Thankyou to all my wonderful reviewers..and whoever else is reading this..Sorry in advance for the messed up format. is hating me today, so I had to copy and paste to put the chapter in and it left some HUGE gaps..which I deleted mostly. So um, review please and I'll love you forever! Also chech out the side story Where is Started. I've been writing a lot, so expect more updates with my lack of social life on the net...
No, I don't own an of this. Susie owns everyone except Billie.
Chapter 7
As soon as Mom left to go somewhere, I called Julie. I needed input for an outfit, and I knew she'd know. She was great at picking out outfits.
I picked up the phone and dialed her number, a number I've dialed too many times before, but never here. It rang twice before she picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Jewels?"
"Yes, this is-Bills?"
"Surprise!" She squealed really loud and I held the phone away from my ear.
"OMIGOD! What's up, girl? How's…Tulsa, right?"
I nodded, forgetting she couldn't see. "Yes and its ok."
"Meet any cute boys?" I chuckled, that was so typical of her to ask.
"Well…" She squealed again.
"Shut up! You got a boy? What's his name, is he cute?"
I blushed; I was glad she couldn't see me. "His name is Sodapop-yes that is his real name- and well, yeah. He asked me out for tomorrow night and…"
"…You need my expertise? Go with pink. It fits you better than any other color. I'd say that skirt you got for Christmas and the matching top. It's so cute. Oh! And your mom let you keep your hair long, right?"
"Yeah, she did. She didn't force me to cut it, 'cause most of the boys in Tulsa have long hair. Or, the ones I've seen anyways."
I pictured her wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Like, they're hippies? Like, their hair is all long and stringy and gross?"
I laughed. "No, it's long like, long for boys. They ain't hippies, Jewels. They just have long hair. Yes, I promise you mine is still long and I haven't cut it."
She usually went crazy whenever I got a haircut. She said my hair looked cute when I kept it long, which I try to do. But, then I end up getting annoyed at my hair when it starts to tickle my neck and I cut it again. It really annoys Julie because then I complain how much it sucks. But I think I've done okay this time, it touches my shoulders.
Of course, my mom's been easy on how I wear it now. Back before she and my dad divorced, if he saw it get long, he'd throw me over the shoulder and force me into the car, and without a choice, cut a majority of it off. He had this thing where if my hair touched my ear, it was too long. It was Crazy.
Of course, all the rules were on hold for Peter. But he got away with it because he had a girlfriend, and played football. It really sucked.
"Okay, good," Julie stated. "Curl the ends. You'll look adorable. Do that and put on some makeup, and you'll look great." She paused. "I have to go now; Ma's getting mad at me for runnin' up the bill. Later, Billsie."
"Bye Jewels." I hung up the phone, and went to my closet. There it was, the skirt and blouse I got last Christmas. It was pink, and Julie was right. It fit me perfectly and looked great. I pulled it out of my closet, laying in on the chair so that it wouldn't get wrinkled over night.
After that I got bored and went to bed. I awoke late in the day, almost afternoon to Mom calling me.
"Honey! Honey, are you up?"
I rubbed my eyes as Mom came into my room.
"Honey, work just called. I'm afraid I have to work a shift until midnight. Honey, I'm so sorry, will you be alright?
I nodded. That was perfect. Then, she didn't have to see me go on my date. "It's okay, Ma. I know you can't help it. Go to work; have fun."
She gave me a strange look and kissed my forehead. "Dinner's in the fridge! Love you!" I watched her leave and jumped out of bed to plan my outfit one last time.
I dug through the back of my closet before finding what I was looking for: a pair of white high-heeled shoes. I "borrowed" them from my mom, but she never knew. I put them on my foot, lacing them up and grinned at myself. They still fit.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and frowned. I didn't see how I could possibly look good, and I gave a pout, fussing with my hair. Julie said it looked cute the way it was, but I couldn't believe her. Not with it like this. The ends were all frizzed and it was starting to drive me crazy.
There was one thing I could do, and Julie would kill me. I pulled out the scissors from my desk and stared at them a minute before putting them up to the edge of my hair. I opened the blades to trim off the fuzzy ends when I heard a knock on the door. I jumped, causing me to mess up, cutting more than I wanted.
I panicked. A part of my hair was a little shorter than the rest, and it was obviously noticeable. I sighed, picking up the scissors again to even out the ends. When I finished, it looked ok. I brushed the ends out to make it look a little curly, and it did.
I went over to open the door to see who knocked. No one was there, I was being paranoid. I pulled on my skirt, hearing the knocking again. This time I opened the door to find Soda there.
"Hey Billie, you ready?"
