Well here we are, my and Icelandic Morning Glory's long anticipated
work. Anticipated by who? Well, just us really. Anyway, I hope you like
it!! By the way, the R rating, it is for later chapters with a possible
um, well you know. Ok, I'll see you next chapter! Bye!
INTRODUCTION:
Janet's POV
I'm positive we all believe that our Science teachers are quite insane. After all, who in their right mind would dedicate several years of their life to learning that stuff? Anyways, I had always thought my teacher was a bit off her rocker, but what my best friend Iman and I found in her classroom that Saturday... well, it convinced me to believe that she was lightyears away from a rocker of any kind.
Iman and I had been heading to a week-long slumber party at our friend Sarah's house. After walking for about ten minutes, the two of us realized that we had forgotten our homework in school(the group of us, including our other friends Cortney and Ellen, had planned on doing our homework at the party. Well, more like copying off of eachother...).
So, we turned down a different street and headed towards the school, which was not very far from either of our houses.
It took us all of five minutes to re-route ourselves to the building. It was Saturday, so the school was open for staff and students. We wandered aimlessly around the school for a while, marveling at the silence and emptiness. It seemed that our staff was especially lazy and hadn't bothered to come to school and work on grading papers or whatever they usually did at work.
We finally managed to make ourselves venture to the eighth grade wing, where our lockers were located. Iman's was in the first row on the left side. Mine was at the very end of the hallway, right next to the Science room.
I was nearly finished stuffing my Math and French books into my bag when I happened to glance at the door to the room. It was ajar and there was a slight ringing noise and eery glow emanating from the room.
Never one to conquer curiosity, I pulled my bag over my shoulder and slammed my locker shut. I pushed open the door, peeking around for the teacher. She was nowhere to be found, so I pushed the door open farther. My eyes were wide as saucers as I raced down the hall to get Iman.
"IMAN! IMAN! COME LOOK!", I screeched, pulling her down the hall towards the classroom.
We entered and Iman saw the huge machine in the corner of the room. After the initial shock wore off, we inspected the machine closer. We read the instructions stickers and realized what it was. It was some kind of transportation appliance that would launch any humans or animals inside the machine into any pre-created world that had been submitted and stored into the database of the electronic device.
Of course, being us, we scanned the list of stored "worlds" and were surprised and overjoyed to find that The Outsiders, the book by S.E. Hinton, was stored in the database. We pressed a combination of buttons and decided to see if the machine was for real. We had figured that it was some kind of toy to freak out the students. Boy, were we wrong.
Iman lugged in our bags and I figured out the system of buttons inside the vessel. "You ready?", I asked her, jokingly serious. She nodded and saluted me. I cracked a smile and so did she. I pressed the "ENTER" button and took a step back. The machine seemed to melt away as my vision blurred. Ultimately, I passed out, and so did Iman.
CHAPTER ONE: Look, Ma! Movie stars!
by Icelandic Morning Glory, a.k.a. Janet, and Alcoholics Anonymous, a.k.a. Iman
Janet's POV
For most people(except for that kid in my English class, Philip), it's probably not normal to wake up in a bathtub-- especially if it's in a bathroom that you've never been in before.
So, imagine my surprise when I awoke in a bathtub. The view of the bathroom seemed slightly familiar... like one from a movie I'd seen before; The Outsiders.
I rubbed my forehead groggily and pulled the curtain to the side so I could pull myself out of the tub. However, what I saw next made me freeze.
In front of me was a stark naked, young man. Namely, Rob Lowe... uhm, Sodapop Curtis.
We screamed simultaneously. Mine was more of a jovial squeal; his was more like a terrified cry.
Then, who should come barreling through the door but Patrick Swayze and C. Thomas Howell... er... Darry and Ponyboy Curtis!
Soda was more calm now, and Darry was kind of mad, and Ponyboy's ears were tinged pink.
Darry cuffed Soda on the head while he pulled on a pair of pants. "Soda! Don't you have enough sense not to change when there's a girl in the room!" Soda protested this and I was just the tiniest bit confused. Shouldn't Darry be a little bit more alarmed that there was a strange girl in his bathtub?
When I said this, he laughed and said, "Janet, shouldn't you be a bit more alarmed that you woke up in our bathroom-- again?"
I just smacked my forehead and pushed past the trio of brothers, muttering about crazy boys and prenatal vitamins(just for good measure, I assure you). Taking a chance, I called for Iman. I was met with a call of, "Janet?! How the hell did we end up here?!"
I giggled slightly and met Iman in the boys' living room. Two-Bit sat on the floor, staring at the TV. Mickey Mouse. Good god.
After getting a few confused looks, we found out from the boys that, apparently, we were Iman and Janet Bergstedt, the next-door neighbors. Our parents had been close friends until the deaths of the Curtis couple. Our mothers used to take turns baby-sitting us kids when we were littler.
Our mother was Galina, a thirty-something part-time clothing store clerk; our father, Michael, a full-time manager of some grocery store.
