A/N: Hey! Sorry it took so long to update, my mom took my computer away.. And now the charger to my computer is lost -.- But I'm updating! Go me! Thanks for the reviews and thanks to the people who are reading! My friend showed me how to see how many views I this story has and there are 103 views so far!
Oh, and every chapter is either going to start with song lyrics or a flashback.
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Disclaimer: I'm only gonna say this once. I ONLY OWN CANDIE. I'm not even gonna take credit for the plot, because I'm just taking roleplay and I'm putting it in a story. And I don't own any song lyrics unless I say so. Got it?
And I know we'd get a little crazy,
And I know we'd get a little loud,
And I know we're never gonna fake it,
We are wild,
we are free,
we are more than you think,
So call us freaks,
but that's just the way we roll
-Jonas Brothers
"Hey, you're Dally's kid sister, right?" Curly asked me. I looked over at him annoyed. He came over to me in just enough time that I could hide the note Randy threw at me.
"What's it to ya'?" I wanted to tell him to get lost, and I don't know why I didn't.
"I take that as a yes?" He smirked. "I'm Curly,"
"I know," I said annoyed and started to walk away, but he just walked up beside me.
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and stopped walking.
"Who doesn't know you? You're Sheppard's kid brother,"
Curly stopped to think about it. After what seemed like forever, he shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you're right, but you're Dal's kid sister and no one knows your name. No one knows you excist," He paused. "Who do you hang around with? You don't hang around any of the girls I know, and not very often are girls in gangs,"
This kid asked too many questions. It took me a few seconds to think of something to say, but eventually I did. "How do you know I don't hang around girls you don't know?"
Curly shook his head. "Nice try girlie, but I know most girls. Between Tim and your brother, I think I've seen about every greaser girl in Tulsa,"
I crossed my arms and glared at him. He never gives up. "Wha-... Mayb-... Well I-..." Curly looked amused. He had a look on his face that made me want to slap him. "I don't like to be known. I don't like people knowing anything about me. Not who I hang out with, where I hang out, who my brother is, what me name is, nothing!"
"You sure got your brother's temper," Curly muttered. "Why don't you like people knowing stuff about you? Are you ashamed of it?" He seemed confused. Confused and suspicious.
"What are you implying?" I asked him cautiously.
He shrugged. "I don't know," I looked around to see if I could spot anyone that could get Curly to leave me alone. When I didn't see anyone I sighed and looked back at Curly. "You're just acting like maybe you're friends with-"
"Hey love birds!" A voice snarled from behind me. I turned around and saw Bob with some other socs. Out of everyone in the group I only knew Bob and David. I looked at the other two and thought about what their names were, but after a few moments I gave up. I looked at Bob and tried to look annoyed, but it was hard for me not to grin at him.
"What do you want Bob?" I asked. Well, at least I managed to make myself sound annoyed. I thought to myself.
"Yeah, what do you want?" I turned back and stared at Curly blakly. Couldn't he come up with something better to say?
David and the other socs chuckled and Bob grinnned a bit. "Well actually," Bob started. He was speaking to Curly and he had completely ignored the fact I said anything. "I was going to get little miss 'get your hands off me' and go for a nice "friendly walk","
"Why do you always pick on her?" Curly glared at Bob. And why do you care? I thought.
"She's a fun little broad to mess with," Bob answered, then turned to give me a grin. "Dally's kid sister," Bob laughed a bit.
I grinned remembering the day we met. I fake cried a bit, but all the tears that came to my eyes were from trying so hard not to laugh. "What's wrong girl," Bob asked.
"My brother's being a poo-poo head," I sulked. He shook his head and tried to keep the grin off his face, but failed. We both cracked up laughing. I don't think anything has ever seemed so funny in my life. We kept laughing until we remembered that there were greasers around. David cleared his throat and Bob and I glared at each other. "I can't believe I even spoke to you," I sneared.
Bob coughed a few times before he said anything. "I can't believe I actually cared enough to ask what was wrong! Meeting you was the worst mistake I ever made," Bob shot back.
"Ouch," I put a hand over my heart and pretended to be hurt. "That really hurt,"
"Oh you know you care what I think about you," Bob smirked.
I went to say something then stopped. I looked at him confused for a momment then I looked at David and the other socs. The two that I didn't know their names were staring at Bob with an emotion that looked like a mixture of confusion and disbelief. David, on the other hand, was smirking. He took a step forward so that he'd be standing closer to me than Bob and grinned. "What's the matter princess? Don't like the truth?"
