Cherry & Marcia, Best Friends Forever
By:Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Hey, I'm just taking a break from my long story A Place To Belong. Keep looking for it! This story right here is about the lives and friendship of Cherry and Marcia. Hope ya like it! This is going along with one of my other stories that I'm still writing.
Disclaimer: The Outsiders belongs to S.E. Hinton. Aaliyah-Charity and Judith Garland belongs to me. If you sue me, all I have to give you is 3 *NSYNC CDs, a red notebook full of stories, and a nail clipper. Oh, and a pencil with a Rudolph eraser.
Marcia is my best friend. I mean, she's like, practicially the only girl I can really talk to. The other girls, I can just talk about cheerleading and beer blast stuff, but with Marcia, I can talk about personal stuff. And that's really hard to find. I'm really glad to have a friend like Marcia....
Okay, so today, Marcia, Judith, and I have decided to go shopping. I really don't like Judith, she's so fake, but Marcia thinks it's because she's having family problems at home, so I try to tolerate her. But you know girls like her, if you even try to talk to her, she'll backstab you, so I don't tell anything to that two-timing little UGH!
"So, Cherry, what were you doing with those Greasers anyway?" Judith asked, her face full of disgust and ugliness. I wish I could twist her nose the other way around, but I kept my cool, as always.
"Well, they are pretty okay, for Greasers," I say as politely as possible. Marcia looks at me with concern, and I reassure her that nothing will happen.
"Don't tell me you're becoming one of them," Judith snobbishly said. If only I could poke her eyeballs out, if only I was like Aaliyah-Charity, one of my new friends. She didn't care if she hung out with a Soc or Greaser. She just kind of mingles with both kinds, and for some reason, the whole school likes that we have something other than just Soc or Greaser, though no one will admit to it.
"No, I'm not becoming a Greaser. Who would want to be seen like that?" I point at a Greaser-girl who passed us, with clothes that Marilyn Monroe wouldn't dare wear.
"The clothes do reveal a little too much," Marcia agreed.
"Anyways, let's stop talking about them," I suggested, tired of all this talk about Soc and Greaser. After the killing of my boyfriend and Johnny and Dally, I've become a little sensetive about the subject.
"Alright, ooh, look at this blouse," Marcia always knew how to lighten the mood, and we spent the rest of the time talking about clothes. Of course Judith wanted trashy, slut clothes, but I tried to enjoy myself. Overall, it was a pretty good day for a world where you aren't supposed to feel anything. I wish something would happen. Anything. Oh well, at least I have Marcia........
A/N: Listen, sorry it's so short, I'll improve on Chapter 3! Next chapter's Marcia's turn!
By:Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Hey, I'm just taking a break from my long story A Place To Belong. Keep looking for it! This story right here is about the lives and friendship of Cherry and Marcia. Hope ya like it! This is going along with one of my other stories that I'm still writing.
Disclaimer: The Outsiders belongs to S.E. Hinton. Aaliyah-Charity and Judith Garland belongs to me. If you sue me, all I have to give you is 3 *NSYNC CDs, a red notebook full of stories, and a nail clipper. Oh, and a pencil with a Rudolph eraser.
Marcia is my best friend. I mean, she's like, practicially the only girl I can really talk to. The other girls, I can just talk about cheerleading and beer blast stuff, but with Marcia, I can talk about personal stuff. And that's really hard to find. I'm really glad to have a friend like Marcia....
Okay, so today, Marcia, Judith, and I have decided to go shopping. I really don't like Judith, she's so fake, but Marcia thinks it's because she's having family problems at home, so I try to tolerate her. But you know girls like her, if you even try to talk to her, she'll backstab you, so I don't tell anything to that two-timing little UGH!
"So, Cherry, what were you doing with those Greasers anyway?" Judith asked, her face full of disgust and ugliness. I wish I could twist her nose the other way around, but I kept my cool, as always.
"Well, they are pretty okay, for Greasers," I say as politely as possible. Marcia looks at me with concern, and I reassure her that nothing will happen.
"Don't tell me you're becoming one of them," Judith snobbishly said. If only I could poke her eyeballs out, if only I was like Aaliyah-Charity, one of my new friends. She didn't care if she hung out with a Soc or Greaser. She just kind of mingles with both kinds, and for some reason, the whole school likes that we have something other than just Soc or Greaser, though no one will admit to it.
"No, I'm not becoming a Greaser. Who would want to be seen like that?" I point at a Greaser-girl who passed us, with clothes that Marilyn Monroe wouldn't dare wear.
"The clothes do reveal a little too much," Marcia agreed.
"Anyways, let's stop talking about them," I suggested, tired of all this talk about Soc and Greaser. After the killing of my boyfriend and Johnny and Dally, I've become a little sensetive about the subject.
"Alright, ooh, look at this blouse," Marcia always knew how to lighten the mood, and we spent the rest of the time talking about clothes. Of course Judith wanted trashy, slut clothes, but I tried to enjoy myself. Overall, it was a pretty good day for a world where you aren't supposed to feel anything. I wish something would happen. Anything. Oh well, at least I have Marcia........
A/N: Listen, sorry it's so short, I'll improve on Chapter 3! Next chapter's Marcia's turn!