Hey you guys! Once again thanks so much for reading and reviewing my story,
I really appreciate it!
jkb: I haven't gotten around to reading your story yet, but I heard through the grapevine that its really good so Im gonna read it sometime soon! Thanks so much for taking your time to read/ review:)
killslay: Thanks for your suggestion on using the king's music:) It just seems like in every outsider's fanfic, whenever someone wants to mention music that the greasers are listening to, its always Elvis. There was other music at the time in 1966, so I wanna use the other music. I thought it'd be cool to use the Rolling Stones since they were kind of the "rebellious" british guys as opposed to the Beatles. So you know Socs: good guys: beatles.....greasers: bad guys: rolling stones, blah blah blah u get it Im sure. Oh, and the Rolling Stones came out with "Satisfaction" in 1966. But thanks for bringing that up, I need people to bring these things up in case my story needs fixing.
Okay now to the story....just to warn you guys, there is a small sex scene in this chapter, but it's not really that explicit so Im gonna bump the rating to "R" but not "NC-17".
Remember...please give me suggestions, comments, whatever, when u review! Tell me if the chapter is too long, whatever, so I can improve.
And this chapter may seem confusing, so if you guys get confused, then tell me so maybe I can figure out some way to revise it so that it's more understandable.
Whenever something is italicized it means that it's a flashback.
Alright....I hope you enjoy it!
He sat at one of Buck's parties. His slim figure absorbed the alcohol, letting the calmness seep through. After finishing the alcohol, he set down the bottle and pulled out a pack of smokes. For some really odd fucking reason, he didn't feel like getting totally crocked tonight. Maybe it was the odd change in the weather, the heaviness that surrounded Tulsa seemed to settle intensely right on him…yeah maybe it was some shit like that. He scanned the living room, looking for some hot chick. He could feel the uneasiness arise in him, the feverish uncontrollable feeling that was pulling him from the inside.
All the chicks in the party had miniskirts that were strained onto them, and skintight blouses that cramped and chocked their breasts. Their hair was teased up as high as it could go, their faces masked with make-up. As he was about to rise up to have some enjoyment with a lucky victim, a figure stepped in front of him. Her slender arm reached over and pulled a cigarette from the box in his hand. She pulled it up to her attractive lips, waiting for Dally to strike her a match. Dally felt his blood start to boil. He glared at her with fuming eyes, eyes that would scare anybody away. As he continued to stare into her eyes, he noticed something weird…something eery. 'What was it about her eyes?' he thought to himself. It all came to him in an instant, his blood turning ice cold as he dropped his pack of cigarettes. Her eyes were like…Johnny's eyes. Johnnycake, who suffered from abuse and neglect. Johnny, who had lost his innocence so young. Her eyes were empty, so old for her age.
Summer looked at Dally as the cigarette teetered in between her lips, then fell to the ground. She didn't get frightened too often by some hoodlum like him, but there was something about him that she now realized was not to be messed with. But other than the common vibes that this guy let off, she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was about him that kind of…frightened her. Something that made the hairs on the back of her neck raise up.
"Is something wrong?" she hesitantly questioned him, not really wanting to know exactly what was wrong. Dally avoided her eyes, trying to return back to his normal self.
"No nothing's, uh, nothing's wrong." Despite the initial shock he couldn't help his eyes from roaming over body. She was dressed in a knee length red skirt and a black, laced satin blouse that perfectly fit her slender figure. The clothes seemed to be tossed on so effortlessly yet it looked refined on her, unlike the baby dolls who had sucked and squeezed into their stretchy fabrics. There was something about her so intense that she didn't need to try hard to look pleasing. Her long shiny hair looked fittingly natural, yet it was graceful and as delicate as her face. He looked up into her eyes again and she blinked, showing her long, dark eyelashes. The moisture of her face, which was caused by the humid air, strangely complimented her.
He could feel the fever rising inside him again, the uncontrollable pull that ruled his mind. He ran his hand across her back, over to her shoulder. The sensation made her feel uneasy. She remembered the way his hand used to lightly graze her skin with the tips of his fingers, so delicate, it seemed…
She wanted it to stop, but at the same time she needed it so bad. Summer was afraid, deathly afraid of being attached to someone. But for some reason she needed that physical satisfaction, she needed it and if she didn't get it she would go crazy. She paced along with Dally to nearest bedroom, and she lied down on the cot that had been opened onto the floor. They both began to discard their clothing, and as Summer started to unbutton her bra, Dally's eyes penetrated her as he leaned in for a kiss….
