Disclaimer: I just got bubble gum from the store near my house, and this popped into my head. (Notice that all of my stories do pop into my head) So now, I am chewing gum and writing a fic when I am supposed to be doing math homework. (Don't tell anyone) Vince McMahon owns the WWF, and the WWF stars own themselves. I own Kelly and Jessica.
A/N: I am read angst and drama fics. I write, ushy gushy mushy romantic fics. One day, I hope I can write a pure angst fic.
Summary: Um, ok. I played around with the pair in my mind and I finally decided on one I think you will enjoy. What is it? Well, read the fic. And don't forget to review.
"Convenient Store Convenience"
Chapter One- 1978
"So, Debra, are you gonna do the dare?" Kelly asked her friend. Debra turned back to her friends and shook her head. "I mean, these games are cool, but, I don't know if that's right."
Jessica rolled her eyes. "Debra, you are so chicken! This is Texas in 1978! They don't hang people anymore." Debra turned her attention back to the store counter. A pack of bubble gum waited on the counter for only a dime. Debra's dare was to swipe it when the cashier didn't notice.
"Guys, I can't." Debra stomped her foot on the marble floor. "You guys can, but…" Jessica pushed Debra aside. "Look, Debbie. If you want to hang with us, then do what we tell you. Don't you want to be apart of the group?" Debra shrugged. "Kelly, back me up…" Kelly shook her head. "Hell no, Debra! Do it or we're gonna swipe it and say you did it. So either way, you're in trouble."
Debra turned towards the door. "Not if I leave." Jessica grabbed her left arm and Kelly grabbed her right arm. "Well, you're not going to. So do it. I got a baton in my bag that I know how to use. It hurts like a bat." She reached toward her bag, and Debra started to sob. She wanted to scream, "HELP ME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" but the words just wouldn't come.
"What the hell are you doing, you little bitches?" A teenage boy, about the same age was Debra, stepped out of the shadows. He had blonde hair, and an oval shape face. His leather vest clearly said that you would not want to mess with him. He spoke with a clear southern accent, like Debra.
Kelly and Jessica dropped Debra. "Damn. What the hell do you want Steve? We just trying to make this young lady here part of the gang." Steve sighed. He took out a glass bottle from his own bag. "Look, you little- Aw, shit. That word is too delicate for this girls' ears. Just get out of here."
Jessica and Kelly gave the finger to Steve, and ran. "Thanks, Mr." Debra said as she got up. "Aw, shucks. Now you gonna make me blush. But I ain't no Mr. I am the same age as you. Fourteen, right?" Debra nodded. "Fifteen in a month. Do you know those girls?"
Steve made a face. "Know them? Hell yeah. I used to go to school with them, before they got expelled. They nasty little witches. So what were they trying to get you to do?" Debra sighed. "Steal some bubble gum here cause I ain't got no dime on me." The cashier bent down to tie his shoelaces and Steve took the gum that Debra was talking about and gave it to her. "Now go."
Debra smiled, took the gum, and ran. She waited outside the grocery store door for Steve. "Thanks, Steve, is it?" Steve nodded. "Yeah. What's yours?" Debra blushed. "Debra. But everyone calls me Debbie." Steve smiled. "Not me. Debra is a to pretty a name to shorten."
Debra blushed. She liked this boy, even if he was a bad one. He seemed nice to her, even though Debra was totally the opposite of bad. Not taking the gum proved it. "Steve, why you looking down at the ground? Am I that ugly?" Debra asked. Steve shot up. "What? Oh, no! I look at the ground whenever I see a pretty face. I melt and that ruins my bad boy image, so that's why I look down."
Debra bit her lip. "Mushiness is alright with me." Steve grinned. "You're not bad for a goody two shoes, Debra." Steve said. He motioned towards his bicycle, although it didn't look anything like a bicycle. It was all black and the wheels were extremely big. It had two very large handles and no pedals, either. It looked like a Harley. "I am too young for a Harley," Steve said as Debra got on. She laughed.
"So, where do you live?" Steve asked her. Debra pointed. "There." It was across the street. "Nuts," Steve said. "I am trying to limit my swearing around you. But want me to take you for a ride around the block? I live around here, too."
Debra nodded. All of a sudden, she stiffened. She was really nervous now. She liked this guy, or had some feelings for him, and now what? "Aw, you got nervous on me. Damn it. All the girls have done that." Debra was impressed by his ability to read her mind. "Sorry, I just… This is… Oh, gosh…" Debra mentally kicked herself. How come she was so outspoken but when it came to guys she was attracted to she just crumbled like a sandcastle.
"Gosh? Boy, you are a real Texan girl. Don't worry. If you want the way to my heart, you just gotta act bad to the bone. Now, if you want this to be an 'actual' Harley, you just gotta put your arms around my waist." Debra breathed heavy. Steve noticed and chuckled. "Come on, Debra. Get fresh with me." He teased. Hesitantly, Debra put her arms around his waist. As she did, she got this feeling. And it felt good. She held on tighter. "Ain't you gonna wear a helmet?" She asked, concerned.
Steve sneered. "Taking risks is part of being bad. Ready to rock and roll?" He asked. Debra laid her head on his back; her arms still around Steve. "Ready." As they rode around the block, Debra couldn't get that intense feeling she had out of her mind. She felt it when Steve dropped her off, and she felt it when he kissed her on the cheek.
Then it hit her as she was going up to her apartment. She just didn't have feelings, she just didn't think he had a nice waist, SHE WAS IN LOVE. And it was time for a new image.
