"so, this is the Dingo," she said, looking around slowly,"where's the lot?"
she sat down at the bar chair and began spinning.
"its somewhere outside," Dally said, holding her shoulder to stop the spinning," don't, its making me dizzy. How do you know about the lot?"
"how do I know?" she asked, sounding a bit offended and then pointing at herself," how do I know?!?! I know all about y'all!"
"but we don't even know your name!" Johnny said, speaking up for once.
"oh, I'm sorry! I'm Trish." She held out a hand with a pink glove with the glove's fingers cut off. We all shook hands and when it was my turn, I slipped the glove off and put it on my hand.
"hey!" she exclaimed and for a moment looked as if she was going to punch me or something. But then, she took off the DX hat I was wearing and wore it.
"where's the crib?" she asked after a while.
"crib?" I asked," I grew out of that YEARS ago!"
"do I really have to say it?" she asked," your own personal cooler. A place where you go home at night and just chill."
"penitentiary?" I asked.
"no! ok. dude, your house."
"I'll show ya!" Ponyboy happily exclaimed as he led us out of the dingo.
We were barely in the front gate when Trish yelled," WOAH! Major tightness!"
"tight?" Darry asked," I know its small. But its not tight."
"oh, sorry for the lack of old language. Tight as in cool. And I wasn't talking 'bout your house. Its that one!" she pointed at the one across the street," I live THERE!"
"oh, Jay NZ lives there." Darry said.
"Jay.....NZ..... interesting. I WANNA MEET HIM!" she said, and with the blink of an eye, she was already across the street.
"funny, she is kinda like Soda," Dally whispered under his breath.
Trish's***************** POV I ran to the house.
"hey!" Two-bit screamed," he will not be opening it to just anyone!"
"I'll hold," I yelled in reply. I went to go sit on the wired fence and began kicking it with my heels as soon as I got up. I have this thing for being impatient at times and most of all, lazy. But this time, I was impatient. It seemed like eternity the way they were walking across the street. I mean, it IS just across the street. I was kicking the fence when I suddenly lost my balance and fell over backwards. The back of my knees held on the edge of the top of the fence.
"you alright?" Soda said, slowly running to me.
"just fine.....just hanging around," I said, tucking my shirt in because it had already fallen down to my belly," CURSE YOU GRAVITY!" I said aloud.
"lemme help ya," Soda said, between laughs. he helped me, at least tried. He was laughing too hard and I was encouraging him by laughing my socks off too.
"need help?" asked Darry. Darry's face doesn't really look as good upside down, it looks better does right side up. I laughed in surprise and lost my balance. I fell on Soda who was rolling on the ground, laughing.
Darry helped me up," Soda! Your embarrassing! I mean, she is only about, less than 100 pounds!"
"whats all this?" A boy asked, standing at the door. He had greasy hair, loaded with leather and had big sunglasses on.
"who are you?" I asked. "don't be rude!" Johnny said, under his breath.
"I'm Jay. And you are?" he asked, taking off his sunglasses and revealing blue eyes.
"I'm trish," I said for the second time this day.
"do you have the time?" I asked.
"yeah, its almost 6." He said.
"great! Its just in time! My friend has this killer party! Its got real hot broads and a sick DJ." I said.
"sick? I don't wanna get-"Darry began.
"another word for cool," I replied.
"hm," most of the guys thought out loud.
"and some food," I added.
"sure why not" most of them said.
Jay**********POV
We were at the dingo when I said," where's it gonna be at?"
"I'll show ya!" Trish said and she headed into the men's bathroom.
"the MEN'S room?!?!" I said and then noticed an extra stall," I didn't know the renovated this place."
"they didn't," Soda said.
Trish kicked open the extra stall, revealing a door. "why'd ya kick it?" Darry asked," was it locked?"
"no. you just cant pay me one million dollars to touch something in a men's room." she said.
The gang led the way into the second bathroom and into a room across the hall. Trish turned on some music.
"I'm gonna call and ask my friend if its ok if y'all can come," she said, picking up an phone without a cord.
Steve**********POV
I sat there, listening to the unusual music:
Its labor day and my grandpa just ate 7 fucking hot dogs. Its labor day and my grandpa just ate 7 fucking hot dogs. And he shit shit shit his pants. He always fuckin shit his pants......"
Two-bit began to crack a joke, he walked up to the boom box and said," Stop fucking cussing!" over and over until the song stopped while he was in the fuck in fucking. "I'm not done with my fucking sentence!" he yelled.
"shut your trap Two-bit. we're heading out," Trish said.
As we walked out of the door, I just watched as a surprised look crossed Jay's face when he saw the outside of the house.
"so that bathroom leads to my bathroom?" Jay said.
