S.E. Hinton owns all the characters but Cat and Jessie and some of the other people I came up with.
Sixteen Stars, One Moon
Chapter 2: "A Complete Lunatic"
Two-bit dropped me off at my house, saying he'd pick me up in the morning and we'd hunt something to do. I went to bed, falling asleep immediently, letting my dreams take over me. I dreamed I was back in California, sitting an the beach in a blue sundress. It was sunset, and I was sitting with my dog and my old boyfriend, Ricky, leader of our gang. Suddenly, everythign turned to blood. I woke up, shaking my head. Memories, soda, and horror films don't mix. I'd have to remember that. It was about 3 o'clock in the morning, a long time before 7. I pulled myself out of bed and walked outside in my pajamas, volleyball in hand. I figured as long as I was awake I should at least get in a few good bumps and sets. After all, I was on my school's volleyball team before I moved here.
It was cold, colder than I've ever been. I looked up at the sky, looking for some kind of key to the universe. I may be a bit of a hippie, but hey, I'm still not a Soc. Just a hippie greaser. Is that a rare mix or what?
I'm not a full hippie, I'll at least fight back if I need to. But I dig everything hippies do... long hair, peace medals, tie-dye, and well, other things. But I still dig fights. They're pretty cool.
******
I was waiting for Two-bit in my yard at 7, like he told me. My puppy was chewing playfully on the leg of my jeans, playing a game of tug-o-war.
I looked up as Two-bit pulled up and got out. Yawning, I stood up. My puppy ran over to Two-bit, jumping up and acting like a mad rabied creature.
"Does your dog have a name?" He asked.
"Nope." I replied, chewing on a fresh stick of gum.
"Can I name it?" He was smiling at me, so I figured he had something in mind. I was right.
"Go ahead." I said.
"Pluto."
"Pluto?" I asked, clarifying that. "What for?"
"Ain't you ever seen Mickey Mouse?" He looked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I cracked a smile. "I'm not even going to ask."
In a few minutes we had hunted up a fight. I was keen on joining in. But I didn't. I didn't even know what they were fighting about. Two-bit was talking to some guy, so I figured why not socialize with the other girl standing over there? I wish I haden't.
"Hi." I said to the girl. She was as tall as me, with lots of make-up and hair so black it looked blue.
"Hi." She said in an un-friendly tone. She looked at me. "I'm Angel."
"What a coincidence- me too. But people call me Cat."
"Tell me," she said after a minute. "What would a Soc be doing on greaser territory?" What was with everyone and insisting I was a Soc?
"I hate Socs." I growled through clenched teeth. Before I knew what happened (and I still don't know how it got started), we were both fighting. She pulled a blade, and I pulled mine. We were about to go at each other when Dallas Winston stepped in the middle of us. I would have gone after him too, but I was more interested in the guy behind him.
"What are you two doing?" He asked, looking from me to her.
"Nothin'." I said, acting as Ricky had taught me to. Always act innocent... yeah, right.
The other guy was chewing Angel out, so Two-bit and I left.
"You should stay out of the Shepards's way." Two-bit warned me. "They're more trouble than they're worth." I tuned him out. I hate being nagged.
We pulled up in front of a house, which Two-bit said was the Curtis's. I figured I was going to meet their unofficial leader. How nice.
We went inside, half of the guys from last night were lounging around. We talked about absoulutly nothing- just pointless chit-chat. Sodapop and I got into a card game. I beat him, even though he was cheating. He had the ace in his shoe. I saw it. But it was fun, none-the-less. It was a little later when Darrel "Darry" Curtis came home. At first, I didn't say anything to him, and he the same. After a while, Two-bit introduced us, and I got into my second fight of the evening. Lucky, ain't I?
We started out casual, then I said something about California. We started throwing cold remarks, then ended up verbally duking it out. I can take him anyday. It would be easy. Anyway, I left, slamming the door behind me. Pony, who had been with Dally somewhere, was just getting home when I walked down and opened the fence.
"Hi Cat." He said quietly.
"Hello, Pony." I replied, a little colder than normal, but I didn't mean anything to him.
"Did you meet Darry?" He asked. It was just something to talk about.
"Yes." It must have been the way I said it, because he looked at me funny.
"What did you think about him?"
I could tell he didn't really care. I had the feeling he didn't like Darry too much either. It was just a hunch I have. I'm normally pretty good at figuring someone out really quickly. It's a talent I have. A talent that made our gang invincible in California. I would charm guys in the other gangs, and figure out their tactics, allowing us to use their weaknesses against them in fights. I was known as a guy tamer. A hustler. But I hated the job. Too many strings to pull.
I smiled sweetly. "He's a lunatic." I stalked off, and as I walked up my walkway, I ran, again, into Dallas Winston. We greeted each other, and as I went to go inside, he stopped me.
"Do you want to go to a party at Buck Merril's place on Saturday?"
It was a simple question. I had nothing else to do, except I had to go to work at 7, but I'd be back around 3.
"Sure." I answered, walking inside. Ricky was right, I never was much of a people person.
