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~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chapter 6: Angela in Sorrow~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Tim's face held a grim expression as he walked over to me. "Bleu," he said softly, "I need your help. Angela is in her room crying her eyes out, and won't let any guy in there. I asked her if I brought a girl over to talk, would she cooperate, and Angela agreed. What I'm asking is, can you go talk to my sister?"

I nodded. I remembered Angela; she was Tim and Curly's sister. She had gorgeous hair last time I saw her; it was black with a blue tint. Her attitude was cocky, like Tim's, but when I got to know her she was a real nice girl.

Tim smiled. "Thanks, Bleu. I owe ya one."

I hugged Johnny. "I'll be right back, ok?" He nodded and grinned.

I turned to Dally and gave him a hug too. He held me tight and whispered, "I'm sorry." I patted him on the back and turned back to Tim. He put his arm around my shoulders and we walked to his car.

As we drove off, I could still hear Soda and Two-Bit yelling over at the park.

^^At the Shepard residence^^

As soon as I got out of the car, I heard sobs coming from inside. I winced; I hated to see people in such pain. "Do you know what happened, Tim?" I asked, closing the car door.

He shook his head sadly. "Nope, she came in like this and ran straight up to her room and locked the door."

I nodded and dashed inside. It smelled like cigarette smoke and cheap liquor, but I didn't pay too much attention. I thundered up the stairs and knocked on Angela's door.

"Angela? It's me, Bleu. Johnny Cade's cousin? Do you remember me?"

I heard heavy footsteps and then the door swung open. There stood Angela, perfect Angela. Only she didn't look so hot. Her make-up was all runny, her eyes were huge and puffy, and her gorgeous hair was a mess. She threw her arms around me and sobbed into my shoulder. I rubbed her back and whispered, "Shhhh…It's ok Angela. Come on." I led the way back to her bed and we both sat down. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?"

In between sobs she told me the story. Apparently she was out partying with a guy named Rick at Buck Merril's place when a bunch of Socs decided to come. She said there was at least twenty-five of them, and considering it was daylight at Buck's, not too many people were around. The odds were against the greasers, and she told me that the majority of the Socs had switchblades. Angela said that they started to badmouth Rick, and Rick talked dirty right back to them. Finally when Rick threw a punch, one of the Socs stabbed Rick with his switchblade.

"A-and then," Angela sobbed, "H-he went d-down. T-they killed him! They killed my Rick!" She broke into another fit of sobs, and I hugged her tight. "Oh, Angela I'm so sorry!" I just held her while she cried. I could connect with what she was going through, and I held her like I knew I had wanted to be.

It was a good ten minutes later when she finally calmed down. "Are you ready to go downstairs now, Angel?" I asked softly, and she nodded.

"I'm such a mess though!" she said, half laughing. I grabbed a brush from her nightstand and began to comb her hair. From the mirror across from us I saw her grinning. "Thank you so much Bleu! You're the best friend a gal could have!"

I continued to brush her hair and replied, "Hey, no problem. You don't have to thank me; that's what friends are for, right?"

After I brushed her hair and she put on make-up, we headed down the stairs. Tim was sitting on the couch. Just sitting; I didn't see any magazines, and the TV wasn't on.

His head snapped up when he heard us coming down the stairs. "Angel!" he cried, running over to us. Angela ran into his arms, and Tim squeezed her tightly. "Angel, are you ok honey?"

Angela stifled a sob, and answered, "Yeah, thanks to Bleu and you."

Tim looked at me and gave me the warmest smile I've ever seen.

I grinned back. "Well, I gotta go now. I told Johnny I wouldn't be gone long."

Tim and Angela came over to me and wrapped me in a big hug. "If you ever need anything, just call us," Tim said, and Angela added, "Yeah we'll be overjoyed to help you and your friends, Bleu. Thanks for everything!"

"No problem. I'll see you guys around. Bye!"

"Bye!"

As I walked out of the Shepard's house, I bumped into Two-Bit.

"I heard Angela crying. What happened?"

"Her boyfriend was killed by Socs."

Two-Bit's mouth formed an 'O.' "Good Lord, is she ok?"

"Yeah. Me and Tim helped her through it."

A sudden blast of icy wind sent me reeling. I hugged myself and started to cry, despite myself. Two-Bit put his arm around my waist and drew me against his chest. I sobbed into his shoulder and he held me.

"I just hate to see people so hurt!" I sobbed.

He smoothed my hair. "I know. Me too. But there's nothing you could have done that you didn't already."

"I know, but she shouldn't have to suffer for this! It's not her fault! I hate these Socs!" I cried, pounding my fist into Two-Bit's chest.

I half laughed, and apologized. He grinned. "Hey, forget about it." He kissed my forehead. "You all better now?"

I wiped my eyes. "Yeah. Let's go back before Johnny thinks we eloped to Mexico."