It was the eyes, the pale blue eyes that frightened her. Just like his cold, pale, detached eyes. His skin was so white, his black hair long and scraggly. He was a lot older than 18 years, she was starting to realize…but…he had seemed so much younger to her when she first had glanced at him in the parking lot. The parking lot where the older, cool kids hung out at. Now she was in too deep to turn back.
Cold late night so long ago
When I was not so strong you know
A pretty man came to me
Never seen eyes so blue
I could not run away
It seemed we'd seen each other in a dream
It seemed like he knew me
He looked right through me
"Come on home, girl," he said with a smile
"You don't have to love me yet
Let's get high a while
But try to understand
Try to understand
Try try try to understand
I'm a magic man."
Summer felt her whole body tremble from as Dally's lips met hers. The fever inside her was making her weaker than usual, but the panic she felt surged through her body. She tried to scream as she pushed on Dally's chest. His breaths came in shorts gasps as he pulled his greedy mouth apart from hers.
"I'll…I'll continue," she forced out, "but under one condition." Dally gazed at her in disbelief. He could feel the blood circulating through his body as he waited for her to continue.
"Don't tell me you're backing out now," he said, trying to keep calm.
"I'm not going to back out," she stated. "But I'm not gonna go through with this if it's too personal. I don't want," she faltered, "I don't want any kissing." Dally who was puzzled by this, was too far along to go back. How the hell could you do…that…but be afraid to kiss?
"Fine….it's fine! Let's just get this over with," he replied, as he tore off her pants and removed her delicate underwear. He danced inside of her and she followed suit, moving to a lurid rhythm. But she wouldn't look at the eyes. He also avoided her eyes, the two so connected in one way, so disconnected in another way. His desire exploded and they were both hot and sticky from the delirium. They lay for a second, catching their breaths, and finally Summer took one last, hard look into Dally's face. She pulled on her clothing and escaped the house. Dally was left there confused and shocked. 'No,' Dally thought to himself after a few minutes as he guzzled down some hard liquor, 'she didn't really shock me. She was just an easy fuck. Nobody frightens the dangerous, fearless Dallas Winston.'
Johnny scuffled on the cracked pavement, the ache starting dully in his bones, bleeding throughout his entire body and lastly reaching his soul. Soul? Did he even have a soul left? He could feel his eye starting to throb, and the lacerations on his back were going to leave some mighty marks. No, he didn't have soul left. How can you have a soul when your insides had rotted out? Termites had gnawed his insides, bit by bit, tearing and gashing till there was nothing left. They mangled and mutilated first his organs, followed by the muscle, leaving only the thick blood coursing through his swollen veins and the baggy skin that hung loosely around his skeleton. Leeches had sucked through his supple exterior and greedily absorbed the crimson fluid, leaving nothing for his heart to pump. But wait, it wasn't actually a heart. A heart felt tenderness, affection, whatever people wanted to call it. Didn't a heart feel that emotion people always referred to as love? It was just a vascular organ, forcing nothing but air throughout his meaningless carcass. He could hide the damage that had been done to his back, but he couldn't hide the dark purple sphere that was going to be surrounding his eye tomorrow. Why hide it? People might as well see his ugliness.
Summer scurried down the same cracked street Johnny had minutes before. She could feel her hands start to tremble.
"Damn!" she cursed out loud, remembering she had left the cigarettes at the house, under the pillow of course, so that the irritation known as her aunt wouldn't take the damn things away from her. She had to get home quick before the irritation found out she was gone.
~*earlier that night*~
She had been strained into consciousness again, arising from the coma that had consumed her. She didn't know which was worse; the awful and terrifying depths of the abyss which her mind pulled her into when she dozed off, or the suffocation of tossing and turning in bed, thinking about that thing her body needed so bad, so much that she burned with pain. Just as the night before she stepped out the front door, hoping maybe the feeling would go away. But unlike the cool breeze of the night before to calm her down, the air was intensely claustrophobic, wrathfully searing. The hot atmosphere only encouraged the fever inside of her like grease to a fire, and there was no way she could settle it now. The oven-like atmosphere reminded her of a time once back in Georgia during the summer...
