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Chapter 4: Dally's Idea
Not even a full day had passed since what had happened with Pony and Johnny. I hoped they were all right... The rest of us sure weren't. I'd have to say Steve and I were the only ones acting normal. Me and my evil jokes and loud mouth, him and... well, he was being himself. Quiet. And arguative. I don't like either quality.
Anyway, tomorrow I happened to be starting at school (:P), and I needed my car fixed. So I managed to talk Steve into coming over and fixing it. Apparently I was wrong, It wasen't just my transmission. It was just about everything in the rusty old Mustang. What do you expect for a hot-wired one?
So, I was sitting in the drivers seat, kind of watching Steve fix my car, kind of babbling about nothing. (Did I mention I managed to make Two-bit laugh for the first time this afternoon? Well, It wasn't me, actually, it was my shirt. It looked like something out of a dictionary. Anyway, it said, "kitten: cute, cuddly, playful; with claws". I've had it forever...) Technically, I was trying to make Steve laugh. And I wasn't doing a good job. So I decided to go get a soda. After I went inside (and got run over by Pluto), I came back out with two cokes in my hand.
I was about to fall asleep streched out in the back of my car when Steve announced he was done. Oh was I happy! So he went to work and I went looking for trouble, as Two-bit often accuses me of doing. I went around the Ribbon, the chain of restaurants and other things, and well, my car worked better than ever! I was forever in Steve Randle's debt. Oh well, it's his job, and I did highly tip him, too... Does that make up for it? I don't think so with all the problems I had...
I saw someone I wish I didn't, because I got in yet another fight. Since I've moved here, I've become a magnet for these things...
"Well, well, well, It's Miss Cat." Angela Shepard smirked. I could tell she meant business. And I wasn't going to let her finish it, if I could help it.
I hopped out of my car, and pulled my blade out of my pocket. Clearly, she had the same idea. We made empty jabs at each other, both missing. Now it was time to get serious. Why she was mad at me now, I didn't know. And didn't care. I had found the trouble I was looking for. Finally she had managed to get me, and it hurt. Her blade had met my cheek. Not deeply, but it still stung. She had also managed to knock my blade out of my hand.
"That'll teach you." She laughed, and walked off with her stupid friends.
"Yeah, teach me to kick your ass sooner." I replied, and got back in my car. I was planning on going home and watching some tv. Or sing kareoke. Or both. I didn't know, nor care. I just wanted away.
When I got home I parked my car and went for a walk without bothering to go inside. My cheek was still bleeding, but I didn't care. I was mad.
That's when I had the second encounter of the day. But I was happier to see Dally than Angela, that was for sure.
"Hello," I said as I ran up to him. He looked bored. Probably was, too.
"What's with you?" He asked, and I knew he meant what had happened.
"Angela Shepard." I muttered, not keen on talking about it.
"It's a good thing I ran into you."
"And why's that?"
"Because of what happened the other night, the fuzz are going to be questioning all of us sooner or later. If they catch you living by yourself, you'll be put in some home."
Was it just me, or was he concerned about me? Nah. "Then where should I go?" I couldn't keep the annoyance out of my voice.
"Go live with the Curtis'. They have more extra space than any of us."
Extra space? Yeah right. So later that night, I ended up on their doorstep, freezing and holding a bag... and a dog.
A/N: 6 soon!
Chapter 4: Dally's Idea
Not even a full day had passed since what had happened with Pony and Johnny. I hoped they were all right... The rest of us sure weren't. I'd have to say Steve and I were the only ones acting normal. Me and my evil jokes and loud mouth, him and... well, he was being himself. Quiet. And arguative. I don't like either quality.
Anyway, tomorrow I happened to be starting at school (:P), and I needed my car fixed. So I managed to talk Steve into coming over and fixing it. Apparently I was wrong, It wasen't just my transmission. It was just about everything in the rusty old Mustang. What do you expect for a hot-wired one?
So, I was sitting in the drivers seat, kind of watching Steve fix my car, kind of babbling about nothing. (Did I mention I managed to make Two-bit laugh for the first time this afternoon? Well, It wasn't me, actually, it was my shirt. It looked like something out of a dictionary. Anyway, it said, "kitten: cute, cuddly, playful; with claws". I've had it forever...) Technically, I was trying to make Steve laugh. And I wasn't doing a good job. So I decided to go get a soda. After I went inside (and got run over by Pluto), I came back out with two cokes in my hand.
I was about to fall asleep streched out in the back of my car when Steve announced he was done. Oh was I happy! So he went to work and I went looking for trouble, as Two-bit often accuses me of doing. I went around the Ribbon, the chain of restaurants and other things, and well, my car worked better than ever! I was forever in Steve Randle's debt. Oh well, it's his job, and I did highly tip him, too... Does that make up for it? I don't think so with all the problems I had...
I saw someone I wish I didn't, because I got in yet another fight. Since I've moved here, I've become a magnet for these things...
"Well, well, well, It's Miss Cat." Angela Shepard smirked. I could tell she meant business. And I wasn't going to let her finish it, if I could help it.
I hopped out of my car, and pulled my blade out of my pocket. Clearly, she had the same idea. We made empty jabs at each other, both missing. Now it was time to get serious. Why she was mad at me now, I didn't know. And didn't care. I had found the trouble I was looking for. Finally she had managed to get me, and it hurt. Her blade had met my cheek. Not deeply, but it still stung. She had also managed to knock my blade out of my hand.
"That'll teach you." She laughed, and walked off with her stupid friends.
"Yeah, teach me to kick your ass sooner." I replied, and got back in my car. I was planning on going home and watching some tv. Or sing kareoke. Or both. I didn't know, nor care. I just wanted away.
When I got home I parked my car and went for a walk without bothering to go inside. My cheek was still bleeding, but I didn't care. I was mad.
That's when I had the second encounter of the day. But I was happier to see Dally than Angela, that was for sure.
"Hello," I said as I ran up to him. He looked bored. Probably was, too.
"What's with you?" He asked, and I knew he meant what had happened.
"Angela Shepard." I muttered, not keen on talking about it.
"It's a good thing I ran into you."
"And why's that?"
"Because of what happened the other night, the fuzz are going to be questioning all of us sooner or later. If they catch you living by yourself, you'll be put in some home."
Was it just me, or was he concerned about me? Nah. "Then where should I go?" I couldn't keep the annoyance out of my voice.
"Go live with the Curtis'. They have more extra space than any of us."
Extra space? Yeah right. So later that night, I ended up on their doorstep, freezing and holding a bag... and a dog.
A/N: 6 soon!