She likes the taste of Captain Morgan,

Cigarettes, oh, she adores them.

Give a Damn - A Rocket To The Moon

Chapter Eleven

Houston Cassidy

"Hey, Texas?"

"Yeah, Two?" I replied, I was sprawled out on the Curtis couch. My head was on Steve's lap, and my feet were laid on Two-Bit. The rest of the boys (except Darry, he was still out roofin', bless his soul) were crowded on the floor.

"Wanna go to the Dingo tomorrow, with me? I was gonna go get boozed up but I ain't feelin' it anymore."

"Never thought I'd see the day Keith Mathews didn't want to drink 'til he was pissed. But, I'd love to go with ya, Two-Bit."

Two-Bit grinned, obviously happy he didn't have to have dinner alone. I had nothing else to do, Pony Dally & Johnny were all going to the double. I hadn't been invited—I know awesome—but Two-Bit had so I didn't get why he just didn't go with them. But I sure wasn't complaining by no means, company is company.

"And then maybe after we finish eatin' we could sneak through the gate and finds us some action, yeah?" I chuckled, I knew that would come up sometime.

"Yeah, sure." Total lie. I had eyes for a certain blonde bad-boy.

My eyes flashed down at the floor, at Dallas. Only to see he was already looking at me. Our eyes locked and a faint smile appeared on my face, god, I was soft.

"Hey, Dally, you wanna hunt some action too?" I secretly winked at him and he laughed. The rest of the gang thought it was an innocent excuse to hang out; except good 'ol Sodapop who knew everything and was now chuckling to himself. Idiot.

"Sure thing, Houston. I'll be joinin ya, I guess."

Me and Two-Bit sat in one of those lumpy uncomfortable booths. The waitress, surprisingly, was some Soc chick. Even from across the room you could hear here groaning to her co-worker about how she didn't want to serve 'The Two-Bit Mathews and The Houston Cassidy. Their like the same person but with different genitals!' I choked on my own spit when I heard it, cracking up, and Keith there howled with laughter.

The blonde waitress made her wave over to our booth with a scowl on her face (curse her luck, man, she's blonde, too). She was defiantly not impressed by us two. Well, screw it, I didn't fancy the pants off her either.

"What can I getcha, Greasers?"

I scoffed was she serious? That's how she wanted to keep her job, insulting her customers? I restrained myself from saying anything nasty, though. I just walked in and there was no need for a scene yet. Blondie was probably tryin' to get us kicked out anyway. I'm a reasonable person, with a reasonable temper but Little Miss Soc was a bitch.

"I'll have a burger, fries and a beer." Two-Bit answered the waitress.

"Same here," I decided, closing my menu and handing it to her. I don't even know why I took it—I knew I would just end up getting a burger. Blondie scribbled down our orders on her notepad. She smiles at us but it was sickly sweet.

"I'm afraid I have to ask, girl, are you of the age to be drinkin'?"

I inwardly groaned, the last time some asked me if I 'was of age' was when I was fourteen, but the thought of her being a goody-two-shoes soc slipped my mine. The worst thing was I couldn't even lie, she knew who I was from her rant earlier.

"Jesus Christ," I mumbled "Just change it to a coke."

Two-Bit chuckled to himself, and I glared. I needed to stop hanging out with Two-Bit so much, honestly, when did I really ever hang out with the Curtis gang? Sure, we've been friends since I was in diapers but once we hit teen years we had our different groups. I hung out with the Shepard's and my group of girls and occasionally met up with someone from the Curtis gang to kill some time. This past month, it was like them, them, them all the time. I didn't hate it—infact it was great. It was just different, I was surrounded by a group of guys all the time when I was usually chatting about make-up and movie stars with girlfriends, not smoking and playing poker with a bunch of boys.

Blondie came back with our food and drinks on a tray, Two-Bit flirted with her shamelessly (her ears were red and everything) and she carefully laid our meals down in front of us. When she finally left I glared at her back. It was a fucking scary glare, if I do say so myself, and if she turned around I think she would have jumped out of her skin. Too bad she didn't turn around. Blondie swung the kitchen door open and went in, I sighed in relief and reached into my leather jacket pulling out a silver flask, filled to the rim with my love, Captain Morgan. Not even a certain Dallas Winston could compete with Morgan. I unscrewed the lid and happily poured the majority of it into my Coke.

