Same disclaimer as always. Oh, the dance is the same dance from That Was Then This is Now so you might see some similar events. I haven't read the book in about three years so I can't remember the scene exactly so bear with me.
"What do you think of this dress?" I asked Angela and Sandy. We were shopping in a clothes store in town for dresses for the dance, just like Angela and I had planned the night before. It was a light green dress, cut two inches above my knees, sleeveless, and, well showing a little cleavage, not a lot though, I'm not into that kind of style.
"Oh, Ash, you look so cute in that!" Sandy exclaimed. I twirled around in the dress.
"I agree. It looks nice with your hair and skin!" Angela said, approving.
Angela had settled on a new black dress, of course. She loves the color black. She planned on wearing her sleeveless leather vest with it. It was a cute dress though. It had spaghetti straps and was short. Typical Angela style.
Sandy was also buying a dress. Hers was a light blue dress that brought out the color of her eyes. Of course ANYTHING would look good on Sandy, she was just one of those people who would always look beautiful, kind of like Marilyn Monroe, Sandy looked like a model or a movie star.
"So, what's your plan for Bryon?" Sandy asked Angela who had told Sandy about how she was going to try to hook up with Bryon at the dance.
"I'm gonna lasso him!" Angela laughed.
"Oh dear…" I said, laughed with her.
"No, I'm just gonna play it cool, you know, flirt and all that," Angela said.
"What about you and Sodapop? Anything special planned for the dance?" I asked Sandy, who smiled when I said Soda's name.
"Dinner first, he told me. Then we're going to the dance. He has some sort of surprise cooked up for me, but I don't have any idea what it is yet," Sandy replied. "And while we're on the subject of our dates, how did this whole Curly thing happen?" Sandy asked.
I told Sandy about how Steve had called me telling me to go to the Curtis' house because there was a surprise for me, how Steve and Soda were singing in the family room (Sandy got a good laugh out of that), and finally how Curly asked me to the dance.
So Angela, Sandy, and I paid for our dresses and left the store. We walked down the road to the DX station where Steve and Soda worked. Luckily for Sandy Soda was on his break and had time to make out with her. Yea.
That Friday Angela and I went to Sandy's house, so that we could all get ready for the dance together. We helped do each other's hair and make- up and all of that kind of stuff. Usually, being a tomboy, I never really worried about that kind of stuff. Usually I just threw my hair into a ponytail, put some powder on, and presto, I was ready to go, but today, well, I wanted to look nice. It was my first dance, so I guess that was why.
Sandy curled my hair for me and pulled the side back using a silver barrette. Then she did my make-up for me. Powder, blush, eyes shadow, lip stick, EVERYTHING. It felt strange, but Angela and Sandy both reassured me that I looked good.
So, the time came when Curly was supposed to come pick me up. Of course he was fifteen minutes late, (aren't guys always late?), but that was okay too.
"Wow, you look good," Curly said, his eyebrows raised.
"Thank you," I smiled.
Curly and I linked arms and walked out to his car together. Okay, yeah, it felt weird. I've like never worn a dress in my life, and now a guy I hardly knew was escorting me to his car for a dance. Strange, yes, I know.
At the dance, well, the decorations were, well, corny to say the least. Curly and I didn't spend most of the time in the school anyway, we mostly hung out with a group of his friends out in the parking lot. They were drinking, of course, but I didn't have any beer. Yeah, I was pretty bored. I did get to see my brother though, who of course was drunk, stumbling around the parking lot with his arms around two girls. Thankfully, Soda, Sandy, Steve, and Evie were watching out for him. "He's in safe hands, Ash," Soda had reassured me with this evil little smile on his face. Sure…
"WHO THE HELL IS SHE?! THE LITTLE SKANK! I'M GONNA KICK HER ASS…" I heard Angela shriek. She was walking towards us.
"Whoa, Angela, what happened?" I asked jumping off of the hood of the car where I had been sitting and running up to her. I put my hands on her arms as she told me what she had seen.
"Bryon came here with some girl named Cathy, just to make me jealous," Angela said, her eyes burning with anger.
"Well it sure worked!" I said.
"I'm gonna get him for that," Angela snarled.
She talked some of her guy friends in to attacking Bryon when he came into the parking lot later tonight. No, I'm not sure why, that's just Angela for you.
Then, I noticed Ponyboy and his friend Mark across the parking siting on Bryon's car. Pony had been looking over at us for a few minutes with that strange look on his face, the same look he had on his face when Curly had asked me to the dance. I'm not sure what was going on with him but…
Suddenly a fight broke out in front of me between one of Angela's friends and Mark, apparently over the whole Bryon/Cathy/Angela conflict. I grabbed Angela's arm and bolted behind the car where we were safer, but still could see the action.
Angela and I watched, intrigued at first, that is, until a guy hit Mark over the head with a bottle. I then looked to see if Pony was okay, but he was nowhere in sight.
"Come on," Curly said behind me, grabbing my arm.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Let's split. Party at our place!" Curly announced.
A whole bunch of us ended up piling into Curly's car. I told Angela that it reminded me of a clown car at a circus and she laughed. We pulled out of the parking lot and drove to the Shepard's house for a party.