Howdy; I'm a bit depressed lately. Blame the Outsiders. Best book ever: You must read it! It makes me think a lot about death, about life, about people, fights, love, hate, strength. I hate thinking prolly why college is gettin' so hard. I hope my depression doesn't bleed over into my writing but I've got no luck so yeah. Please enjoy!

DBG- I need to make a list about stuff i want done in my life! :D One is to watch ALL of Matt Dillon's works- ever! :D

Also: I NEED AN RP!! ANYONE?!

CHAPTER 20
"In Which there are Kidnaps and Invitations"

"I'm tellin' ya, Petey! Somethin's up!" Jimmy exclaimed "Somethin's up!"

"What are you talking about now?" Pete sighed, leaning his forehead ruefully against his knees as they sat on the front steps of the main building. School had just let out and Jimmy and Pete weren't too sure what to do with themselves that night. Jimmy was all for going to Come Hither and purchasing illegal magazines- but Pete refused. Then Jimmy went off on evil scheme's and shifty eyes that was when Pete stopped listening. Jimmy had gotten really paranoid lately and, honestly, it was easy to listen to charasmatic Gary rant but Jimmy was another matter, he wasn't as clever.

"I'm talkin' 'bout, Pete!" he spat, "Why haven't the cliques been fightin'? Its nearly Christmas and there're usuall some rumors goin' around!" he huffed, "I haven't heard a thing from Christy that she was spouting last year. Poor girl's probably gone into gossip-withdrawal! I'm tellin' ya, Prete, somethin's up!"

Pete sighed, "I am very, VERY happy that the Preps haven't ganged up on the Greasers- or the Jocks haven't picked on the Nerds! The only ones underpressure seem to be the Freshman and thats only from the Bully's! Please- stop questioning it! Maybe they've grown up!"

"You're underestmating the magnitude of this problem!" Jimmy shouted, earning stares from passing students and Pete wished he could disappear, "Gary-fuckon-Smith is a GREASER! I dunno about you but I think Johnny is the most unstable clique boss in the whole school! I don't want scheming-monkey Gary to fill his empty little head with plots!"

"Johnny has a new girlfriend, he's too busy with her to even talk to Gary!" Pete huffed, "Jimmy you're just being paranoid! There's nothing wrong here!"

"Yes there isssssss!!" Jimmy howled and this time people didn't look- they ran like the Devil himself was at their heels! Pete's face was red- he felt the heat rising to his ears

"Kowalskiii!" bellowed two deep voices

Pete looked up, and huffed, "Oh what now?! I- EEP!"

Lucky DeLuca and Hal Espisito were holding the pink-shirted boy high in the air. They looked at Jimmy who returned a blank, confused stare and there was silence. Finally Hal cleared his throat and spoke to Jimmy very formally.

"We have to take him, sir, he's been asked for"

"Uhm.. well, go ahead" Jimmy shrugged- if Pete thought it was so safe let him go with the psychotic, under-Gary's-indirect-control, stinky, loud, annoying Greasers. Serves him right- Jimmy justified it.

"J- J- Jiimmmyyyy!!" Pete cried flailing

At the same time Hal and Lucky bellowed: "WE WERE NOT LOOKING UP HER SKIRT!"

"N- never said y- you did.." Pete whimpered as the two began to run quite uncouthly away from the other boy who watched them evenly and then sighed. Poor Pete. He was probably going to be sacraficed to the God of Oil so all the Greasballs got good grades this year.

"Erhem." someone coughed behind him, and he turned, seeing Gord

"Hey Gord" he greeted nonchalantly as the other boy sat down

"Hello Jimmy," Gord smiled. "Hear about the dance?"

Jimmy noded, "M'yeah."

"Are you going, old Bean?" he smiled

Bean? Jimmy made a face, but played along: "No. Not this year. Why?"

"Just asking. Jimmy, how would you feel about attneding a tea party at the Harrington house?"

"Tea party?" Jimmy asked, "Naw, I think I'll pass."

"But you must, chap, you must!" Gord begged, "D- Derby even told me to give this to you!" he handed him the engraved inviation. Jimmy took it and realized how important it must have been if they bothered to get engraved invitations, the words: We, The Preps, Invite Thee, James Hopkins, to the Harrington House, for a Spot of Tea, See You Then, Old Chap! in slick, gold cursive. He sighed, well now he had to go or he'd feel quilty.

"Fine" he sighed, "See you tomorrow night then"

"Splendid!" Gord hopped up and ran away. Jimmy sighed, Pete had got stollen by some Greasers and he had a tea party to attend. What the hell was he supposed to wear to a tea party?

I hope you enjoy this :D Things are winding down now.

I think the story will end them on Christmas Break but I'm not so sure. What do you think? Need opinions! Thanks.