I am beginning to scare myself about how fast I've written these chapters
so you have to allow for the bad quality. I didn't realise it was going to
be so long.
Home Sweet Home A growl woke Dianne from her sleep.
"What the.?" she rolled over to find herself falling towards the ground too fast for comfort "F**k"
"the b*tch is able to swear but not able to give me my pants"
"ok I would reply to that but I think first I should open my eyes and ask who you are and what you are doing in my. oh." Dianne finally opened her eyes "change that what am I doing in your house?" Suddenly she recalled the previous day's events. "Oh thank God, I thought I'd done something really stupid."
"Like what?"
Dianne waved away the question and suddenly realised the question she had already asked "Who are you?" she wrapped the duvet around her tighter.
"Curly. TIM! The girl you brought home is here and up." Tim stomped down the stairs "you could at least have the common decency of keeping her in your room."
Dianne decided to ignore the comment "I'll be going now could you just tell me where the station is?"
"right, left, left, second right, left, carry straight on until you get to the T, then left, forth left and right"
This was not good in the morning and so all she could do in reply was furrow her brow at Tim and shake her head "I'm sorry"
"I'll take you there, I got to get some cigarettes anyway."
"Thanks"
Tim looked offended that someone should thank him - "cigarettes, Curly you need anything?"
"Food would be good"
"Right."
"Where the hell did I put it?" Dianne began scrambling around on the floor watched closely by Tim and Curly. "Have you seen my dress?"
"She was wearing a dress? You're really going up in the world" Curly smirked at Tim until he was smacked into silence.
"Aha! Bugger! It's all creased."
"So?"
"Ah never mind. When I get to LA they should have spare clothes. Right?" Dianne tipped the dress over her as Curly watched avidly. Tim again smacked his hand over Curly's head.
"What?"
"Stop looking where you are not invited, I know you have a problem with that. I spoke to Karen last night."
"Why?"
"You ready?" Dianne asked looking toward the arguing Shepard brothers.
"Yeah" Tim glared at Curly
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"What do you mean I can't get on the train? I need to get on the train. How can I get home if I don't?"
"Well you won't get home then. "
"No. You don't understand, I need to get home"
Even with Tim threatening the guy behind the glass he seemed perfectly comfortable informing Dianne that, she could not go on the train, she could not use their phone and she was certainly not allowed to use the restroom.
"Son of a b*tch"
"F*cker"
And so for a few moments there was a link between Tim and Dianne.
"I'll come back this afternoon. There should someone else on duty. Should have had sex with the last guy, though."
"What?" Tim hollered.
"All you need to know are there are some sick people in this town."
Tim smirked knowingly "you haven't met Dally yet have you?"
"No. Who's he?"
"It doesn't matter. You don't want to meet him."
"Right. I'll believe you. I'm sorry but I'm not going to be leaving now. Do you mind if I stick with you? I swear I'll try and disappear next to you. Just saw some stuff last night that has. well. definitely scared me."
A scared broad who didn't even know the difference between a soc and a greaser. She would definitely have some problems if she stayed in this neighbourhood.
"Right all I need is food and cigarettes."
The guy in the store seemed to know Tim well enough to just hand over the cigarettes and not question the amount of money he was given. Instead he just thanked his stars that he had got some money from him.
"What you doing over there?"
"Well, I didn't think you'd want me being associated with you so I was keeping my distance."
"Are you sure it's not the other way round?" Tim asked defensively.
Dianne couldn't help but smile. "What? Keep away from my protector?"
"Don't ever call me that again" Tim growled as he saw the edges of the assistants lips quivering
"Fine. My saviour."
Tim moved towards her threateningly
"Ok" Dianne raised her hands in mock surrender but couldn't help but smile "I'm sorry it was too tempting"
Tim glowered at the assistant who now could not help but laugh at the expression on his face and dragged Dianne out.
"After we go to the diner I hope you know that you are not leaving the house with me again" the grin however was infectious so time covered his mouth with his hand. "Ok let's go to the station again. The guy should have left for his lunch break or something"
"Well that was bad"
"Yes it was"
"You shouldn't have threatened him."
"Hmmm"
"I'm not going to be allowed in that train station again." Only now was the panic beginning to show in her voice. Tim looked sideways hoping that she wouldn't cry but instead saw an anger in her eyes that scared even him.
They began to walk.
"Where we going now?"
"To the diner, remember"
"oh yeah, right." Dianne nodded "Wait a moment. You go to the diner to get food for home?"
"That's right."
"Isn't that really expensive?"
Here was possibly the richest girl he knew guessing from the dress and she was worrying about the price of food. Tim chuckled "not the way I do it"
Dianne realised it was probably best not to ask. Another talent she'd learned as her parents friends had visited. She still didn't know where the income came from for her family's living but, from the looks she got when she walked down the street with her father, she had guessed.