Iman was fourteen, nearly fifteen, and a tenth grader at Ponyboy's school. I was thirteen(as I was in the real world. Iman was actually two or three months into being fourteen) and a ninth grader. I had advanced a grade, like Ponyboy, but I was over a year younger than him.
We had all grown up together and the two of us were part of the "gang". The past night, we had come over to the house to hang out and we had fallen asleep there. Apparently, we needn't worry what our "parents" thought, because they completely trusted both of us AND all of the guys(the both of us shot eachother glances at this, considering we weren't exactly the two most responsible teens).
Surprisingly, we both blended into our roles pretty quickly. Except for the fact that we were dressed in jeans, novelty tees, and sneakers. The boys thought it was weird but we passed it off with the excuse that we were attempting to set a trend.
Apparently we had ESP, because we both silently decided to leave and explore our house, next door.
After saying goodbye to the "gang"(it was still freaky that we were actually considered their friends...), we gunned it over to our house. In the movie, there hadn't been a medium-sized, colonial-ish, white house next to the Curtis', right?
Our parents were apparently at work, because nobody was home. Close inspection of the upstairs(we looked in all three bedrooms and one had weird rugs and organdy curtains so we figured that the ones decored in navy blue and light red were ours), we found our rooms.
The navy-blue room belonged to Iman, we guessed, because some of her clothes(the ones that had been in her pack for the slumber party) were stored in the closet and dressers. Mine was the light red one, for my apparel was stashed away in the dressers and closet of the humble abode.
Finally, we sat down in Iman's room and talked for a little bit.
Iman was super-ecstatic. "I can't believe we're actually here! I cannot wait to meet Dally! Oh, man, I've got tons of questions for him!" Sometimes, Iman was a little bit... well... stupid.
"Dumbass." I poked her in the side and she yelped. "Dally's dead." She rolled her eyes and looked at me. "Yeah, right. You of all people should know that Mrs. Clary is psychotic for Dally. No way would she have made this world and have him dead in it. Trust me, he and Johnny are both alive. Probably Bob, too. Just to get Johnny and Pony out of trouble."
I thought for a second. "You're probably right. I wish Ms. Barney were here. She'd be proud of how we're handling ourselves." Iman smiled at me devilishly. We had the same idea.
It took us about ten minutes to run around the house crazily, finding clean clothes and taking super-quick showers. As soon as we were dressed, groomed, and clean, we tore out of the house like that nutcase foreign kid in my Math class that doesn't speak English and likes to throw frisbees at the Gym teacher.
Iman saw Tim Shepard's car before I did. Therefore, she was the one to scream happily, "DALLAS!", and take off running even faster than she had been. I run like a half-retarded duck, so it took me a second or two(more like twelve!) to get to the Curtis house, where Iman was already inside and probably squeezing the daylights out of Dally.
Due to the fact that I'm athletically challenged, I had to stop on the steps and catch my breath. Ponyboy came out the front door and bent his knees so that he was eye-level with me. "Are you okay?", he asked, patting my back, gently. This didn't help my breathing very much, but it made me feel all happy-happy-joy-joy. I nodded at him, too star-struck to say anything. If you couldn't tell, I've been absolutely in love with Ponyboy Curtis(C. Thomas Howell?) ever since I'd first seen The Outsiders when I was six. Oh, yuck. Lusting six-year-olds. Now, I've grossed myself out. Uh, back to the story.
He smiled at me, sensing that I was about to hyperventilate. He pointed towards the house and said, "You better get in there. Iman's going to strangle Dally if you don't do something to get her off. We tried, but she's on there like a clam."
Now, when Iman hugs someone, it's no joke. She goes all-out. I mean, like, you feel as if you're a balloon ready to pop. So, I hurried into the house, Ponyboy at my heels.
The first thing I saw was Dally, sitting on the sofa, and Iman, clamped around his neck. His face was a little purple. "Imana-iguanaaaaa!", I taunted her. She perked up like a puppy and let go of Dally. She glared at me before seething, "What did you call me?"
It took awhile and a bit of struggling to keep Iman from lunging at me like Mrs. St. Louis did at girls who wore shirts that revealed too much(not like that! she scolds them for wearing the shirts, sicko!). After Ponyboy dragged me out to Tim Shepard's car(Dally was driving Iman, me, Pony, and Johnny to school), I checked for bruises. Pony's ears went a little pink when I lifted my shirt a little and asked him if he saw any black and blue marks, but I was fine.
Iman chased Dally out to the car and Johnny followed them, slowly. Iman couldn't resist sitting in the front all by herself with Dally, so it was Johnny, Pony, then me, in the back seat. I wasn't exact complaining, considering that Ralph Macchio and Tom Howell make me drool.
While Iman chatted Dally's ear off, I yawned. I was bookwarp- lagged(haha... new term). Apparently, it wasn't a big thing for Iman or I to be touchy-feely with the boys, because Pony didn't say anything when I leaned my head on his shoulder and dozed. This was, maybe, the first time in my life that I was happy for my non-snoring genes.