The sun was beating down on them like there was no tomorrow. Mommy and Daddy were having a party in the backyard. A few weeks before the party Summer had seen some of the people who lived really far away from their house. They lived in a nasty junkyard and Summer and her parents passed by there in their big silver car. The big silver car was so pretty, and Mommy and Daddy would never leave home without it! Summer glanced out the window while her father turned his face away from the scene and pretended to be focused on driving. The dirty old cars were so yucky. Summer took in as much of the site as she could because she didn't ever see things like this. The people were outside having a barbeque. They hungrily ate the ribs, sauce covering their face and dripping from their lips.
"Oh my lord!" Mommy had exclaimed. Summer was real curious about the way those people were, even the way they ate. Her Mommy and Daddy would never let her eat like that, especially around other people. She had asked her Mommy why they couldn't do things like that in front of others.
"You wouldn't want your Daddy to be seen with sauce all over his face, would you? It wouldn't look too pleasant."
Summer came to the conclusion that if you ate barbeque ribs drenched sloppily with sauce you were not a good person. If you ate cute little sandwiches cut into triangles with a toothpick stuck through them, then people would like you. Her mommy might as well have said, "Because your Daddy needs to present the best possible face to the public, they are his audience. He needs to con them into thinking that he is a decent man."
Of course the toothpick should have an olive stuck on it. That's why they were eating them right now at the party. The drinks were important too. Tea or lemonade, with a little slice of lemon teetering off the edge of a fancy glass. Summer tried to be as good as possible, and drink her sweet lemonade and eat her triangle sandwich.
But party after party Summer got sick of the monotony of triangle sandwiches and sweet lemonade. She always remembered the junkyard, and soon wanted to devour barbeque ribs like those dirty people did. She wanted to stand out in the scorching sun, sweat dripping from her forehead and leaking from her smelly arm-pits. She wanted her dad, with his stinky arm-pits too, to shove the raw ribs onto a monstrous fire that would be made right in the middle of the backyard. They would watch as their primitive, gluttonous potbellies roared with ravenous hunger, their huge tongues hanging out and dripping saliva like wolves. After her dad would pull the black, scorched ribs from the fire her mom would bring a huge bowl of deep red barbeque sauce. She would take the ladle she always used to serve lemonade and drench the ribs with the thick red sauce. All three of them, while Mommy and Daddy's audience watched with their mouths hanging open in shock, would tear off the meat from the ribs, fat and oil and sauce dripping down their faces onto their chests. Summer's Mommy, while the sauce covered her face and huge arm-pit stains gave off a dreadful odor, would stop chomping on her meat for a second and give that fake, bright white smile she always had plastered on her face. Except this time the smile wouldn't be all that white.
Summer had heard a faint rhythm off in the distance as it floated through the stiff air. It didn't matter how far away it was, she always felt the passion, the zest, the rapture that the music carried. A single stream of sweat dripped from her forehead, and she knew the only way to settle the sickness that was rising inside of her was to head toward the vivid coolness of the party…
~*back to the cracked street*~
Summer was now only a few feet away from her house. Now that her mind was clear, now that she had released the energy, she wondered how the hell she had made it to the party and back without getting attacked by some lowlife. She had pretty much traveled from the irritation's house in the middle class neighborhoods to the ghetto, the shitty side of town where the streets reeked of urine. What would some homeless person, some pimp, some whore think of her as she passed by them, her flaming red skirt and her black satin blouse? Would they have any clue that she came from a family where her dad was a politician, and wouldn't let his family eat barbeque ribs because they weren't decent? Did they have any idea of the elaborate dreams she had as a child, wanting to have a huge fire in the middle of their perfect yard and see her mom grinning with sweat stains?
What the hell did a pimp, a homeless person, a whore care anyway, right? They had enough worries about themselves than to sit on a curb and guess where this girl had come from, and where she was going. Summer did know one thing though. If she walked the streets anymore at night alone, she knew she would get herself into some deep shit. 'Try to remember next time!' she silently scolded herself. But she knew that the next night, when she would be tossing and turning in bed, with the heat pressing down on her, she wouldn't give a damn about whether or not she died on the streets.