"You're horrible," Laughed Keith "Defiantly a greasy girl, you are."

"Shut-up." Was my witty comeback. My quick thinking and smarts was out of this world, I tell ya.

The Dingo, was a popular hang-out out so it filled up fast. Greasers & Socials alike piled in and a nod was exchanged between me and Keith; time to go. Our food was finished and we ran out the door. Dine and Dash was the way to go. I caught Blondie's name after it was Marissa—and there was no way I was paying that candyass bitch. She didn't even get me a beer! I had to use my 'emergency' Captain Morgan. I'd complain to the owner, Jim Dawe but the old man wasn't too fond of me. I may or may not have worked at the Dingo before and I may have or may not have set fire the kitchen which led to the diner closing for a good few months. Ever since that incident (which may or may not have happened) good 'ol Jimmy hates my guts, and I sure get a kick outta messing with him whenever possible but under these circumstances he'd most likely take Marissa's side and I'd have to pay for the god awful service. Fuck that, man.

Two-Bit and I scuffed down the road laughing obnoxiously loud like the drunks we are 'til we reached the drive-in. The line to get in looped right around the gates, I laughed at the folks in line. Who knew people actually wait in that line.

I ran my fingers along the chain link fences as we walked to the little hole where we always snuck in. It was commonly used and everyone on the east side knew exactly what part of the fence it was so it was surprising it wasn't covered up, it'd been there for years.

Two-Bit crawled in first, and as soon as he was in and slid in behind him, not s gracefully, the ends of my blouse got ripped on the sharp edges of the broken metal. I grunted and pulled my way through, no use being careful anymore the shirt was already ripped.

"Fuck you too, fence." I mumbled to myself. I had the be the most unluckily person ever. This was my favourite shirt, it was blue, and it was nice…

"Y'know, you look like a slut with your shirt like that." Grins Two-Bit.

"Y'know, you look like a fucking pedophile grinning like that. You're seriously creepy, go find some chick to shack up and leave me alone. I've spent too much time with you today."

"But—"

"Go away, Keith Mathews!"

"Yes, ma'am."

And he walked away, laughing. I really need to hang out with my girlfriends more. I think maybe a certain boy with the last name Winston had something to do with my very frequent appearances with the gang. And that's who I was looking for now, stumbling through the rows of seats trying to pick his blonde hair out from the crowd. It was the easiest way to find him, no one else had hair that blonde, Dallas was original without even tryin'.

I spotted him, but I spotted the red head he was sitting next to first. Her fiery red hair and his blonde hair clashed together making them stick out like a sore thumb. I growled to myself, he was sitting by Cherry Valance? I despised that Soc. She was all about her image—it was sickening. She acts all sweet and nice but if another Social comes along it's like you're the bane of her existence. Plus, I still kinda hold a grudge against her for the incident from when we were ten not that I'd ever admit that to anyone, they'd just make fun of me.

Dallas was talking to Cherry and you could see her becoming very uncomfortable, which meant he was defiantly 'flirting' with her. I surge of jealous went through me, but I shook off. Don't be insecure Houston, I tried to convince myself, he loves you, right? I liked to think what he was saying the truth when he said so. But the reality was I was an all to insecure girl who acted like she was tough shit.

"Leave her alone, Dal." Johnny told Dallas standing up. The words shocked me a bit, Johnny standing up to Dallas. Dallas must've been saying something really disgusting and crude.

"What'd you say?" Dally seethed.

"C'mon, you heard me, leave her alone." You could tell Johnny's confidence was faltering, with Dallas's glare firmly on him. But I gave props to Johnny; standing his ground and all.

"What'd you say, you little shit? What'd you say to me? Wise ass." And then Dally just stormed off. Typical. Dallas didn't like to be told off, and obviously the guy had some temperamental issues that he needed to sort out. Man had a hard life, who didn't around here?