Pony and Johnny talked about some irrelevant teacher that I didn't care to listen about. Instead, I looked at the big, huge school building that loomed in front of us.
Dally stopped the car. I think he was a little annoyed with Iman because when he helped her out of the car he was a little rough with her(or maybe there was some sexual tension, I really don't know). Johnny climbed out and waited for me and Pony. Pony shook me gently and told me to wake up. "Ugh, fine.", I gave in.
Dally waved a little and said bye to Johnny before driving off. We started towards school before Iman and I stopped at the same time. There was some serious brain-linkage going on that week.
"Where do I go?", we both asked at the same time. Pony and Johnny looked at us funny(they never looked at us any other way when we asked them stupid questions). "You're in my homeroom, Janet. Iman's in Johnny's.", he explained, confused.
"Ohhhh," we ohhhh-ed. At an intersection-type thingy, the four of us split up. I bid Iman a tearful farewell, to which we recieved weird looks. Oh, well.
I followed Ponyboy to where the lockers were and he went to put away some of his things. I, of course, had no clue which locker was mine. So, I chance-guessed and started talking to one. "Hey, little fella. Wanna do me a favor and open up?", I asked sweetly. A girl that was standing next to me kind of ran away. I mentally stuck a kick-me sign to her back.
"Listen, little mofo. You shall open. You're making me feel stupid-", before I could keep going with my rant, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around to see Ponyboy, looking at me, again, strangely. "Janet," I adored the way he said my name, "your locker is over there. And you have to open it with your hands." "Oh. That makes sense," I replied. I shuffled over to where he had pointed. He stood next to me, leaning against another locker, waiting. Having no clue as to what the combination was, I tried my own. It worked. I was brilliant.
When finally the locker fiasco was over, I let Ponyboy lead me to homeroom. A fat woman with yucky glasses sat at a desk in the front of the room. An array of Socs, some Greasers, and a few middle class kids were sitting in some of the seats.
Pony headed towards his own seat, but I grabbed his forearm. "Where do I sit?", I asked desperately. Maybe he was exasperated with all of my dumb questions, because he just grabbed my wrist roughly and dragged me over towards my seat. He sat right next to me. I've read many fan fictions; I really should have known that. Of course, I didn't mind the part about Pony touching me. I liked it rough... er... nevermind that I said that.
Iman's POV
Well, that was strange. Mrs. Clary is such a weird old geezer. Oh well, I think I almost love that weird geezer because she got me into this world and Dallas is here!! I regret to inform you Matt Dillon fans that Dallas didn't look like him. This was the "straight from the book" Dallas. You know, messy while blond hair, ice blue eyes, that dangerous personality that I can't resist....But I can tell he can't resist me either in all my tall, olive skinned glory. At least I hope so. Our ESP isn't the strongest kind, just like a word here and there and empathy. I did catch Janet thinking something about stupid, chatting an ear off, and sexual tension. Gosh, Janet must be thinking about herself and her problems again. Poor Girl.
Anyway, there I was in school. I hate school but I like four subjects. Math, English, art, and lunch. They are all my best subjects. But then again, there's not much difference between my best subjects. In a good way.
So I sat there in social studies with a teacher that made my teacher Mrs. Fries look like a pre-school teacher...except she taught a less advanced coarse. I was beginning to miss Mrs. Fries. I was drooling as we practically reviewed everything I learned in maybe 2nd grade?? Man, kids back then were sure dumb if they learned this stuff in 10th grade.
Suddenly I jolted out of my drooling state when the teacher. Mrs. Harrison screamed my name.
"IMAN!!!!" she hollered, "Who was the second president of the U.S.? If you were listening then you would know—"
"JOHN ADAMS!" I told her a bit more forcefully than I would have liked.
"Well, who's the current president?" she said. I assume she was trying to find a question I didn't know. I thought for a second. Ok, this is 1967; Kennedy was the last so the next is.... "Lyndon B. Johnson." She almost looked angry. I decided not to stop there and to show off. I stood up and started talking awfully loudly.
"I also know the next presidents too!! Richard Nixon! Gerald Ford!" I was on a role and couldn't stop; god knows how I knew these? "Jimmy Carter! Ronald Reagan! George Bush! Bill Clinton! And finally George Bush's son, George W. Bush! Mark my words!"
I then sat down. She just stared at me for a few minutes. Then Mrs. Harrison asked me to see her after class. (When I went to see her after class she gave me a note to see the counselor after school.) Then she went back to teaching the class.
Johnny looked at me.
"That was pretty stupid, wasn't it?" I asked turning a bit red.
"Yup."
Memo to self: Do not predict future to Mrs. Harrison. I sat the rest of social with my mouth clamped shut. After that was lunch. I was relieved to find out that all of us have the same lunch period. All of us meaning me, Johnny, Janet, Pony, and Two-Bit. I wish Dallas went to school.