Lyrics from "Magic Man" by Heart
jkb: I haven't gotten around to reading your story yet, but I heard through the grapevine that its really good so Im gonna read it sometime soon! Thanks so much for taking your time to read/ review:)
killslay: Thanks for your suggestion on using the king's music:) It just seems like in every outsider's fanfic, whenever someone wants to mention music that the greasers are listening to, its always Elvis. There was other music at the time in 1966, so I wanna use the other music. I thought it'd be cool to use the Rolling Stones since they were kind of the "rebellious" british guys as opposed to the Beatles. So you know Socs: good guys: beatles.....greasers: bad guys: rolling stones, blah blah blah u get it Im sure. Oh, and the Rolling Stones came out with "Satisfaction" in 1966. But thanks for bringing that up, I need people to bring these things up in case my story needs fixing.
Okay now to the story....just to warn you guys, there is a small sex scene in this chapter, but it's not really that explicit so Im gonna bump the rating to "R" but not "NC-17".
Remember...please give me suggestions, comments, whatever, when u review! Tell me if the chapter is too long, whatever, so I can improve.
And this chapter may seem confusing, so if you guys get confused, then tell me so maybe I can figure out some way to revise it so that it's more understandable.
Whenever something is italicized it means that it's a flashback.
Alright....I hope you enjoy it!
He sat at one of Buck's parties. His slim figure absorbed the alcohol, letting the calmness seep through. After finishing the alcohol, he set down the bottle and pulled out a pack of smokes. For some really odd fucking reason, he didn't feel like getting totally crocked tonight. Maybe it was the odd change in the weather, the heaviness that surrounded Tulsa seemed to settle intensely right on him…yeah maybe it was some shit like that. He scanned the living room, looking for some hot chick. He could feel the uneasiness arise in him, the feverish uncontrollable feeling that was pulling him from the inside.
All the chicks in the party had miniskirts that were strained onto them, and skintight blouses that cramped and chocked their breasts. Their hair was teased up as high as it could go, their faces masked with make-up. As he was about to rise up to have some enjoyment with a lucky victim, a figure stepped in front of him. Her slender arm reached over and pulled a cigarette from the box in his hand. She pulled it up to her attractive lips, waiting for Dally to strike her a match. Dally felt his blood start to boil. He glared at her with fuming eyes, eyes that would scare anybody away. As he continued to stare into her eyes, he noticed something weird…something eery. 'What was it about her eyes?' he thought to himself. It all came to him in an instant, his blood turning ice cold as he dropped his pack of cigarettes. Her eyes were like…Johnny's eyes. Johnnycake, who suffered from abuse and neglect. Johnny, who had lost his innocence so young. Her eyes were empty, so old for her age.
Summer looked at Dally as the cigarette teetered in between her lips, then fell to the ground. She didn't get frightened too often by some hoodlum like him, but there was something about him that she now realized was not to be messed with. But other than the common vibes that this guy let off, she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was about him that kind of…frightened her. Something that made the hairs on the back of her neck raise up.
"Is something wrong?" she hesitantly questioned him, not really wanting to know exactly what was wrong. Dally avoided her eyes, trying to return back to his normal self.
"No nothing's, uh, nothing's wrong." Despite the initial shock he couldn't help his eyes from roaming over body. She was dressed in a knee length red skirt and a black, laced satin blouse that perfectly fit her slender figure. The clothes seemed to be tossed on so effortlessly yet it looked refined on her, unlike the baby dolls who had sucked and squeezed into their stretchy fabrics. There was something about her so intense that she didn't need to try hard to look pleasing. Her long shiny hair looked fittingly natural, yet it was graceful and as delicate as her face. He looked up into her eyes again and she blinked, showing her long, dark eyelashes. The moisture of her face, which was caused by the humid air, strangely complimented her.
He could feel the fever rising inside him again, the uncontrollable pull that ruled his mind. He ran his hand across her back, over to her shoulder. The sensation made her feel uneasy. She remembered the way his hand used to lightly graze her skin with the tips of his fingers, so delicate, it seemed…
She wanted it to stop, but at the same time she needed it so bad. Summer was afraid, deathly afraid of being attached to someone. But for some reason she needed that physical satisfaction, she needed it and if she didn't get it she would go crazy. She paced along with Dally to nearest bedroom, and she lied down on the cot that had been opened onto the floor. They both began to discard their clothing, and as Summer started to unbutton her bra, Dally's eyes penetrated her as he leaned in for a kiss….