"What can I do for you?"
"Three hamburgers"
"ok. It might take a while. One of the girls that worked here just had to leave."
"Why?" Dianne couldn't stop herself from asking. All she got in reply was a dark look from the waitress. "Does that mean there's a space here for a waitress?"
"Huh?" Tim uttered. The girl in the red dress couldn't become a waitress here. That would just be wrong.
"Why? You looking for work?" the waitress looked her up and down obviously having the same thoughts as Tim.
"Yeah. Well I'm definitely going to need one."
"Can you cook?"
"No."
"Serve tables?"
"No."
"How about use a till?"
"No, but honestly I'd try so hard to learn. Just, please?"
It was quite obvious to everyone watching that Dianne would beg if necessary.
"Ok. Don't expect it to be permanent if you put one step out of line you will be out of that door so fast it will make your head spin."
"Fine, when can I start?"
"Tomorrow"
"Great. Wonderful. Tomorrow it is. What time?"
"9 sharp. My name's Lucy by the way. You'll probably need to know everyone else's names aswell. That's Kimberly, Zoe and, well I don't know her name. She's new too. The cook's called Charlie. Don't p*ss him off if you want to have a smooth time here. That's about all you need to know right now. Great. See you tomorrow."
As they walked out Tim could only stare at Dianne.
"What? Stop staring at me like that."
"I've been trying to get Angela to work there since. Well I don't know when but you got a job by just walking in there and asking. I bet you've never done anything in a diner but just sit and wait for you food" he finished bitterly.
Dianne didn't want to point out that she'd never been in a diner before "Begging seems to normally do the trick. Oh, and not intimidating the person your asking a favour from. I get the feeling that might be your problem." Tim did not disagree "so would it be ok if I stayed at you house until I earn enough money to get a ticket to Los Angeles. I swear I'll give you half of all my earnings at the diner."
"If you don't mess up that is."
"I won't" Tim glanced at her to see the determination in Dianne's face.
"Why don't you just ring your parents?" Tim hated himself for his concern. It just didn't seem right this girl being here, with him.
"No. I'm not ringing my parents. I'm going to get myself out of this. So is that ok if I stay on you couch?"
"Fine. But you are not going around in that dress?"
"And what do you suggest I wear? Nothing?"
Tim looked her up and down.
"Don't."
"Fine, although I would like to see it. I was thinking Angela's clothes"
"Angela. Who's Angela?"
"My sister"
How come I never met her?"
"She never came home. I meant to check up on that. D*mn."
"Does she do that often?"
"No, I mean, yes, I mean, I hope. if I catch the guy she's been with. Why are you laughing?"
"Well I wouldn't say that it was all the guy's fault" from the dirty look Tim gave her Dianne faltered on "or maybe it could be. I'm sorry" she finished meekly.
They carried on walking in silence back to Tim's house with the hamburgers in hand.
A car began slowly to trail them. Tim began to cuss and reached for his blade.
"Who are they? What? What are you doing?" Dianne saw the blade slipping from Tim's pocket into his hand "Put it away" Tim paused for a moment at the commanding note in her voice and again wondered what she was doing in Tulsa.
"What are you doing with trash like him?" the mustang finally pulled to a halt next to them and two guys came out of it both wearing Madras shirts. The first one that came out was the one who had asked.
Dianne faced them, threw her shoulders back and her head up. They involuntarily shrunk back but soon began to pace menacingly towards them. "So what would you suggest? To be with you" the mocking in her voice did not disguise any disgust but held still and icy. Tim was too shocked to react immediately but soon regained his senses enough to walk out of Dianne's shadow for the socs to see the glint of his blade. They backed into their car cursing and it sped off around the corner.
Tim continued to stare at Dianne until she cracked a smile and the person he knew returned.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"I was always brought up never to use violence. Never to show emotion but use words to attack. I guess I've finally found its uses although I swear it would have made me feel better if I'd just beat the tar out of them."
"Now where did you hear that?"
"I woke up to hear you threatening Curly."
Tim suddenly realised he was about to apologize. He quickly stopped himself and instead just grunted however the action had been noticed by Dianne.
"Don't worry, I went straight back to sleep. That's never been my problem."
"What is your problem then?"
"You never told me who they were?"
"Take it I shouldn't talk about it then?"
"Answer." She looked at Tim like she had looked at the two guys that had come up to her but this time she was smiling. Tim was glad he hadn't been those two as he realised how small they must have felt despite her being a lot smaller than any of them.
"They're socs"
"Socs?"
"Yeah. The rich kids."
"And what are you?"
"I'm a grease?"
"And what am I?"