You know, I like the name Dallas; it is just so...sexy. But his nickname is just sort of um, well I just am not to fond of it. Dally. I don't know. It reminds me of lard. I am serious, it does.
So anyway we ate lunch. It was way exciting. I mean, with me and Janet eating bagels and all.
"How was social?" Two-Bit asked.
"Oh good, Iman predicted all the presidents and got Mrs. Harrison pissed." Replied Johnny with a mouthful of some concoction the school claimed was potato salad.
I quickly got bored with them talking about the days occurrences so I turned to Janet who was busy flirting with Ponyboy.
"Janet!" I drawled out. She looked at me from where she was "chatting off Pony's ear."
"What?"
"I'm bored."
"So? Go do something!" she advised. I thought for a moment. Then I picked up the rest of my bagel and chucked it in front of me and it hit the head of some unsuspecting girl.
"Ow!" she said, "Don't throw bagels at me!" she said to the air as I had already turned around and was pretending I had done nothing. I am such a rebel! Boo-YAH!....Ok, what does that mean anyway, boo-yah?
Well anyway, after the rest of the day's classes, school was finally OVER! (Except for my little meeting with the counselor which went like this:
Counselor: [calm] So I hear you predicted the presidents?
Me: [bored] Yeah.
Counselor: But why?
Me: [still bored] Because.
Counselor: How does that make you feel? Me: --;;;) And now it was finally the weekend! Golly gee, that sure was swell. Ok, I'm sorry, enough with the corny "Leave it to Beaver" sayings.
So you know, after that we headed over to the Curtis's to lounge around for no apparent reason. After all the day, it was now Dallas time. I could just picture it then. Me, in a flowing sun dress with big old people sunglasses and a beauty mark on my upper lip, my hair rippling in the wind of the ocean. Dallas, looking buff in swimming trunks, pushing his hair back out of his dreamy, sensitive eyes. Me saying in an echoy voice "I want your bod..."...Well not really considering I don't like sundresses or old people sunglasses and I don't have a beauty mark on my upper lip. Not to mention there is no ocean in Tulsa. Also Dallas does NOT have sensitive eyes. That sort of puts a damper on my plan.
Ok. That sucks. Well whatever.
I sat on the couch chewing my lip trying to think of something remotely interesting that I could pass off as a spontaneous idea. I finally got one.
"Let's play truth or dare!" I screamed.
"Yeah!" they all said and jumped up in unison.
"Let's turn out all the lights except this one!" Janet said pointing to the small light in the corner.
"Ok!" I agreed. It was conveniently getting dark outside.
Me, Janet, Pony, Dallas, Johnny, Soda, Steve, and Two-Bit sat around on the furniture waiting for something to start. Darry isn't here right now; please leave a message after the tone. BEEEP!
Finally Steve stepped in snicker. "Janet."
"Um, dare...I think." She said reluctantly.
I dare you to go around and kiss all the boys!" Janet looked mortified but I just blurted out "HA HA!!" Then Steve said
"Hey! I'm not done! You're in this too!"
"What are you talking about? This isn't even my dare!?"
"Oh yeah..."
"HA HA!!"
"Don't kiss me..." Dallas said.
"I didn't want to kiss you anyway!" Janet said turning her back on him. She walked around and kissed them all on the cheek...except Dallas. She also seemed to have a certain tenderness when she kissed Pony. Gosh, you should have seen his ears turn red.
Janet sighed as she heard the laughter of her alleged comrades. "You're laughing now; wait 'til you see what I have in store for you! Mwahahaha!! You dendrophiles!"
I burst into laughter while the rest of them sat around and wondered what a dendrophile was.
"Hmmmm...Soda..." she said thinking with her hand to her chin.
"Dare." He said in a stable voice.
"I dare you to...go outside for 5 minutes."
Everyone groaned including me.
"That's all—"
"No, let me finish, Soda, you have to go out in your underwear and for each passing car you must make a pose."
"You want me to pose in my underwear?"
"Sure, why not!" Janet said in a cheerful tone.
"OK!!" Soda seemed always up for a dare. He stripped off his clothes all except for his underwear and walked right out.
Me and Janet scurried to one of the windows and Two-Bit, Steve, and Dallas went to the other. Then Ponyboy got up with Johnny and peeked out the door.
We burst out laughing as we watched Soda standing on one had and waving to a passing car with a goofy grin. The people in the car just stared at him weirdly.
"What are you smoking, dude!?" some guy yelled from the car. We all cracked up. After we were done watching that ordeal, it was Soda's turn. I just hoped he wouldn't pick me for something rather perverse.
"Pony!" He said and I let my breath out. I'm glad he didn't pick me! "Pony, you have to....play 7 minutes in heaven with Janet!" Ponyboy blushed as did Janet.
"This kissing I'll like because it's with you, Pony!" Then they both went off to a closet.
