This is the disclaimer I forgot on the first chapter: I don't own Grease.
Whatever.
One Year Later
The blue shirts go in the top drawer, or is that the red shirts? Rizzo opened the drawer. Red shirts it is. She was going to be late with dinner again tonight. As she slammed close the door, she felt the infant kick inside her. The other day, on the street, she had passed a man in green with a woman walking a small dog. She hadn't paid them any notice until she heard a name that she hadn't heard in a long, long time.
"Rizzo?"
Rizzo turned. These days, everyone pretty much called her Roxanne or Mrs. Chisum. She hadn't heard the name Rizzo since Marty had stopped calling. Standing behind her was a man she hardly recognized. His black hair was cropped close around his temples and he was very muscular and strong. His eyes were a much sharper blue than Rizzo remembered them being.
"Is that you? I thought Frenchy had said something about you in beauty college with her."
"Guess not, Zuko."
The man in green grinned, a much more attractive grin than the one of Rizzo's memories. "So you do remember me. Of course you do. I mean, who can forget the great Danny Zuko?"
"Still cocky as a rooster, huh?"
At this moment, the woman with the poodle, who had been entirely forgotten about, broke in. "Daniel, honey, who is this woman?"
Danny winced at the sound of his wife's voice. "This is." He had trouble finding words to describe Rizzo with. ".an old friend from high school, Rizzo." As if this was a good enough explanation for her, he eagerly turned back to Rizzo. "This is my wife, Betty. I just got released from the army, and we're going to move back to old Rydell. But what's up with you, Riz? Looks like you've been knocked up pretty bad."
Rizzo was, in fact, six months pregnant. "That's Mrs. Tom Chisum to you." Rizzo braced herself for his reaction.
"Chisum? You married Tom Chisum?! That dumb-as-a-brick that went out with Sandy for a while? What possessed you to do that?"
"Let's go, honey," said Betty tensely.
Danny looked from Rizzo to Betty and back. As Betty pulled him away, he said "Okay. Okay, you don't have to pull me. Rizzo, I'll be seeing you around."
As Rizzo folded laundry, alone, she thought of the perplexed look in those sharp, intelligent eyes.
One Year Later
The blue shirts go in the top drawer, or is that the red shirts? Rizzo opened the drawer. Red shirts it is. She was going to be late with dinner again tonight. As she slammed close the door, she felt the infant kick inside her. The other day, on the street, she had passed a man in green with a woman walking a small dog. She hadn't paid them any notice until she heard a name that she hadn't heard in a long, long time.
"Rizzo?"
Rizzo turned. These days, everyone pretty much called her Roxanne or Mrs. Chisum. She hadn't heard the name Rizzo since Marty had stopped calling. Standing behind her was a man she hardly recognized. His black hair was cropped close around his temples and he was very muscular and strong. His eyes were a much sharper blue than Rizzo remembered them being.
"Is that you? I thought Frenchy had said something about you in beauty college with her."
"Guess not, Zuko."
The man in green grinned, a much more attractive grin than the one of Rizzo's memories. "So you do remember me. Of course you do. I mean, who can forget the great Danny Zuko?"
"Still cocky as a rooster, huh?"
At this moment, the woman with the poodle, who had been entirely forgotten about, broke in. "Daniel, honey, who is this woman?"
Danny winced at the sound of his wife's voice. "This is." He had trouble finding words to describe Rizzo with. ".an old friend from high school, Rizzo." As if this was a good enough explanation for her, he eagerly turned back to Rizzo. "This is my wife, Betty. I just got released from the army, and we're going to move back to old Rydell. But what's up with you, Riz? Looks like you've been knocked up pretty bad."
Rizzo was, in fact, six months pregnant. "That's Mrs. Tom Chisum to you." Rizzo braced herself for his reaction.
"Chisum? You married Tom Chisum?! That dumb-as-a-brick that went out with Sandy for a while? What possessed you to do that?"
"Let's go, honey," said Betty tensely.
Danny looked from Rizzo to Betty and back. As Betty pulled him away, he said "Okay. Okay, you don't have to pull me. Rizzo, I'll be seeing you around."
As Rizzo folded laundry, alone, she thought of the perplexed look in those sharp, intelligent eyes.