Before I begin, this chapter is going to be rated M for mature.(or R depending on how your rating system works) However, it does play a part in the story, and a pretty important part for my character.

Chapter 3

Ponyboy left an hour ago with Johnny and Dally and they went off to the Double Feature. It felt weird to not be there, and to be sitting on my best friend's couch, while his older sister stood over me painting makeup on my face.

Literally, that's what she was doing. She had a brush in her hand and was putting way to much of everything on me. She said that it would make me more attractive and all sort of junk I didn't believe.

The makeup job was trashy-like she was. It was done too thick, and I felt like a clown. Melody told me that I would get used to the makeup job, and to just ignore it. I had no other sources to use as information for my makeup job, so I just assumed she was doin' everything right.

When she finished my makeup, she started to work on my wardrobe. She told me to pull my skirt up an extra inch, and to pull my blouse down lower. I did as I was told, feeling uncomfortable in the whole process.

I never have felt completely comfortable in my own appearance, and having Melody telling me what looked "right" and what looked "wrong" and what guys "liked" made me more apprehensive. She kept telling me all about the party and giving me "tips." She was telling me what was cool, what was not, who was hot, who was ugly, who is the "best," who to avoid, and the works. I'm pretty sure Darry would disagree with all she was saying and would say she was steering me in the wrong direction.

But then again, Darry ain't here.

"Sum," Melody began, "just follow my tips and I guaranteed you'll have a great night."

Melody was one of the few people, maybe perhaps the only person on the planet who called me "Summer" instead of "Misty." I don't know why she does, but ever since she found out my full first name, she started to call me Summer, which I dislike being called.

It was one of those situations where you can't change anything. She refuses to call me "Misty,"even though I tell her it's my real first name. After a while I got used to it, and now it doesn't seem so weird.

After all the uncomfortable primping and preparing, we-the three of us- headed out the door while Melody kept going on and on about all the wonders that could happen. "If he's ugly, just say no. My best bet is going after one of 'em rough lookin' guys, they're always great. Ain't that right, Justie?" She ruffled Justin's hair.

Justin winced at his older sister, smoothing the hair back into place. He had an annoyed look on his face. "For the last time, I didn't know it was a guy, okay?"

"Honey, there ain't nothin' wrong with crushin' on Sodapop Curtis. He's a doll."

I could feel my cheeks getting red, but not as red as Justin's. "For the last time, I never said I liked him, I just said he looked handsome. There's a difference,sis."

"Whatever, all I know is that one day Sodapop will be walkin' me home from the DX."

I didn't really know how to respond to this. I never do when it comes to people talking about my brothers in ways like that. I decided to play it safe. "You do know he um, he's taken right?"

She just laughed her annoying laugh. "I'm sorry dollface, didn't know you an' him was together."

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. I really hope she's joking. But in case she wasn't... "I don't think Soda's really into the whole incest thing. You dig?"

"Incest?" She looked confused, then went wide-eyed when she figured it out. "Oh, sorry 'bout that honey. Forgot you two was related."

We were about to walk into the building when Melody stopped me. "Don't forget hon, bigger is better." She winked at me, while my stomach did a flip-flop.

I really wish I didn't hear what I just did. "You know, I, uh, am fourteen. I don't know if I-"

"Relax kid, you'll be fine. Shoot, I was fourteen my first time, as was little devil, too." She pointed at Justin and that made me more embarrassed than ever. You just don't picture those things. It's just...wrong.

We walked into the party and the first thing I noticed was how loud the music was. It wasn't even good music. The radio had some Soc-like station playin' all the hits, and some one hadn't bothered to change the station.

I didn't know what to do as Justin and Melody went separate ways, so I just sorta stood by the wall. I was itchin' for a smoke, I was so nervous. I felt around for a pack to see if I had any on me; I didn't.

Damn you Ponyboy, I silently cursed to my brother, not knowing what else to do.

"Hey there, girlie, want a drink?"

I looked over at the guy with the extra plastic cup of liquid in his hand. I nodded; Hell, there's nothing else to do. I took a sip, and before I knew it, I was already on my third drink. Whatever it was I was drinking, sure was good.

I lost count of my drink-it sure as heck wasn't a Pepsi- I learned that after number six? Or was it seven? I forgot. I drank more and more, and before long, this guy came up to ask me a question. "Hey princess, how 'bout me and you-" He finished his sentence with a wink, and not a word.

"Okay," I replied, clearly not thinking. I think the drink was talking for me, but at the time I didn't know what he wanted, so I probably would've said yes to anything he asked.

He pulled me to the upstairs section of the house where only the "couples" went and laid me down of the bed. "Hold tight, princess." He kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his shirt.

Shit,shit,shit,shit, I thought to myself, are you an idiot or what? He wants to do it. I didn't reply to myself, and knew I was in way over my head. It was too late to say no now, and I knew if I did, the outcome wouldn't be pretty.

I did the only thing I could think of doing, and I squeezed my eyes shut as he pushed my skirt up higher than it was supposed to go. I thought that maybe if I kept them closed that I could convince myself it was a terrible dream and that I'd wake up and everything would be back to normal.

