(Johnny's P.O.V)
Jack approached me on the bus on the way home, "are you gonna come to The Coliseum tonight?" she asked, taking a seat beside me.
I shrugged, "I dunno, I don't even know where it is."
"Yeah, I've got an idea about that. You can stop by my house and you can come with me and the other guys if you wanna come. It'll be fun, you should think about it." she told me.
I nodded, "I guess."
"Ok, I live on 14 Finch Street. If you can be over there by around eight." She instructed.
I nodded, "it's a date." And right then the bus pulled over at my stop and I got off.
(Jackson's P.O.V)
"Jenna!" I shouted as I stomped thru the hallways of our house, "Jenna where's my eyeliner!" I finally got to her room and pounded on her door, "JENNA!"
Her door flew open, "WHAT!" she screamed at me.
"Where is my eyeliner? I'm going to The Coliseum tonight and I have to get ready to mosh." I replied, crossing my arms.
"I don't know where your eyeliner is!" she snapped and was going to close the door in my face when I put my hand in the way and pushed so it would close.
"You used it this morning." I stated, "Where did you put it?"
She stomped out of her room and into the bathroom, opened a drawer, pulled out my eyeliner, whipped it at me and stomped back into her room.
"God I hate siblings!" I muttered to myself as I walked into my room, slamming the door. I opened my closet and dug out my black shirt that said in red writing "You make me want to kill babies" and a black pair of jeans. I took the cap off my eyeliner and opened my compact and started doing my eyeliner. Once I was done doing my make up I started undressing so I could put my other change of clothes on. I had my pants and bra on when Johnny walked thru my door.
"HAIL MARY!" he screamed in shock
"GAHHHH!"
My door slammed shut and I hurriedly put on my shirt.
(Johnny's P.O.V)
I got to Jackson's house at about quarter to eight and knocked on the door. Someone I guessed to be her big brother answered the door. "Is Jackson here?" I asked quietly.
He had a bagel in his left hand, "yep, she's in her room. Just go right in...uh, down that hallway, third door to your right." He replied, letting me in.
I followed his directions and opened the door to see her standing there in a pair of jeans and a bra.
"HAIL MARY!" I bellowed.
"GAHHHH she screamed.
I slammed the door and stood outside it until she yelled for me that it was ok to go in. She looked nice; she had on a black t-shirt that said in red, smeared lettering "You make me want to kill babies" and black jeans that flared out at the knee. Her make up was done like it had been earlier and her hair was down with the white streaks braided.
She was blushing madly and I knew I was too. "Sorry about that." I muttered.
She started laughing, "Naw, it's ok. I'm just glad I had my bra on." She replied.
I smiled, "yeah."
"So, you ready?" she asked, putting on a pair of black converse. I nodded, "come on then." She led me out of her house and we walked back toward my house. We walked past an old lot and further down the street past my house. We approached a house, walked up the walk, stepped up on the porch and just walked into the house, "hey shitheads let's go!" she hollered as she walked into the house.
(Jackson's P.O.V)
I walked into the house with Johnny behind me and hollered for them to hurry up. Darry came out of the kitchen and saw me. "DARRY!" I shouted as I walked up to him to give him a hug, "long time no see man, how ya been doin'?" I added after I pulled away.
"Ah you know, same ole same ole. Been takin' care of these guys and workin' all the time." He replied.
Ponyboy came out of the bathroom with his hair gelled back, "hey Jack, hey Johnny." He said quietly.
"Hey Pon, where's Soda? He is our ride." I asked.
"He's comin'." He walked up to their bedroom door and pounded on it, "yo Soda let's go! We're gonna miss Free Beer!" he shouted.
Johnny tapped my shoulder, "they're serving alcohol there?" he asked me quietly.
"What? Oh, no Free Beer is another band. Sorry, forgot to explain that to ya." I replied. It amazed me how the more I hung out with Two Bit the more scatterbrained I got.
Soda walked out of the room in a Taking Back Sunday shirt and a pair of baggy jeans that just barely showed the ends of his black and white Etnies. "Hey Jack, Johnny." He said happily as he ran into the kitchen and came back with a can of Mountain Dew: Pitch Black.
"Aww!" I said. I grabbed the can from him and chugged as much as I possibly could before he snatched it away. "I love that stuff!"
"Then get your own damn can!" he snapped good-naturedly. "This one's mine." He lifted the can to his lips, tilted his head back and chugged the whole can.
I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, grabbed a can of the purple Mountain Dew and walked back into where we were standing. "Oh yeah! Darry this is Johnny, Johnny, this is Pony's and Soda's big brother Darry." I said, smacking myself in the head. "I really need to quit hangin' out with Two Bit, he's really startin' to rub off on me!" I said more to myself than anyone else.
Darry smiled and turned to Pony and Soda, "I want you guys home by midnight." He told them, pointing at them to let them know that he meant business.
Soda waved at him absently, "yeah, yeah, yeah, ruins all our good fun just because he can't have any!" he said and then stuck his tongue out at him.
I stifled a giggle and Darry grinned. Pony was getting antsy, I could tell from the way he kept shifting his weight from one foot to the next. It was a track thing I figured, "can we go now! I really don't want to miss Free Beer!" he asked, getting a little annoyed.
"Yeah let's go! I wanna get into a really good moshpit tonight!" I said, getting excited.
Darry turned and pointed to me, "I don't want you killing anyone tonight, be careful, if we've gotta run you to the hospi-"
"Darry, chill out, the only reason you had to run me to the ER last time was because I fell down, got my head stomped and my dad wasn't home. I usually don't fall down during these things but when you get shoved into one and get plowed over by an amateur then it's kinda out of your hands." I interrupted; my voice was dripping with sarcasm.
He just gave me a warning glance and waved us off. We all went outside to the truck, jumped in and Soda practically floored it all the way to The Coliseum. We went in thru the side for free because the guy that ran the place was my uncle and he was always sneaking us in. especially on band night. The Coliseum was alive with punks and Goths. Usually it was a meeting place for preps that had nothing better to do on Friday and Saturday nights but on band nights, we owned it. There were no preps within the next five miles. Band night was a night full of moshing and loud music that no prep could stand. Band night was a night of freedom.