It was the eyes, the pale blue eyes that frightened her. Just like his cold, pale, detached eyes. His skin was so white, his black hair long and scraggly. He was a lot older than 18 years, she was starting to realize…but…he had seemed so much younger to her when she first had glanced at him in the parking lot. The parking lot where the older, cool kids hung out at. Now she was in too deep to turn back.
Cold late night so long ago
When I was not so strong you know
A pretty man came to me
Never seen eyes so blue
I could not run away
It seemed we'd seen each other in a dream
It seemed like he knew me
He looked right through me
"Come on home, girl," he said with a smile
"You don't have to love me yet
Let's get high a while
But try to understand
Try to understand
Try try try to understand
I'm a magic man."
Summer felt her whole body tremble from as Dally's lips met hers. The fever inside her was making her weaker than usual, but the panic she felt surged through her body. She tried to scream as she pushed on Dally's chest. His breaths came in shorts gasps as he pulled his greedy mouth apart from hers.
"I'll…I'll continue," she forced out, "but under one condition." Dally gazed at her in disbelief. He could feel the blood circulating through his body as he waited for her to continue.
"Don't tell me you're backing out now," he said, trying to keep calm.
"I'm not going to back out," she stated. "But I'm not gonna go through with this if it's too personal. I don't want," she faltered, "I don't want any kissing." Dally who was puzzled by this, was too far along to go back. How the hell could you do…that…but be afraid to kiss?
"Fine….it's fine! Let's just get this over with," he replied, as he tore off her pants and removed her delicate underwear. He danced inside of her and she followed suit, moving to a lurid rhythm. But she wouldn't look at the eyes. He also avoided her eyes, the two so connected in one way, so disconnected in another way. His desire exploded and they were both hot and sticky from the delirium. They lay for a second, catching their breaths, and finally Summer took one last, hard look into Dally's face. She pulled on her clothing and escaped the house. Dally was left there confused and shocked. 'No,' Dally thought to himself after a few minutes as he guzzled down some hard liquor, 'she didn't really shock me. She was just an easy fuck. Nobody frightens the dangerous, fearless Dallas Winston.'
Johnny scuffled on the cracked pavement, the ache starting dully in his bones, bleeding throughout his entire body and lastly reaching his soul. Soul? Did he even have a soul left? He could feel his eye starting to throb, and the lacerations on his back were going to leave some mighty marks. No, he didn't have soul left. How can you have a soul when your insides had rotted out? Termites had gnawed his insides, bit by bit, tearing and gashing till there was nothing left. They mangled and mutilated first his organs, followed by the muscle, leaving only the thick blood coursing through his swollen veins and the baggy skin that hung loosely around his skeleton. Leeches had sucked through his supple exterior and greedily absorbed the crimson fluid, leaving nothing for his heart to pump. But wait, it wasn't actually a heart. A heart felt tenderness, affection, whatever people wanted to call it. Didn't a heart feel that emotion people always referred to as love? It was just a vascular organ, forcing nothing but air throughout his meaningless carcass. He could hide the damage that had been done to his back, but he couldn't hide the dark purple sphere that was going to be surrounding his eye tomorrow. Why hide it? People might as well see his ugliness.
Summer scurried down the same cracked street Johnny had minutes before. She could feel her hands start to tremble.
"Damn!" she cursed out loud, remembering she had left the cigarettes at the house, under the pillow of course, so that the irritation known as her aunt wouldn't take the damn things away from her. She had to get home quick before the irritation found out she was gone.
~*earlier that night*~
She had been strained into consciousness again, arising from the coma that had consumed her. She didn't know which was worse; the awful and terrifying depths of the abyss which her mind pulled her into when she dozed off, or the suffocation of tossing and turning in bed, thinking about that thing her body needed so bad, so much that she burned with pain. Just as the night before she stepped out the front door, hoping maybe the feeling would go away. But unlike the cool breeze of the night before to calm her down, the air was intensely claustrophobic, wrathfully searing. The hot atmosphere only encouraged the fever inside of her like grease to a fire, and there was no way she could settle it now. The oven-like atmosphere reminded her of a time once back in Georgia during the summer...