A/N: It'll get better... I promise! Please R/R! No flames!
Sixteen Stars, One Moon
Chapter 2: "A Complete Lunatic"
Two-bit dropped me off at my house, saying he'd pick me up in the morning and we'd hunt something to do. I went to bed, falling asleep immediently, letting my dreams take over me. I dreamed I was back in California, sitting an the beach in a blue sundress. It was sunset, and I was sitting with my dog and my old boyfriend, Ricky, leader of our gang. Suddenly, everythign turned to blood. I woke up, shaking my head. Memories, soda, and horror films don't mix. I'd have to remember that. It was about 3 o'clock in the morning, a long time before 7. I pulled myself out of bed and walked outside in my pajamas, volleyball in hand. I figured as long as I was awake I should at least get in a few good bumps and sets. After all, I was on my school's volleyball team before I moved here.
It was cold, colder than I've ever been. I looked up at the sky, looking for some kind of key to the universe. I may be a bit of a hippie, but hey, I'm still not a Soc. Just a hippie greaser. Is that a rare mix or what?
I'm not a full hippie, I'll at least fight back if I need to. But I dig everything hippies do... long hair, peace medals, tie-dye, and well, other things. But I still dig fights. They're pretty cool.
******
I was waiting for Two-bit in my yard at 7, like he told me. My puppy was chewing playfully on the leg of my jeans, playing a game of tug-o-war.
I looked up as Two-bit pulled up and got out. Yawning, I stood up. My puppy ran over to Two-bit, jumping up and acting like a mad rabied creature.
"Does your dog have a name?" He asked.
"Nope." I replied, chewing on a fresh stick of gum.
"Can I name it?" He was smiling at me, so I figured he had something in mind. I was right.
"Go ahead." I said.
"Pluto."
"Pluto?" I asked, clarifying that. "What for?"
"Ain't you ever seen Mickey Mouse?" He looked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I cracked a smile. "I'm not even going to ask."
In a few minutes we had hunted up a fight. I was keen on joining in. But I didn't. I didn't even know what they were fighting about. Two-bit was talking to some guy, so I figured why not socialize with the other girl standing over there? I wish I haden't.
"Hi." I said to the girl. She was as tall as me, with lots of make-up and hair so black it looked blue.
"Hi." She said in an un-friendly tone. She looked at me. "I'm Angel."
"What a coincidence- me too. But people call me Cat."
"Tell me," she said after a minute. "What would a Soc be doing on greaser territory?" What was with everyone and insisting I was a Soc?
"I hate Socs." I growled through clenched teeth. Before I knew what happened (and I still don't know how it got started), we were both fighting. She pulled a blade, and I pulled mine. We were about to go at each other when Dallas Winston stepped in the middle of us. I would have gone after him too, but I was more interested in the guy behind him.
"What are you two doing?" He asked, looking from me to her.
"Nothin'." I said, acting as Ricky had taught me to. Always act innocent... yeah, right.
The other guy was chewing Angel out, so Two-bit and I left.
"You should stay out of the Shepards's way." Two-bit warned me. "They're more trouble than they're worth." I tuned him out. I hate being nagged.
We pulled up in front of a house, which Two-bit said was the Curtis's. I figured I was going to meet their unofficial leader. How nice.
We went inside, half of the guys from last night were lounging around. We talked about absoulutly nothing- just pointless chit-chat. Sodapop and I got into a card game. I beat him, even though he was cheating. He had the ace in his shoe. I saw it. But it was fun, none-the-less. It was a little later when Darrel "Darry" Curtis came home. At first, I didn't say anything to him, and he the same. After a while, Two-bit introduced us, and I got into my second fight of the evening. Lucky, ain't I?
We started out casual, then I said something about California. We started throwing cold remarks, then ended up verbally duking it out. I can take him anyday. It would be easy. Anyway, I left, slamming the door behind me. Pony, who had been with Dally somewhere, was just getting home when I walked down and opened the fence.
"Hi Cat." He said quietly.
"Hello, Pony." I replied, a little colder than normal, but I didn't mean anything to him.
"Did you meet Darry?" He asked. It was just something to talk about.
"Yes." It must have been the way I said it, because he looked at me funny.
"What did you think about him?"
I could tell he didn't really care. I had the feeling he didn't like Darry too much either. It was just a hunch I have. I'm normally pretty good at figuring someone out really quickly. It's a talent I have. A talent that made our gang invincible in California. I would charm guys in the other gangs, and figure out their tactics, allowing us to use their weaknesses against them in fights. I was known as a guy tamer. A hustler. But I hated the job. Too many strings to pull.
I smiled sweetly. "He's a lunatic." I stalked off, and as I walked up my walkway, I ran, again, into Dallas Winston. We greeted each other, and as I went to go inside, he stopped me.
"Do you want to go to a party at Buck Merril's place on Saturday?"
It was a simple question. I had nothing else to do, except I had to go to work at 7, but I'd be back around 3.
"Sure." I answered, walking inside. Ricky was right, I never was much of a people person.
A/N: It'll get better... I promise! Please R/R! No flames!