Okay. StillStayingGold, and back here with another oh-so-original chapter
to go along with an oh-so-original story line. But hey, cut me some slack.
I'm a sucker for the hopeless romantic formulas that target young girls and
women between the ages of 13 and 30. Sorry for the ranting. I promise the
next story I write will have a more original and exciting plot, and not
something as predictable as this. Anyway, thanks for putting up with my
practice fic! And for those of you who review, just incase you don't feel
that you're getting any credit; I will give you the recognition that you
deserve. (
On the way to the Dingo, Soda and Steve noticed a friend from work hanging out around a crowd of other greasers checking out an old 1949 convertible. I knew nothing about cars, so I didn't know what it was, but Steve was glued to the spot.
"You guys go on, me and Steve will meet you back at the house after while," Soda said, chuckling at Steve who was almost drooling.
"All right," I said not really minding.
When we were getting pretty close to the Dingo, almost a block away, we passed by Buck's place. Dally was coming out, and he slammed the door behind him. I looked at Two-Bit and immediately knew he didn't want to stay with us. Pony saw this too, and with his hand, he made a 'shoo' motion with his hand.
"Go. Go and have your cheap fun riding around acting reckless, being a menace to society, getting stupider by the second, but having the time of your life. See if we care," Pony had the sarcasm thing going good! I couldn't help but laugh.
"See, I would stay, but I don't feel like talking about sunsets and novels today," Two-Bit replied quickly. I chuckled, but only loud enough for myself to hear. I actually respected Pony's sensitivity, but I had to snap him out of his daydreams sometimes before it could get to the point where drama defined him.
I had thought about it before. All of our lives were full of drama. It wasn't the kind of drama that you would whine about to all of your friends, or that you would share with the girls in the locker room every morning. It ran too deeply; we were forced to be tough about it because if we weren't we'd break. My home life was pretty good; I would be crazy to complain. It was just listening to the rest of the gang's problems that brought me down.
Dammit. I'm off the subject. Well, here we go. Let's get started...again.
After the quick goodbyes to Two-Bit, and the quick hellos to Dally, we were off to the Dingo once again. I pulled out a smoke and gave on to Johnny and Ponyboy and took out a new lighter that Two-Bit stole for me from a department store.
I stomped the butt out under my shoe and opened the door to the Dingo. As I did, I noticed that my jeans were getting a bit too tight. They had developed a fading look because I constantly wore them; of course they were clean, I just liked them because they were comfortable. Oh, well. I'd have to get a new pair once I got my paycheck at the end of the week from the market at the end of town.
We made our way to the back where we always sat, and I handed Pony a quarter to go pick a good song on the jukebox. The music was faint, but we could hear it all right.
When our song was over, I listened to the radio that the waitress had on the counter.
"'...In recent news, Harold Rowing was murdered along with his three children after being robbed outside of the drugstore on the east side of Tulsa, Oklahoma. The department store itself had also been robbed, leaving cashier and manager, Peter Howsend, dead from a bullet wound in the chest. Locals are to be warned that the criminal is still out there and is to be considered armed. Now back to your usual programming...' ''
When Johnny and I heard this, we looked at each other in shock. I didn't say anything because the others didn't know, and as soon as they found out, they would do something stupid. I wasn't about to call the fuzz, because if my mom found out I had snuck out with Johnny, she would have my ass on a silver platter.
When the waitress came to our table, Johnny and Pony ordered up a storm. When she looked at me I said, "I'll have a strawberry milkshake."
"Okay, Ashley, I know you can't just have a strawberry milkshake... All right, miss, she will have a strawberry milkshake with a double cheeseburger and a large order of chili fries with extra cheese and no onions," Johnny said ordering my usual.
"I'm not going to eat all of that," I said with my eyebrows raised.
"Yes you will; just watch," he replied.
He was right. I finished my shake in no time and was still hungry so I started on my cheeseburger. Before I knew it, I had a fork and was eating the extra chili that had fallen off of my fries. We stayed and talked for a few minutes, allowing me to forget about the loose killer walking the streets that would recognize me in a heart beat.
"What do you say we go to Mara's house tonight to have some fun? Hell, it's Saturday. I want to do something useful with my time, not just sit around doin stuff we could do on a school night," I said getting bored with myself.
"Sure, but I'm not drinking as much this time; I stayed up all night puking, and I had to lie right to Darry's face and tell him it was a bug," said Pony.
"All right, but I'm not holding back. I'm better at hiding it I guess... I really didn't have much of a hangover last time. Guess I slept through it."
"Me too," Johnny said, eyeing me. "Probably woulda slept through all of it if little miss 'I don't want to go home' hadn't made me run across town."
"Sorry, but I didn't want to leave you there, and if I hadn't ran, I wouldn't be talking right now; I would be locked up in my room writing my will."