I ignored David and kept looking at Bob. "Where...," I started. "Where'd ya' hear that?"
Bob jerked his thumb towards David and muttered: "That idiot,"
I leaned forward and gave him a bitchy smile. "We both know that's bullshit," Was all I said before I gave him the finger and walked off.
Just as I walked past David he put a blade to my throat. I looked up and grinned bitterly. "Is this really necessary?" I whispered annoyed.
"Completely princess," he smirked and looked around at all the greasers.
"You can't get away with this," I pointed out. "It's a miracle no teachers have walked by,"
Bob sent David a nervous glance. I hadn't said it in a threatening way, I was actually just pointing it out. We were causing a pretty big scene, and it is quite surprising that no teacher has walked by. Then again, they would probably try to pretend like they didn't see the blade.
I winced a bit as David pressed the blade a bit harder to my throat. It wasn't too much harder, so you could tell he didn't mean to. Bob's gaze shifted to me, then back over to David. He seemed to glare a bit at David, but he didn't notice. I looked over at David and tried to read the expresion on his face. It was blank for a moment or two, but a smirk slowly began to form on his face.
"You're right," He agreed. "It is a miracle no teacher have walked by. But we will get away with it," He looked over to everyone that was looking at us. "If I find anyone following us, it's off with her head,"
"No, if you press any harder it's off with my head!" He had pressed a bit harder when he was talking and it was starting to get uncomfortable.
"So sorry," He said sarcastically and moved the blade so it wasn't pressing so hard against my neck. "Is that better princess?"
I gave him an annoyed look. "Stop calling me princess!" I demanded.
He didn't say anything for a few seconds and started walking towards the door. I followed him, obviously, because if I didn't he woud probably cut me by mistake. "It doesn't really look like you're in any posistion to be telling me what to do,"
Bob walked over beside me and gave me a conserned look. "You okay?" He whispered.
I nodded. "Yeah," I whispered back. "I'd be even better if this asshole didn't pull a blade on me in the first place,"
Randy was waiting outside and he smirked when he saw us. David still had the blade to my throat and I had a pissed off look on my face. Randy just shook his head and asked: "Was that really necessary, David?"
"You know me," He grinned. "I always gotta' make a dramatic exit!" He removed the blade from my throat and flashed me an apologetic grin.
I ignored David completely and turned to grin a Bob. "Thank you so much. You are my hero!" I laughed.
Bob smirked a bit and corrected me. "More like night in shining armor," I rolled my eyes and looked at David.
"You'd be my hero too, but you put the blade to my throat. Don't you think that was a bit extreme?" We started walking around aimlessly. There wasn't much to do in Tulsa, except watch movies and go to the Dingo. There was an arcade, but it was a greaser hang out, so we didn't go there.
David gave me serious look before he spoke. "I needed to do something a bit extreme to cover up your little reenactment from grade one! Do you really think you could do that and cover it up by just saying a few mean statements to each other?!"
I sighed. He had a point, a good one, actually. "Do you really think that we will be able to keep this a secret forever? I mean, someone's gonna find out aventually!"
"She had a point, guys," Randy piped in. "It's actually surprising no one knows yet,"
"Yeah, well I don't care if anyone finds out," Bob told him.
"Good, 'cause someone's gonna find out soon," I muttered.
"Yeah, when you guys start dating!" David joked.
I rolled my eyes and looked over at David. "Drop it. I do not like Bob," I sighed. "And people will probably figure it out when I don't show up at school with a bunch of bruises and some cuts,"
David shrugged and Randy looked amused. Bob looked behind us and tensed up a bit. He grabbed his flask out of his back pocket and drank some of his alcohol. "Or," He started. "Or when your brother realises that you're the girl walking with us," Bob must of noticed the confused look on my face, because he continued. "Candie, look behind us and tell me who you see,"
He had to be kidding me! I looked back and sure enough, Dally wasn't too far behind us, leaning on a tree. He had a disappointed look on his face and he lit a ciggarette. I sighed and stopped walking. So did Bob, Randy and David. Randy and David looked quite amused. To be honest, I kind of was too. I was some-what amused, and some-what scared.
"Hey Dal," I said and faked a grin. Dally glared, and I knew there was going to be trouble.
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