"You aren't either." But Tim knew that he was lying. Dianne was a soc through and through.
Home Sweet Home A growl woke Dianne from her sleep.
"What the.?" she rolled over to find herself falling towards the ground too fast for comfort "F**k"
"the b*tch is able to swear but not able to give me my pants"
"ok I would reply to that but I think first I should open my eyes and ask who you are and what you are doing in my. oh." Dianne finally opened her eyes "change that what am I doing in your house?" Suddenly she recalled the previous day's events. "Oh thank God, I thought I'd done something really stupid."
"Like what?"
Dianne waved away the question and suddenly realised the question she had already asked "Who are you?" she wrapped the duvet around her tighter.
"Curly. TIM! The girl you brought home is here and up." Tim stomped down the stairs "you could at least have the common decency of keeping her in your room."
Dianne decided to ignore the comment "I'll be going now could you just tell me where the station is?"
"right, left, left, second right, left, carry straight on until you get to the T, then left, forth left and right"
This was not good in the morning and so all she could do in reply was furrow her brow at Tim and shake her head "I'm sorry"
"I'll take you there, I got to get some cigarettes anyway."
"Thanks"
Tim looked offended that someone should thank him - "cigarettes, Curly you need anything?"
"Food would be good"
"Right."
"Where the hell did I put it?" Dianne began scrambling around on the floor watched closely by Tim and Curly. "Have you seen my dress?"
"She was wearing a dress? You're really going up in the world" Curly smirked at Tim until he was smacked into silence.
"Aha! Bugger! It's all creased."
"So?"
"Ah never mind. When I get to LA they should have spare clothes. Right?" Dianne tipped the dress over her as Curly watched avidly. Tim again smacked his hand over Curly's head.
"What?"
"Stop looking where you are not invited, I know you have a problem with that. I spoke to Karen last night."
"Why?"
"You ready?" Dianne asked looking toward the arguing Shepard brothers.
"Yeah" Tim glared at Curly
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"What do you mean I can't get on the train? I need to get on the train. How can I get home if I don't?"
"Well you won't get home then. "
"No. You don't understand, I need to get home"
Even with Tim threatening the guy behind the glass he seemed perfectly comfortable informing Dianne that, she could not go on the train, she could not use their phone and she was certainly not allowed to use the restroom.
"Son of a b*tch"
"F*cker"
And so for a few moments there was a link between Tim and Dianne.
"I'll come back this afternoon. There should someone else on duty. Should have had sex with the last guy, though."
"What?" Tim hollered.
"All you need to know are there are some sick people in this town."
Tim smirked knowingly "you haven't met Dally yet have you?"
"No. Who's he?"
"It doesn't matter. You don't want to meet him."
"Right. I'll believe you. I'm sorry but I'm not going to be leaving now. Do you mind if I stick with you? I swear I'll try and disappear next to you. Just saw some stuff last night that has. well. definitely scared me."
A scared broad who didn't even know the difference between a soc and a greaser. She would definitely have some problems if she stayed in this neighbourhood.
"Right all I need is food and cigarettes."
The guy in the store seemed to know Tim well enough to just hand over the cigarettes and not question the amount of money he was given. Instead he just thanked his stars that he had got some money from him.
"What you doing over there?"
"Well, I didn't think you'd want me being associated with you so I was keeping my distance."
"Are you sure it's not the other way round?" Tim asked defensively.
Dianne couldn't help but smile. "What? Keep away from my protector?"
"Don't ever call me that again" Tim growled as he saw the edges of the assistants lips quivering
"Fine. My saviour."
Tim moved towards her threateningly
"Ok" Dianne raised her hands in mock surrender but couldn't help but smile "I'm sorry it was too tempting"
Tim glowered at the assistant who now could not help but laugh at the expression on his face and dragged Dianne out.
"After we go to the diner I hope you know that you are not leaving the house with me again" the grin however was infectious so time covered his mouth with his hand. "Ok let's go to the station again. The guy should have left for his lunch break or something"
"Well that was bad"
"Yes it was"
"You shouldn't have threatened him."
"Hmmm"
"I'm not going to be allowed in that train station again." Only now was the panic beginning to show in her voice. Tim looked sideways hoping that she wouldn't cry but instead saw an anger in her eyes that scared even him.
They began to walk.
"Where we going now?"
"To the diner, remember"
"oh yeah, right." Dianne nodded "Wait a moment. You go to the diner to get food for home?"
"That's right."
"Isn't that really expensive?"
Here was possibly the richest girl he knew guessing from the dress and she was worrying about the price of food. Tim chuckled "not the way I do it"
Dianne realised it was probably best not to ask. Another talent she'd learned as her parents friends had visited. She still didn't know where the income came from for her family's living but, from the looks she got when she walked down the street with her father, she had guessed.