"Fine, you too argue on the way. I don't wanna get there late," Pony said, pulling out another cigarette. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~
Hey, there, guys! Just incase any of you are wondering about the romance part in the story, I plan to put a little in the next chapter. Oh, and other stuff too!! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! ...please (
Until next time,
StillStayingGold
On the way to the Dingo, Soda and Steve noticed a friend from work hanging out around a crowd of other greasers checking out an old 1949 convertible. I knew nothing about cars, so I didn't know what it was, but Steve was glued to the spot.
"You guys go on, me and Steve will meet you back at the house after while," Soda said, chuckling at Steve who was almost drooling.
"All right," I said not really minding.
When we were getting pretty close to the Dingo, almost a block away, we passed by Buck's place. Dally was coming out, and he slammed the door behind him. I looked at Two-Bit and immediately knew he didn't want to stay with us. Pony saw this too, and with his hand, he made a 'shoo' motion with his hand.
"Go. Go and have your cheap fun riding around acting reckless, being a menace to society, getting stupider by the second, but having the time of your life. See if we care," Pony had the sarcasm thing going good! I couldn't help but laugh.
"See, I would stay, but I don't feel like talking about sunsets and novels today," Two-Bit replied quickly. I chuckled, but only loud enough for myself to hear. I actually respected Pony's sensitivity, but I had to snap him out of his daydreams sometimes before it could get to the point where drama defined him.
I had thought about it before. All of our lives were full of drama. It wasn't the kind of drama that you would whine about to all of your friends, or that you would share with the girls in the locker room every morning. It ran too deeply; we were forced to be tough about it because if we weren't we'd break. My home life was pretty good; I would be crazy to complain. It was just listening to the rest of the gang's problems that brought me down.
Dammit. I'm off the subject. Well, here we go. Let's get started...again.
After the quick goodbyes to Two-Bit, and the quick hellos to Dally, we were off to the Dingo once again. I pulled out a smoke and gave on to Johnny and Ponyboy and took out a new lighter that Two-Bit stole for me from a department store.
I stomped the butt out under my shoe and opened the door to the Dingo. As I did, I noticed that my jeans were getting a bit too tight. They had developed a fading look because I constantly wore them; of course they were clean, I just liked them because they were comfortable. Oh, well. I'd have to get a new pair once I got my paycheck at the end of the week from the market at the end of town.
We made our way to the back where we always sat, and I handed Pony a quarter to go pick a good song on the jukebox. The music was faint, but we could hear it all right.
When our song was over, I listened to the radio that the waitress had on the counter.
"'...In recent news, Harold Rowing was murdered along with his three children after being robbed outside of the drugstore on the east side of Tulsa, Oklahoma. The department store itself had also been robbed, leaving cashier and manager, Peter Howsend, dead from a bullet wound in the chest. Locals are to be warned that the criminal is still out there and is to be considered armed. Now back to your usual programming...' ''
When Johnny and I heard this, we looked at each other in shock. I didn't say anything because the others didn't know, and as soon as they found out, they would do something stupid. I wasn't about to call the fuzz, because if my mom found out I had snuck out with Johnny, she would have my ass on a silver platter.
When the waitress came to our table, Johnny and Pony ordered up a storm. When she looked at me I said, "I'll have a strawberry milkshake."
"Okay, Ashley, I know you can't just have a strawberry milkshake... All right, miss, she will have a strawberry milkshake with a double cheeseburger and a large order of chili fries with extra cheese and no onions," Johnny said ordering my usual.
"I'm not going to eat all of that," I said with my eyebrows raised.
"Yes you will; just watch," he replied.
He was right. I finished my shake in no time and was still hungry so I started on my cheeseburger. Before I knew it, I had a fork and was eating the extra chili that had fallen off of my fries. We stayed and talked for a few minutes, allowing me to forget about the loose killer walking the streets that would recognize me in a heart beat.
"What do you say we go to Mara's house tonight to have some fun? Hell, it's Saturday. I want to do something useful with my time, not just sit around doin stuff we could do on a school night," I said getting bored with myself.
"Sure, but I'm not drinking as much this time; I stayed up all night puking, and I had to lie right to Darry's face and tell him it was a bug," said Pony.
"All right, but I'm not holding back. I'm better at hiding it I guess... I really didn't have much of a hangover last time. Guess I slept through it."
"Me too," Johnny said, eyeing me. "Probably woulda slept through all of it if little miss 'I don't want to go home' hadn't made me run across town."
"Sorry, but I didn't want to leave you there, and if I hadn't ran, I wouldn't be talking right now; I would be locked up in my room writing my will."
"Fine, you too argue on the way. I don't wanna get there late," Pony said, pulling out another cigarette. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~
Hey, there, guys! Just incase any of you are wondering about the romance part in the story, I plan to put a little in the next chapter. Oh, and other stuff too!! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! ...please (
Until next time,
StillStayingGold