Boo hoo his daddy didn't care. Boo hoo his poor mothers dead. I've heard that story before. Going to jail at a young age isn't that uncommon either.

Jesus Christ, its funny how one little thing can piss me off so much. I ran after Dallas and caught up with him outside the drive-in.

"What's your problem, Dallas? You didn't need to yell at Johnny. You probably were the one who need to shut-up knowing your dirty mouth."

"Don't start on me now, too, Houston. I was just foolin' around. He was getting wise. I put him in his place. Shut the fuck up." He ordered.

"You're a dumbass."

"You look slutty."

"You look dumb."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you right back, asshole." I said with and smile on my face. And he smiled back for once.

Also, as if smiling wasn't unDallas Winston like enough, he grabbed hold of my hand. The smallest gesture made my heart flutter a tiny bit. But I played it off like it was normal, giving his rough hands a light squeeze.

Walking around the streets of Tulsa we must've looked like such a mismatched couple. My dark brunette hair, his pale blonde. His bright, bright blue eyes and emerald green ones. Also our eight inch height difference. We must've looked odd to an on looker.

We walked for a while and ended up on some dark road, which was ridden of people. The whole walk was silent until now. But it hadn't been awkward; it had been kind of relieving from all the bickering we usually do.

Standing in the dark, I had the urge to kiss him. Not heavily make-out, just a kiss so I did. I stood on tip on my toes and kissed him fully on the lips. I wasn't a very bold person, so this new found confidence shocked him but he quickly responded.

No matter how frilly, girly or extremely stupid this sounded to me, but every time I kissed Dallas I got lost doing so. It wasn't the same as when I kissed Curly or other flings I've been in. Dallas held me tighter, pulled me in closer and it all seemed to last longer. Thoughts like these made me feel fucking stupid, imagine if I voiced them? Dallas would probably laugh and call me an idiot broad. I'd never think of saying something like that out loud, I'd seem like a Soc or a clingy girlfriend, some dumb broad from a romance novel. But I guess in my head I could think whatever I wanted, on the outside I could still be that touch chick.

His hands made their way up my shirt and mine were planted firmly on his waist-line. And his mouth attacked mine leaving heated kisses. My legs soon wrapped around his waist and he propped my up, my arms now entangled in his hair.

"You're so sexy." Dallas murmured against my lips, making me smile. Most girls might have been appalled and much rather "You're beautiful." Or "You're gorgeous". But coming from Dallas Winston "You're Sexy" was the equivalent.

"Well isn't this just the cutest thing."

My head snapped around, and Dallas all but dropped me. Coming out from the alley way was Tim Shepard, no scratch that a very angry Tim Shepard.

"Tim." I gave him 'the nod'.

"Houston! How's it going? I heard you dumped my 'lil bro." Awkward.

"Er, yeah. Sorry?" He let out a throaty laugh.

"Don't worry, doll. I'm not here to pick a bone with you, what you do with your personal life that's not my business. I've got some beef with that dickhead behind ya." I laughed this time, of course he did.

"What the hell did this idiot do this time?" Dallas groaned from behind me.

"Slashed my fucking tires! Curly just got 'em put on and this ass goes and slashes 'em. Broke his blade though, serves him right." Tim ranted on.

"Well I'll let you two sort this out. But don't either of you whip out a weapon or I'll be back to beat both your asses. Got it?"

"Got it." They said in usion.

How was this? The next chapter is a fight/action chapter and as you may know, I'm really insecure about my writings especially when I write new things that are out of my comfort zone. This whole story is out of my comfort zone and I love your reviews that make me happy so thanks guys and please leave some more? And my oh mighty you're so sweet and I loved your reviews here and Erase My Mind! xx

AND OHMYGOD I LOVE DALLAS WINSTON SO MUCH & JUST THE 60's WHY WAS I BORN IN THE 90'S LIFE IS UNFAIR WHY COULDN'T I GROW UP IN THE 60'S AND HAVE PRETTY BLONDE-HEADED BABIES WITH A CERTAIN AMERICAN GREASER.

Sorry, needed to let it out. Fan-girl mode: off ~Lee