I smiled at him as he stared at the pile of hair on the desk. He gave a confused look at me. "Is that your hair..?"
"Yeah," I said casually. "I was, um, fixing it." I looked at the floor avoiding his eye contact.
"You cut your hair for me?" He asked, and I bit on my lip. I didn't know how to answer. Yes, made me seem completely desperate, and no made me sound like I didn't care.
"It was getting messy," I said instead. "It was time."
"Looks nice," was all he said.
I beamed, proud of myself. He grabbed onto my arm and smile. "Ready to go?"
I nodded, following him out to his car. "This your car?" I asked him. It wasn't that nice.
"Yup, bought it for my sixteenth birthday. It may not be the fanciest, but it moves. Unlike Two-Bit's piece of crap."
I giggled. "His car should come with warning labels and health hazards. Live animals are kept in there."
Soda laughed. "Chipy ain't an animal…I don't think."
I laughed a little bit and blushed as Soda held the car door open for me. "Your chariot, Madame."
I turned redder, and played along. "Thank you kind sir."
He got into the driver's side and got ready to drive. I placed my hands on the radio, and he didn't seem to care. Elvis came on the radio and I didn't bother to change the song. I liked sitting here listening to the radio with Soda. It was peaceful.
We pulled into the drive-in and found a space. "What're they playing?" I asked eagerly.
He shrugged. "Some Disney movie, I think it's the one with the deer."
"Awwh! I loveBambi! Thumper is so cute. Do you want me to get some popcorn, Soda? I don't mind. It'll be quicker this way."
He looked hesitant of letting me get our popcorn. I could tell how he was raised: to cater to the woman. He didn't seem to argue as I went to the concession stand to get some snacks.
I stood in line to get us some cokes and popcorn as this guy came up to me.
"Hey baby," he said coolly. "You uh, are you lookin' for a good time?"
I bit on my lip. "No thank you." I moved forward in line to get our snacks, but he wouldn't leave me alone.
"You sure?"
I nodded. "I'm with someone."
He shifted his weight to one foot and pulled his pants up. "Why don't ya dump the zero, an' get with a real hero?"
I blushed. "No. Now if you excuse me, I have to go back to my date." I stepped away from him, walking back to the car as he kept following me. He pulled on my skirt following me. I felt my cheeks get hot as he kept on saying comments about my ass.
"Ya got a great ass, there, baby, but I don't see any tits. Ya got tits baby?"
My cheeks grew hotter as the tears leaked. I got back to the car when Soda saw me. "Billie? Bill, what's wrong?"
I didn't say words as the tears leaked, but he caught notice of the man that followed me. Soda pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back as we got in the car. We sat in the car with our popcorn and drinks as the movie started. Soda tried to use that "stretch and yawn" thing, and I just let him. I curled my head into the crook of his neck as the movie started, watching it from that position.
I jumped in the beginning of the movie when Bambi's mom got shot, I couldn't help but cry, also. Soda looked at me, and just let me curl in closer. I smiled, feeling face next to him.
During the middle of the movie he looked down at me and planted a kiss on my lips. I couldn't help but giggle and returned the favor to him. After that, we stopped watching the movie and kissed the rest of the night.
He was starting to get horny, I could tell. He wanted to fuck me, but I wasn't going to let that happen. He started to reach up to my skirt, and I backed away. "You ready?" he panted.
"No," I firmly stated. "I'm not ready Sodapop."
He looked a little hurt, and I can tell he's never been denied sex before. He zipped his jeans back up and spoke as maturely as he could, "If you want to wait, I'll wait with you."
I smiled and kissed his lips again. "Thank you, Soda. It'll be worth it, I promise."
I didn't tell him it was going to be a long time. He probably thought I wanted to wait until a few more dates.
When the movie ended, we went to get some ice cream then he took me home. He opened the car door for me and helped me out. I just stood there in the silence, waiting for him to walk me to the door, but he didn't.
He was fiddling with his hands, cracking his knuckles, being all nervous. "Hey Billie,….Can I ask you something?"
I bit on my lip. Questions like that never went well with me. He was probably going to ask why I don't have any tits, or why Ponyboy was asking me that question.
"What?" My eyes lowered, and my heart sunk. He was going to ask me something and then our friendship would be over. Most boys when they kissed me would then leave, saying how I kissed like a guy, all rough an' shit.
"Do you, y'know, want to be…."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Want to be what?"
"Mygirlfriend" he pushed the words together so I couldn't understand him.
"What was that?"
"My girlfriend," he said clearly.
A smile came to my lips as I kissed him.
"So is that a yes?"
I grinned. "Yes, Sodapop."
He walked me to the door, and kissed me one last time.
I finally felt like a normal girl.
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