*** I own Melissa Amy and James so don't sue.you wont get much, can I pay
in Guinea pig food?***
**Melissa's POV** I woke up and saw Amy. Then I turned around and saw two guys, well rather good looking guys. One on the floor and one on a twin sized bed in the corner of the small room that did not resemble mine at all. I woke up Amy. "where the hell are we?" I asked. " at your house," she said obviously not seeing the guys on the floor. "umm.." I pointed at the sleeping boy who slightly resembled a greek god. She gasped which made the guys wake up, they glanced at us oh you guys are awake. HUH we're awake what...do I know them? I thought. "who are you?" I asked hoping I didn't sound rude. "she's a kidder, hey Soda." The cuter one joked. Soda, I thought.. Oh my gosh..it's impossible.. We couldn't be. I looked at the style of clothing they were wearing, jeans, no shirt and greased back hair. It was true. I asked dumbly, "what's my name?" "you're a weird one, why could it be Melissa Curtis?" the one I suspected to be Ponyboy, said. Melissa Curtis??!?!. "and the year is?" I asked. "Duh, 1961" (they never actually say when it takes place, but everyone is saying 1966, 66 was hippies.) 1961? Hey this was cool I could live in 1961 for awhile, meet some of the gang. I wouldn't mind being a Curtis. Curtis, I thought to my self. Wow, this really did happen. "And exactly, what are you wearing?" Soda asked looking at me oddly. I looked down at my American Eagle halter top, stone-washed jeans and sketchers. I did look odd. "Go change before Darry has a heart attack." Soda added. "Ok" I said walking away pretending to know where my clothes were. I looked at the labels on the small 3 drawer dresser in the room I woke up in, Soda, Ponyboy, Melissa. The one with 'Melissa' on it must be mine, duh, I thought to myslef. I opened the drawer, and pulled out a halter top, jean capris, and a pastel off- white, knited hooded sweater. I put on the halter top and the sweater and rolled up my sleeves, put on some eyeliner and eye-shadow, before walking out to where I had left Soda. Along with Soda I saw 4 other guys, one with rusty colored side-burns and a stocky build, Two-Bit. Another with thick greasy hair, who looked cocky, Steve. One small, scared looking boy, Johnny. But there was one that particularily caught my interest, Dally. "Hey guys" I said with a smile on my face. They all smiled and said Hi except for Johnny who just looked down at the holes in his sneakers. "Whats going on today, guys" "I was hoping, me you and bed" Dally said as he flashed a evil but sexy grin. "Seriously" I said "Were goin' for a swim at Stevie's cousins." "Can I come?" I asked. "of course"
** For all you pervs, Like me, who are wonder why this is rated R. You'll find out, soon. **
**Melissa's POV** I woke up and saw Amy. Then I turned around and saw two guys, well rather good looking guys. One on the floor and one on a twin sized bed in the corner of the small room that did not resemble mine at all. I woke up Amy. "where the hell are we?" I asked. " at your house," she said obviously not seeing the guys on the floor. "umm.." I pointed at the sleeping boy who slightly resembled a greek god. She gasped which made the guys wake up, they glanced at us oh you guys are awake. HUH we're awake what...do I know them? I thought. "who are you?" I asked hoping I didn't sound rude. "she's a kidder, hey Soda." The cuter one joked. Soda, I thought.. Oh my gosh..it's impossible.. We couldn't be. I looked at the style of clothing they were wearing, jeans, no shirt and greased back hair. It was true. I asked dumbly, "what's my name?" "you're a weird one, why could it be Melissa Curtis?" the one I suspected to be Ponyboy, said. Melissa Curtis??!?!. "and the year is?" I asked. "Duh, 1961" (they never actually say when it takes place, but everyone is saying 1966, 66 was hippies.) 1961? Hey this was cool I could live in 1961 for awhile, meet some of the gang. I wouldn't mind being a Curtis. Curtis, I thought to my self. Wow, this really did happen. "And exactly, what are you wearing?" Soda asked looking at me oddly. I looked down at my American Eagle halter top, stone-washed jeans and sketchers. I did look odd. "Go change before Darry has a heart attack." Soda added. "Ok" I said walking away pretending to know where my clothes were. I looked at the labels on the small 3 drawer dresser in the room I woke up in, Soda, Ponyboy, Melissa. The one with 'Melissa' on it must be mine, duh, I thought to myslef. I opened the drawer, and pulled out a halter top, jean capris, and a pastel off- white, knited hooded sweater. I put on the halter top and the sweater and rolled up my sleeves, put on some eyeliner and eye-shadow, before walking out to where I had left Soda. Along with Soda I saw 4 other guys, one with rusty colored side-burns and a stocky build, Two-Bit. Another with thick greasy hair, who looked cocky, Steve. One small, scared looking boy, Johnny. But there was one that particularily caught my interest, Dally. "Hey guys" I said with a smile on my face. They all smiled and said Hi except for Johnny who just looked down at the holes in his sneakers. "Whats going on today, guys" "I was hoping, me you and bed" Dally said as he flashed a evil but sexy grin. "Seriously" I said "Were goin' for a swim at Stevie's cousins." "Can I come?" I asked. "of course"
** For all you pervs, Like me, who are wonder why this is rated R. You'll find out, soon. **