Icelandic Morning Glory's A/N: hi, everyone! long chapter, non? thank Iman that this is even written because it probably never would have been if she hadn't come up with the idea. THANKS IMAN! also, any parts that seem different from the book... they are! haha. Oh, yes. Johnny and Dally are alive because Pony never fell asleep in the lot. Yeah. Right on. Oh and I should explain the teacher thing. Ms. Barney is our English teacher and Mrs. St. Louis is our French teacher. and that foreign kid is KyoHei and he has a crush on Iman(haha Iman!). and Philip really has fallen asleep in bathtubs. and, there is some swearing in this story but I doubt that you mind. and Mrs. Clary really is a crazy, old bag.
Alcoholics Anonymous' A/N: MWAHAAHAAAAA!!! I love being the writer!! I can make Janet do whatever I want! Well, anyway, I have nothing more to say! Bye folks!
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INTRODUCTION:
Janet's POV
I'm positive we all believe that our Science teachers are quite insane. After all, who in their right mind would dedicate several years of their life to learning that stuff? Anyways, I had always thought my teacher was a bit off her rocker, but what my best friend Iman and I found in her classroom that Saturday... well, it convinced me to believe that she was lightyears away from a rocker of any kind.
Iman and I had been heading to a week-long slumber party at our friend Sarah's house. After walking for about ten minutes, the two of us realized that we had forgotten our homework in school(the group of us, including our other friends Cortney and Ellen, had planned on doing our homework at the party. Well, more like copying off of eachother...).
So, we turned down a different street and headed towards the school, which was not very far from either of our houses.
It took us all of five minutes to re-route ourselves to the building. It was Saturday, so the school was open for staff and students. We wandered aimlessly around the school for a while, marveling at the silence and emptiness. It seemed that our staff was especially lazy and hadn't bothered to come to school and work on grading papers or whatever they usually did at work.
We finally managed to make ourselves venture to the eighth grade wing, where our lockers were located. Iman's was in the first row on the left side. Mine was at the very end of the hallway, right next to the Science room.
I was nearly finished stuffing my Math and French books into my bag when I happened to glance at the door to the room. It was ajar and there was a slight ringing noise and eery glow emanating from the room.
Never one to conquer curiosity, I pulled my bag over my shoulder and slammed my locker shut. I pushed open the door, peeking around for the teacher. She was nowhere to be found, so I pushed the door open farther. My eyes were wide as saucers as I raced down the hall to get Iman.
"IMAN! IMAN! COME LOOK!", I screeched, pulling her down the hall towards the classroom.
We entered and Iman saw the huge machine in the corner of the room. After the initial shock wore off, we inspected the machine closer. We read the instructions stickers and realized what it was. It was some kind of transportation appliance that would launch any humans or animals inside the machine into any pre-created world that had been submitted and stored into the database of the electronic device.
Of course, being us, we scanned the list of stored "worlds" and were surprised and overjoyed to find that The Outsiders, the book by S.E. Hinton, was stored in the database. We pressed a combination of buttons and decided to see if the machine was for real. We had figured that it was some kind of toy to freak out the students. Boy, were we wrong.
Iman lugged in our bags and I figured out the system of buttons inside the vessel. "You ready?", I asked her, jokingly serious. She nodded and saluted me. I cracked a smile and so did she. I pressed the "ENTER" button and took a step back. The machine seemed to melt away as my vision blurred. Ultimately, I passed out, and so did Iman.
CHAPTER ONE: Look, Ma! Movie stars!
by Icelandic Morning Glory, a.k.a. Janet, and Alcoholics Anonymous, a.k.a. Iman
Janet's POV
For most people(except for that kid in my English class, Philip), it's probably not normal to wake up in a bathtub-- especially if it's in a bathroom that you've never been in before.
So, imagine my surprise when I awoke in a bathtub. The view of the bathroom seemed slightly familiar... like one from a movie I'd seen before; The Outsiders.
I rubbed my forehead groggily and pulled the curtain to the side so I could pull myself out of the tub. However, what I saw next made me freeze.
In front of me was a stark naked, young man. Namely, Rob Lowe... uhm, Sodapop Curtis.
We screamed simultaneously. Mine was more of a jovial squeal; his was more like a terrified cry.
Then, who should come barreling through the door but Patrick Swayze and C. Thomas Howell... er... Darry and Ponyboy Curtis!
Soda was more calm now, and Darry was kind of mad, and Ponyboy's ears were tinged pink.
Darry cuffed Soda on the head while he pulled on a pair of pants. "Soda! Don't you have enough sense not to change when there's a girl in the room!" Soda protested this and I was just the tiniest bit confused. Shouldn't Darry be a little bit more alarmed that there was a strange girl in his bathtub?
When I said this, he laughed and said, "Janet, shouldn't you be a bit more alarmed that you woke up in our bathroom-- again?"
I just smacked my forehead and pushed past the trio of brothers, muttering about crazy boys and prenatal vitamins(just for good measure, I assure you). Taking a chance, I called for Iman. I was met with a call of, "Janet?! How the hell did we end up here?!"