"its 2004." I said coolly.
He surprisingly took it just fine," ok."
"its somewhere outside," Dally said, holding her shoulder to stop the spinning," don't, its making me dizzy. How do you know about the lot?"
"how do I know?" she asked, sounding a bit offended and then pointing at herself," how do I know?!?! I know all about y'all!"
"but we don't even know your name!" Johnny said, speaking up for once.
"oh, I'm sorry! I'm Trish." She held out a hand with a pink glove with the glove's fingers cut off. We all shook hands and when it was my turn, I slipped the glove off and put it on my hand.
"hey!" she exclaimed and for a moment looked as if she was going to punch me or something. But then, she took off the DX hat I was wearing and wore it.
"where's the crib?" she asked after a while.
"crib?" I asked," I grew out of that YEARS ago!"
"do I really have to say it?" she asked," your own personal cooler. A place where you go home at night and just chill."
"penitentiary?" I asked.
"no! ok. dude, your house."
"I'll show ya!" Ponyboy happily exclaimed as he led us out of the dingo.
We were barely in the front gate when Trish yelled," WOAH! Major tightness!"
"tight?" Darry asked," I know its small. But its not tight."
"oh, sorry for the lack of old language. Tight as in cool. And I wasn't talking 'bout your house. Its that one!" she pointed at the one across the street," I live THERE!"
"oh, Jay NZ lives there." Darry said.
"Jay.....NZ..... interesting. I WANNA MEET HIM!" she said, and with the blink of an eye, she was already across the street.
"funny, she is kinda like Soda," Dally whispered under his breath.
Trish's***************** POV I ran to the house.
"hey!" Two-bit screamed," he will not be opening it to just anyone!"
"I'll hold," I yelled in reply. I went to go sit on the wired fence and began kicking it with my heels as soon as I got up. I have this thing for being impatient at times and most of all, lazy. But this time, I was impatient. It seemed like eternity the way they were walking across the street. I mean, it IS just across the street. I was kicking the fence when I suddenly lost my balance and fell over backwards. The back of my knees held on the edge of the top of the fence.
"you alright?" Soda said, slowly running to me.
"just fine.....just hanging around," I said, tucking my shirt in because it had already fallen down to my belly," CURSE YOU GRAVITY!" I said aloud.
"lemme help ya," Soda said, between laughs. he helped me, at least tried. He was laughing too hard and I was encouraging him by laughing my socks off too.
"need help?" asked Darry. Darry's face doesn't really look as good upside down, it looks better does right side up. I laughed in surprise and lost my balance. I fell on Soda who was rolling on the ground, laughing.
Darry helped me up," Soda! Your embarrassing! I mean, she is only about, less than 100 pounds!"
"whats all this?" A boy asked, standing at the door. He had greasy hair, loaded with leather and had big sunglasses on.
"who are you?" I asked. "don't be rude!" Johnny said, under his breath.
"I'm Jay. And you are?" he asked, taking off his sunglasses and revealing blue eyes.
"I'm trish," I said for the second time this day.
"do you have the time?" I asked.
"yeah, its almost 6." He said.
"great! Its just in time! My friend has this killer party! Its got real hot broads and a sick DJ." I said.
"sick? I don't wanna get-"Darry began.
"another word for cool," I replied.
"hm," most of the guys thought out loud.
"and some food," I added.
"sure why not" most of them said.
Jay**********POV
We were at the dingo when I said," where's it gonna be at?"
"I'll show ya!" Trish said and she headed into the men's bathroom.
"the MEN'S room?!?!" I said and then noticed an extra stall," I didn't know the renovated this place."
"they didn't," Soda said.
Trish kicked open the extra stall, revealing a door. "why'd ya kick it?" Darry asked," was it locked?"
"no. you just cant pay me one million dollars to touch something in a men's room." she said.
The gang led the way into the second bathroom and into a room across the hall. Trish turned on some music.
"I'm gonna call and ask my friend if its ok if y'all can come," she said, picking up an phone without a cord.
Steve**********POV
I sat there, listening to the unusual music:
Its labor day and my grandpa just ate 7 fucking hot dogs. Its labor day and my grandpa just ate 7 fucking hot dogs. And he shit shit shit his pants. He always fuckin shit his pants......"
Two-bit began to crack a joke, he walked up to the boom box and said," Stop fucking cussing!" over and over until the song stopped while he was in the fuck in fucking. "I'm not done with my fucking sentence!" he yelled.
"shut your trap Two-bit. we're heading out," Trish said.
As we walked out of the door, I just watched as a surprised look crossed Jay's face when he saw the outside of the house.
"so that bathroom leads to my bathroom?" Jay said.
"its 2004." I said coolly.
He surprisingly took it just fine," ok."