A Happy Holidays Update! Hope everyone is having a great Holiday season.
Disclaimer: I swear to you S.E. Hinton is not tied up in my closet. Nope! I didn't steal her, and I don't claim to steal her work. This is all hers, except for Marilyn Richards. Now please read, review, and tell me what you want!
-Pony's POV-
I'm not too sure I like the idea of this rumble. The Greasers are kinda low in numbers right now, and I'm not too sure it's a good idea for some of my buddies to get mixed up when they're already a mess. It sure was weird to see Dal take a swing at Steve. Now Steve and I don't always get along, but he's my buddy just the same. I know Soda was pissed too. And Lynie ran out after Dal, so I guess there'll be a lot of yellin' and blood soon. 'Specially since Steve ran after them. I thought over all this as we walked to Buck's place.
"Pony, you okay back there?" Darry called to me. I had stopped paying attention and had fallen behind, again. Lots of times lately I just didn't use my head. Darry keeps telling me daydreamin' won't get me anywhere, but sometimes I don't think I'm goin' anywhere anyhow.
"We're gonna need this rumble. Dallas did not look too happy, and Steve has the temper of a firecracker." Two-Bit piped up. Soda looked worried.
"Who wants to bet that Lynie is the one who wipes the street with both of them?" Soda muttered. Most other guys would have laughed at the thought of a girl sockin' one of the guys so good, but Marilyn Richards was one tuff chick. Tough and tuff; tough that she could handle her own in a fight, and tuff 'cause she could dig things the other guys couldn't get. She didn't pick on me for my daydreaming, either. Part of me had wanted to warn her, since I had noticed the rift between my two buds for the past few days now, but I kept forgettin' to speak up.
I sure hoped Dal and Steve would be easy on Lyn's nerves, what with all the jealousy.
-Lyn's POV-
"Lynie, I had to find you before Dallas did. I had to tell you." He pulled me against him and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me. At first I didn't know what to do, my brain slipped into shock. There was no way I was kissing Steve Randle, one of the guys I had grown up with and had gotten into fights with since I was six years old. But then something clicked and it felt so right, so I closed my eyes and gave in. Damn temptation!
"What the fuck are you doing?" I felt Steve groan before he grew taut and pulled away in frustration. I flinched and tried to keep my eyes shut, but I knew I had better diffuse this situation before it got out of hand.
Dallas Winston stood, glaring at us. If I thought he had been hateful beforehand, the pure venom that nearly dripped from his eyelids now just about chilled my blood.
"I was kissing her, Winston." Steve growled, startling me enough to make me realize I'd better jump down from the jungle gym. In two steps I came between both of them, and all of the pain, confusion and anger that I had been feeling the past few days swelled in the back of my eyes and before I knew what was happening, I was screaming for dear life.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO BE ANGRY WHEN I KISS SOMEONE? AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I NEED YOU TO PROTECT ME?" I went off. I felt myself slip and there was no going back. Both of the guys stared at me, shell shocked.
"I am so sick and tired of both of you!" And with that, I turned on my heel, and ran away for the second time that week. I ran, but I had no idea where I was going. Part of me didn't even care anymore. I just wanted to run away from the hurt in Dally's eyes and the heat that ran through my body when Steve kissed me.
-Steve's POV-
"WHAT DO YOU THINK GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO BE ANGRY WHEN I KISS SOMEONE! AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I NEED YOU TO PROTECT ME?" Lyn screamed, turning back and forth between us. I felt myself turn red in shame and anger. Since when was it a crime to care about someone? And how did she know that I wanted to protect her, especially from the rep of my bud, Dally. Damn woman. I don't think I'll ever understand 'em!
I watched her as she ran away, heading away from the Curtis', the lot, and the rest of our turf. Part of me wanted to run after her. I know how Shepard's boys can get. Hell, I know how most of the other Greasers are, more than ever when there's a hot girl runnin' by on her own. Before I could go though, Dally grabbed me and I turned to face him.
"So you got a thing for Richards too, huh?" He growled, his eyes veiled by his dark eyelashes.
"I guess you ain't a woofin'." I nodded grimly, finally admitting it to someone. Ah hell, there was no getting out of it now.
"I could beat your face in for taking advantage of her like that." I frowned and felt the anger coming back.
"Taking advantage of her, what the hell are you talking about Winston?" I could feel myself start to tense up and take a swing.
"You knew she was hurtin' today, and yet you still made a move on her!"
"You think I planned to kiss her after she was in a fight? Oh yeah, 'cause then she'd be too tired to beat my head in? Man, where the hell do you get these ideas?" I bellowed. I didn't want to fight him anymore, all of a sudden. I just wanted to go find Lyn. I was hoping above all hopes that she wasn't pissed with me for kissing her in the first place.
And I was really hoping that she wasn't disappointed that I kissed her before Dally.
-Dally's POV-
I watched him walk away, heading towards Buck's place. I figured it'd be better for him to work out that frustration on a couple of Socs' heads rather than mine. I was still irate that he had beat me to kissing Marilyn.
I was still angry. Why did she run off on her own? That broad may be tough, but she's still a broad. Who knew what the Greasers or the Socs would do to her if they caught her tonight?
And why wasn't she going to get in on the rumble and help us out? I don't think she's ever turned down a rumble before. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I was starting to feel scared.
I'm sorry if this chapter is a bit shorter. I just felt that in the flow of the storyline, this was a great place to put in a break.
-INTERMISSION-