I giggled slightly and met Iman in the boys' living room. Two-Bit sat on the floor, staring at the TV. Mickey Mouse. Good god.
After getting a few confused looks, we found out from the boys that, apparently, we were Iman and Janet Bergstedt, the next-door neighbors. Our parents had been close friends until the deaths of the Curtis couple. Our mothers used to take turns baby-sitting us kids when we were littler.
Our mother was Galina, a thirty-something part-time clothing store clerk; our father, Michael, a full-time manager of some grocery store.
Iman was fourteen, nearly fifteen, and a tenth grader at Ponyboy's school. I was thirteen(as I was in the real world. Iman was actually two or three months into being fourteen) and a ninth grader. I had advanced a grade, like Ponyboy, but I was over a year younger than him.
We had all grown up together and the two of us were part of the "gang". The past night, we had come over to the house to hang out and we had fallen asleep there. Apparently, we needn't worry what our "parents" thought, because they completely trusted both of us AND all of the guys(the both of us shot eachother glances at this, considering we weren't exactly the two most responsible teens).
Surprisingly, we both blended into our roles pretty quickly. Except for the fact that we were dressed in jeans, novelty tees, and sneakers. The boys thought it was weird but we passed it off with the excuse that we were attempting to set a trend.
Apparently we had ESP, because we both silently decided to leave and explore our house, next door.
After saying goodbye to the "gang"(it was still freaky that we were actually considered their friends...), we gunned it over to our house. In the movie, there hadn't been a medium-sized, colonial-ish, white house next to the Curtis', right?
Our parents were apparently at work, because nobody was home. Close inspection of the upstairs(we looked in all three bedrooms and one had weird rugs and organdy curtains so we figured that the ones decored in navy blue and light red were ours), we found our rooms.
The navy-blue room belonged to Iman, we guessed, because some of her clothes(the ones that had been in her pack for the slumber party) were stored in the closet and dressers. Mine was the light red one, for my apparel was stashed away in the dressers and closet of the humble abode.
Finally, we sat down in Iman's room and talked for a little bit.
Iman was super-ecstatic. "I can't believe we're actually here! I cannot wait to meet Dally! Oh, man, I've got tons of questions for him!" Sometimes, Iman was a little bit... well... stupid.
"Dumbass." I poked her in the side and she yelped. "Dally's dead." She rolled her eyes and looked at me. "Yeah, right. You of all people should know that Mrs. Clary is psychotic for Dally. No way would she have made this world and have him dead in it. Trust me, he and Johnny are both alive. Probably Bob, too. Just to get Johnny and Pony out of trouble."
I thought for a second. "You're probably right. I wish Ms. Barney were here. She'd be proud of how we're handling ourselves." Iman smiled at me devilishly. We had the same idea.
It took us about ten minutes to run around the house crazily, finding clean clothes and taking super-quick showers. As soon as we were dressed, groomed, and clean, we tore out of the house like that nutcase foreign kid in my Math class that doesn't speak English and likes to throw frisbees at the Gym teacher.
Iman saw Tim Shepard's car before I did. Therefore, she was the one to scream happily, "DALLAS!", and take off running even faster than she had been. I run like a half-retarded duck, so it took me a second or two(more like twelve!) to get to the Curtis house, where Iman was already inside and probably squeezing the daylights out of Dally.
Due to the fact that I'm athletically challenged, I had to stop on the steps and catch my breath. Ponyboy came out the front door and bent his knees so that he was eye-level with me. "Are you okay?", he asked, patting my back, gently. This didn't help my breathing very much, but it made me feel all happy-happy-joy-joy. I nodded at him, too star-struck to say anything. If you couldn't tell, I've been absolutely in love with Ponyboy Curtis(C. Thomas Howell?) ever since I'd first seen The Outsiders when I was six. Oh, yuck. Lusting six-year-olds. Now, I've grossed myself out. Uh, back to the story.
He smiled at me, sensing that I was about to hyperventilate. He pointed towards the house and said, "You better get in there. Iman's going to strangle Dally if you don't do something to get her off. We tried, but she's on there like a clam."
Now, when Iman hugs someone, it's no joke. She goes all-out. I mean, like, you feel as if you're a balloon ready to pop. So, I hurried into the house, Ponyboy at my heels.
The first thing I saw was Dally, sitting on the sofa, and Iman, clamped around his neck. His face was a little purple. "Imana-iguanaaaaa!", I taunted her. She perked up like a puppy and let go of Dally. She glared at me before seething, "What did you call me?"
It took awhile and a bit of struggling to keep Iman from lunging at me like Mrs. St. Louis did at girls who wore shirts that revealed too much(not like that! she scolds them for wearing the shirts, sicko!). After Ponyboy dragged me out to Tim Shepard's car(Dally was driving Iman, me, Pony, and Johnny to school), I checked for bruises. Pony's ears went a little pink when I lifted my shirt a little and asked him if he saw any black and blue marks, but I was fine.