The sun was beating down on them like there was no tomorrow. Mommy and Daddy were having a party in the backyard. A few weeks before the party Summer had seen some of the people who lived really far away from their house. They lived in a nasty junkyard and Summer and her parents passed by there in their big silver car. The big silver car was so pretty, and Mommy and Daddy would never leave home without it! Summer glanced out the window while her father turned his face away from the scene and pretended to be focused on driving. The dirty old cars were so yucky. Summer took in as much of the site as she could because she didn't ever see things like this. The people were outside having a barbeque. They hungrily ate the ribs, sauce covering their face and dripping from their lips.
"Oh my lord!" Mommy had exclaimed. Summer was real curious about the way those people were, even the way they ate. Her Mommy and Daddy would never let her eat like that, especially around other people. She had asked her Mommy why they couldn't do things like that in front of others.
"You wouldn't want your Daddy to be seen with sauce all over his face, would you? It wouldn't look too pleasant."
Summer came to the conclusion that if you ate barbeque ribs drenched sloppily with sauce you were not a good person. If you ate cute little sandwiches cut into triangles with a toothpick stuck through them, then people would like you. Her mommy might as well have said, "Because your Daddy needs to present the best possible face to the public, they are his audience. He needs to con them into thinking that he is a decent man."
Of course the toothpick should have an olive stuck on it. That's why they were eating them right now at the party. The drinks were important too. Tea or lemonade, with a little slice of lemon teetering off the edge of a fancy glass. Summer tried to be as good as possible, and drink her sweet lemonade and eat her triangle sandwich.
But party after party Summer got sick of the monotony of triangle sandwiches and sweet lemonade. She always remembered the junkyard, and soon wanted to devour barbeque ribs like those dirty people did. She wanted to stand out in the scorching sun, sweat dripping from her forehead and leaking from her smelly arm-pits. She wanted her dad, with his stinky arm-pits too, to shove the raw ribs onto a monstrous fire that would be made right in the middle of the backyard. They would watch as their primitive, gluttonous potbellies roared with ravenous hunger, their huge tongues hanging out and dripping saliva like wolves. After her dad would pull the black, scorched ribs from the fire her mom would bring a huge bowl of deep red barbeque sauce. She would take the ladle she always used to serve lemonade and drench the ribs with the thick red sauce. All three of them, while Mommy and Daddy's audience watched with their mouths hanging open in shock, would tear off the meat from the ribs, fat and oil and sauce dripping down their faces onto their chests. Summer's Mommy, while the sauce covered her face and huge arm-pit stains gave off a dreadful odor, would stop chomping on her meat for a second and give that fake, bright white smile she always had plastered on her face. Except this time the smile wouldn't be all that white.
Summer had heard a faint rhythm off in the distance as it floated through the stiff air. It didn't matter how far away it was, she always felt the passion, the zest, the rapture that the music carried. A single stream of sweat dripped from her forehead, and she knew the only way to settle the sickness that was rising inside of her was to head toward the vivid coolness of the party…
~*back to the cracked street*~
Summer was now only a few feet away from her house. Now that her mind was clear, now that she had released the energy, she wondered how the hell she had made it to the party and back without getting attacked by some lowlife. She had pretty much traveled from the irritation's house in the middle class neighborhoods to the ghetto, the shitty side of town where the streets reeked of urine. What would some homeless person, some pimp, some whore think of her as she passed by them, her flaming red skirt and her black satin blouse? Would they have any clue that she came from a family where her dad was a politician, and wouldn't let his family eat barbeque ribs because they weren't decent? Did they have any idea of the elaborate dreams she had as a child, wanting to have a huge fire in the middle of their perfect yard and see her mom grinning with sweat stains?
What the hell did a pimp, a homeless person, a whore care anyway, right? They had enough worries about themselves than to sit on a curb and guess where this girl had come from, and where she was going. Summer did know one thing though. If she walked the streets anymore at night alone, she knew she would get herself into some deep shit. 'Try to remember next time!' she silently scolded herself. But she knew that the next night, when she would be tossing and turning in bed, with the heat pressing down on her, she wouldn't give a damn about whether or not she died on the streets.
Lyrics from "Magic Man" by Heart