It wasn't working. My eyes were squeezed shut, and I knew what was going on, but the thought wasn't working. I was shaking so bad, I didn't know if I could ever stop. Whats-his-face must have noticed because he stopped for a minute. "Just relax there, baby girl," he said, trying to sooth me.

It wasn't working, and I was a nervous wreck.

Everyone I have ever known that has had sex(which is just some girls from school, really) has said how magical and how wonderful it was. What the fuck were they on? This hurt like hell. It wasn't magical, and it certainly wasn't glamorous.

The guy-I still wish I knew his name- hit something in me causing me to scream out in pain. "FUCKING SHIT!Ow! Damn, that hurts!" I winced in pain, and opened my eyes a tiny bit. It hurt keeping them shut so long.

I was disgusted at what I saw and squeezed my eyes back shut. Whoever he was must have had enough of me and stopped. He just shook his head and chuckled muttering something sounding an awful lot like "virgins."

I knew that voice. Being back into reality, made me realize that I have heard that voice before. I tried to picture the guy in my blurred vision, but he was, well, blurred.

Damn alcohol, I cursed, Ouch. I winced in pain. They never mentioned this part in health class. Boy, was I gonna be sore in the mornin'.

I mentally forced myself to walk to the mirror in the bathroom. I once heard a girl say that you feel like an entirely new person after your first time. Staring at my reflection in the mirror didn't make me feel like a different person. Sure, my makeup was running, and I was all sweaty and my hair was a mess, but I didn't feel any different. In fact, I felt stupid, foolish, horrible-if it means bad, you know it's how I felt.

I touched the features on my face. The person in the mirror looked like me, but it couldn't be. The person in the mirror was disgusting. I certainly wasn't disgusting. Then, reality hit. The person staring back was me, and I didn't like it one bit.

I found myself in almost a moments notice, with my head in the toilet, puking up everything in my body. I don't know if it were an act of the alcohol, or of my disgust in myself, or both. When I finished I stared back into the mirror, and still wasn't pleased with myself.

I heard a pound on the door and quickly flushed the toilet, scampering out of the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of the guy pounding on the door and felt my heart sink as he spoke to me. "That bad, 'ey princess?"

I knew I knew that voice. I knew I knew him from somewhere. I blinked, trying to figure out who that was.

Oh, shit.

I just had sex with one of my brother's friends. And shit, as my memory came back in the bits and pieces lost, I realized I just fucked Curly fucking Shepard.

I didn't know what to do, all I knew is that I just wanted to go home. I wanted to curl up in my bed, or on the sofa and just not face reality. Reality being I just did itwith some guy that hangs around with Ponyboy.

I feel sick.

I quickly walked back into the main room scanning for Justin. I found him somewhere, I can't remember where exactly, and pulled him towards me. "Hey girl, there's plenty 'o Justiecakes to go 'round. Wait 'er turn."

He was borderline drunk.

"Jus'in" I hissed, not realizing how drunk I really was. "Hey, hey Jusssin!"

He turned around, and met his drunken eyes with mine. "Missy?"

I nodded, and I know I must have looked desperate. "I want to go home."

He could see the tears forming in my eyes, and drunk or sober, I knew he couldn't tolerate crying girls. He didn't hesitate in griping my arm, walking me out of the building, and down the street. We hit the street before mine when I lost it. I broke down, and confessed everything.

"Jussin," I cried out, "Me an', an', we-hic-,we-he-I swear!" I was bawling buckets. And to say Sodapop's the bawl baby.

He tried calming me down. "Explain again."

"I-it was an accident! Don't tell Pony, pleasedon't tell Pony. Or Darry. Or anyone from that matter."

He stopped in the middle of the street, and stared directly into my green-gray eyes, "Misty, tell me. What happened?"

I twisted a lock of hair nervously while I felt myself going weak. "Me an', me an'," I stuttered the first half before Justin slapped my back, as if to get the rest out of me. "Me an' Curly Shepard did it!" I cried, completely ashamed.

Justin looked at me funny, as if to say 'that's it?' He was about to on about how it wasn't a big deal when I spat the rest out to him. "I,I-Justin, that's my brothersfriend! They hang out together, and tha's like, ew! Can you imagine how the conversation could go? 'Yea, I nailed your sister' Can you imagine what could happen if Darry finds out? What about-" I gasped at a horrible thought. "I could! Oh no, Justin, I'm too young! I can't have-!"

He rubbed my shoulder trying to relax me. "It's alright, you'll be fine. So," His eyes narrowed in their slits and he grinned deviously, "How was it?"

"That's the worst part!" I cried out, "I-I didn't even like it!"

He just chuckled at me. "Maybe you're a queer or somethin'."

I rolled my eyes; I wasn't in the mood for jokes.

He let out a sigh as we reached my house. "You're home. Go to sleep now."

I got home before Soda came home from his date, and I didn't even bother to look at Darry. I was too tired, and I curled up in my bed, falling asleep. I heard some loud noise later that night, like Darry screaming, but I couldn't tell if Darry was screaming, or I was imagining it.

I heard a door slam, but I'm pretty sure I dreamed that. Of course, I quickly learned the next day what really happened.

Eep, this chapter marks the beginning of "Misty's downfall" and was sorta fun to write. And so you know, this marks the beginning of a very "unique" sisterfic.