Iman chased Dally out to the car and Johnny followed them, slowly. Iman couldn't resist sitting in the front all by herself with Dally, so it was Johnny, Pony, then me, in the back seat. I wasn't exact complaining, considering that Ralph Macchio and Tom Howell make me drool.
While Iman chatted Dally's ear off, I yawned. I was bookwarp- lagged(haha... new term). Apparently, it wasn't a big thing for Iman or I to be touchy-feely with the boys, because Pony didn't say anything when I leaned my head on his shoulder and dozed. This was, maybe, the first time in my life that I was happy for my non-snoring genes.
Pony and Johnny talked about some irrelevant teacher that I didn't care to listen about. Instead, I looked at the big, huge school building that loomed in front of us.
Dally stopped the car. I think he was a little annoyed with Iman because when he helped her out of the car he was a little rough with her(or maybe there was some sexual tension, I really don't know). Johnny climbed out and waited for me and Pony. Pony shook me gently and told me to wake up. "Ugh, fine.", I gave in.
Dally waved a little and said bye to Johnny before driving off. We started towards school before Iman and I stopped at the same time. There was some serious brain-linkage going on that week.
"Where do I go?", we both asked at the same time. Pony and Johnny looked at us funny(they never looked at us any other way when we asked them stupid questions). "You're in my homeroom, Janet. Iman's in Johnny's.", he explained, confused.
"Ohhhh," we ohhhh-ed. At an intersection-type thingy, the four of us split up. I bid Iman a tearful farewell, to which we recieved weird looks. Oh, well.
I followed Ponyboy to where the lockers were and he went to put away some of his things. I, of course, had no clue which locker was mine. So, I chance-guessed and started talking to one. "Hey, little fella. Wanna do me a favor and open up?", I asked sweetly. A girl that was standing next to me kind of ran away. I mentally stuck a kick-me sign to her back.
"Listen, little mofo. You shall open. You're making me feel stupid-", before I could keep going with my rant, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around to see Ponyboy, looking at me, again, strangely. "Janet," I adored the way he said my name, "your locker is over there. And you have to open it with your hands." "Oh. That makes sense," I replied. I shuffled over to where he had pointed. He stood next to me, leaning against another locker, waiting. Having no clue as to what the combination was, I tried my own. It worked. I was brilliant.
When finally the locker fiasco was over, I let Ponyboy lead me to homeroom. A fat woman with yucky glasses sat at a desk in the front of the room. An array of Socs, some Greasers, and a few middle class kids were sitting in some of the seats.
Pony headed towards his own seat, but I grabbed his forearm. "Where do I sit?", I asked desperately. Maybe he was exasperated with all of my dumb questions, because he just grabbed my wrist roughly and dragged me over towards my seat. He sat right next to me. I've read many fan fictions; I really should have known that. Of course, I didn't mind the part about Pony touching me. I liked it rough... er... nevermind that I said that.
Iman's POV
Well, that was strange. Mrs. Clary is such a weird old geezer. Oh well, I think I almost love that weird geezer because she got me into this world and Dallas is here!! I regret to inform you Matt Dillon fans that Dallas didn't look like him. This was the "straight from the book" Dallas. You know, messy while blond hair, ice blue eyes, that dangerous personality that I can't resist....But I can tell he can't resist me either in all my tall, olive skinned glory. At least I hope so. Our ESP isn't the strongest kind, just like a word here and there and empathy. I did catch Janet thinking something about stupid, chatting an ear off, and sexual tension. Gosh, Janet must be thinking about herself and her problems again. Poor Girl.
Anyway, there I was in school. I hate school but I like four subjects. Math, English, art, and lunch. They are all my best subjects. But then again, there's not much difference between my best subjects. In a good way.
So I sat there in social studies with a teacher that made my teacher Mrs. Fries look like a pre-school teacher...except she taught a less advanced coarse. I was beginning to miss Mrs. Fries. I was drooling as we practically reviewed everything I learned in maybe 2nd grade?? Man, kids back then were sure dumb if they learned this stuff in 10th grade.
Suddenly I jolted out of my drooling state when the teacher. Mrs. Harrison screamed my name.
"IMAN!!!!" she hollered, "Who was the second president of the U.S.? If you were listening then you would know—"
"JOHN ADAMS!" I told her a bit more forcefully than I would have liked.
"Well, who's the current president?" she said. I assume she was trying to find a question I didn't know. I thought for a second. Ok, this is 1967; Kennedy was the last so the next is.... "Lyndon B. Johnson." She almost looked angry. I decided not to stop there and to show off. I stood up and started talking awfully loudly.
"I also know the next presidents too!! Richard Nixon! Gerald Ford!" I was on a role and couldn't stop; god knows how I knew these? "Jimmy Carter! Ronald Reagan! George Bush! Bill Clinton! And finally George Bush's son, George W. Bush! Mark my words!"
