when they could have high class?"

That hurts coming from your brother. But that's ok.

I just shrug it off and make a lame joke about it.

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End chapter 2. What did you think of Bobby's flashback? Anything I should add in future chapters? Anything I should change for future chapters? And what about the Romy? (it's coming, I just want an all around story too.) All comments, questions, and suggestions are welcome!

EDIT: The years were a bit off in this chapter. 1956 should have been 1958, and 1957 should have been 1959. If you count their ages, Bobby was 12 in 1955. If the story says "Three years later" He would be 15 and the year would be '58. Sorry for the mistake. New chapter is almost ready =)