"What can I do for you?"
"Three hamburgers"
"ok. It might take a while. One of the girls that worked here just had to leave."
"Why?" Dianne couldn't stop herself from asking. All she got in reply was a dark look from the waitress. "Does that mean there's a space here for a waitress?"
"Huh?" Tim uttered. The girl in the red dress couldn't become a waitress here. That would just be wrong.
"Why? You looking for work?" the waitress looked her up and down obviously having the same thoughts as Tim.
"Yeah. Well I'm definitely going to need one."
"Can you cook?"
"No."
"Serve tables?"
"No."
"How about use a till?"
"No, but honestly I'd try so hard to learn. Just, please?"
It was quite obvious to everyone watching that Dianne would beg if necessary.
"Ok. Don't expect it to be permanent if you put one step out of line you will be out of that door so fast it will make your head spin."
"Fine, when can I start?"
"Tomorrow"
"Great. Wonderful. Tomorrow it is. What time?"
"9 sharp. My name's Lucy by the way. You'll probably need to know everyone else's names aswell. That's Kimberly, Zoe and, well I don't know her name. She's new too. The cook's called Charlie. Don't p*ss him off if you want to have a smooth time here. That's about all you need to know right now. Great. See you tomorrow."
As they walked out Tim could only stare at Dianne.
"What? Stop staring at me like that."
"I've been trying to get Angela to work there since. Well I don't know when but you got a job by just walking in there and asking. I bet you've never done anything in a diner but just sit and wait for you food" he finished bitterly.
Dianne didn't want to point out that she'd never been in a diner before "Begging seems to normally do the trick. Oh, and not intimidating the person your asking a favour from. I get the feeling that might be your problem." Tim did not disagree "so would it be ok if I stayed at you house until I earn enough money to get a ticket to Los Angeles. I swear I'll give you half of all my earnings at the diner."
"If you don't mess up that is."
"I won't" Tim glanced at her to see the determination in Dianne's face.
"Why don't you just ring your parents?" Tim hated himself for his concern. It just didn't seem right this girl being here, with him.
"No. I'm not ringing my parents. I'm going to get myself out of this. So is that ok if I stay on you couch?"
"Fine. But you are not going around in that dress?"
"And what do you suggest I wear? Nothing?"
Tim looked her up and down.
"Don't."
"Fine, although I would like to see it. I was thinking Angela's clothes"
"Angela. Who's Angela?"
"My sister"
How come I never met her?"
"She never came home. I meant to check up on that. D*mn."
"Does she do that often?"
"No, I mean, yes, I mean, I hope. if I catch the guy she's been with. Why are you laughing?"
"Well I wouldn't say that it was all the guy's fault" from the dirty look Tim gave her Dianne faltered on "or maybe it could be. I'm sorry" she finished meekly.
They carried on walking in silence back to Tim's house with the hamburgers in hand.
A car began slowly to trail them. Tim began to cuss and reached for his blade.
"Who are they? What? What are you doing?" Dianne saw the blade slipping from Tim's pocket into his hand "Put it away" Tim paused for a moment at the commanding note in her voice and again wondered what she was doing in Tulsa.
"What are you doing with trash like him?" the mustang finally pulled to a halt next to them and two guys came out of it both wearing Madras shirts. The first one that came out was the one who had asked.
Dianne faced them, threw her shoulders back and her head up. They involuntarily shrunk back but soon began to pace menacingly towards them. "So what would you suggest? To be with you" the mocking in her voice did not disguise any disgust but held still and icy. Tim was too shocked to react immediately but soon regained his senses enough to walk out of Dianne's shadow for the socs to see the glint of his blade. They backed into their car cursing and it sped off around the corner.
Tim continued to stare at Dianne until she cracked a smile and the person he knew returned.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"I was always brought up never to use violence. Never to show emotion but use words to attack. I guess I've finally found its uses although I swear it would have made me feel better if I'd just beat the tar out of them."
"Now where did you hear that?"
"I woke up to hear you threatening Curly."
Tim suddenly realised he was about to apologize. He quickly stopped himself and instead just grunted however the action had been noticed by Dianne.
"Don't worry, I went straight back to sleep. That's never been my problem."
"What is your problem then?"
"You never told me who they were?"
"Take it I shouldn't talk about it then?"
"Answer." She looked at Tim like she had looked at the two guys that had come up to her but this time she was smiling. Tim was glad he hadn't been those two as he realised how small they must have felt despite her being a lot smaller than any of them.
"They're socs"
"Socs?"
"Yeah. The rich kids."
"And what are you?"
"I'm a grease?"
"And what am I?"
"You aren't either." But Tim knew that he was lying. Dianne was a soc through and through.