I then sat down. She just stared at me for a few minutes. Then Mrs. Harrison asked me to see her after class. (When I went to see her after class she gave me a note to see the counselor after school.) Then she went back to teaching the class.
Johnny looked at me.
"That was pretty stupid, wasn't it?" I asked turning a bit red.
"Yup."
Memo to self: Do not predict future to Mrs. Harrison. I sat the rest of social with my mouth clamped shut. After that was lunch. I was relieved to find out that all of us have the same lunch period. All of us meaning me, Johnny, Janet, Pony, and Two-Bit. I wish Dallas went to school.
You know, I like the name Dallas; it is just so...sexy. But his nickname is just sort of um, well I just am not to fond of it. Dally. I don't know. It reminds me of lard. I am serious, it does.
So anyway we ate lunch. It was way exciting. I mean, with me and Janet eating bagels and all.
"How was social?" Two-Bit asked.
"Oh good, Iman predicted all the presidents and got Mrs. Harrison pissed." Replied Johnny with a mouthful of some concoction the school claimed was potato salad.
I quickly got bored with them talking about the days occurrences so I turned to Janet who was busy flirting with Ponyboy.
"Janet!" I drawled out. She looked at me from where she was "chatting off Pony's ear."
"What?"
"I'm bored."
"So? Go do something!" she advised. I thought for a moment. Then I picked up the rest of my bagel and chucked it in front of me and it hit the head of some unsuspecting girl.
"Ow!" she said, "Don't throw bagels at me!" she said to the air as I had already turned around and was pretending I had done nothing. I am such a rebel! Boo-YAH!....Ok, what does that mean anyway, boo-yah?
Well anyway, after the rest of the day's classes, school was finally OVER! (Except for my little meeting with the counselor which went like this:
Counselor: [calm] So I hear you predicted the presidents?
Me: [bored] Yeah.
Counselor: But why?
Me: [still bored] Because.
Counselor: How does that make you feel? Me: --;;;) And now it was finally the weekend! Golly gee, that sure was swell. Ok, I'm sorry, enough with the corny "Leave it to Beaver" sayings.
So you know, after that we headed over to the Curtis's to lounge around for no apparent reason. After all the day, it was now Dallas time. I could just picture it then. Me, in a flowing sun dress with big old people sunglasses and a beauty mark on my upper lip, my hair rippling in the wind of the ocean. Dallas, looking buff in swimming trunks, pushing his hair back out of his dreamy, sensitive eyes. Me saying in an echoy voice "I want your bod..."...Well not really considering I don't like sundresses or old people sunglasses and I don't have a beauty mark on my upper lip. Not to mention there is no ocean in Tulsa. Also Dallas does NOT have sensitive eyes. That sort of puts a damper on my plan.
Ok. That sucks. Well whatever.
I sat on the couch chewing my lip trying to think of something remotely interesting that I could pass off as a spontaneous idea. I finally got one.
"Let's play truth or dare!" I screamed.
"Yeah!" they all said and jumped up in unison.
"Let's turn out all the lights except this one!" Janet said pointing to the small light in the corner.
"Ok!" I agreed. It was conveniently getting dark outside.
Me, Janet, Pony, Dallas, Johnny, Soda, Steve, and Two-Bit sat around on the furniture waiting for something to start. Darry isn't here right now; please leave a message after the tone. BEEEP!
Finally Steve stepped in snicker. "Janet."
"Um, dare...I think." She said reluctantly.
I dare you to go around and kiss all the boys!" Janet looked mortified but I just blurted out "HA HA!!" Then Steve said
"Hey! I'm not done! You're in this too!"
"What are you talking about? This isn't even my dare!?"
"Oh yeah..."
"HA HA!!"
"Don't kiss me..." Dallas said.
"I didn't want to kiss you anyway!" Janet said turning her back on him. She walked around and kissed them all on the cheek...except Dallas. She also seemed to have a certain tenderness when she kissed Pony. Gosh, you should have seen his ears turn red.
Janet sighed as she heard the laughter of her alleged comrades. "You're laughing now; wait 'til you see what I have in store for you! Mwahahaha!! You dendrophiles!"
I burst into laughter while the rest of them sat around and wondered what a dendrophile was.
"Hmmmm...Soda..." she said thinking with her hand to her chin.
"Dare." He said in a stable voice.
"I dare you to...go outside for 5 minutes."
Everyone groaned including me.
"That's all—"
"No, let me finish, Soda, you have to go out in your underwear and for each passing car you must make a pose."
"You want me to pose in my underwear?"
"Sure, why not!" Janet said in a cheerful tone.
"OK!!" Soda seemed always up for a dare. He stripped off his clothes all except for his underwear and walked right out.
Me and Janet scurried to one of the windows and Two-Bit, Steve, and Dallas went to the other. Then Ponyboy got up with Johnny and peeked out the door.
We burst out laughing as we watched Soda standing on one had and waving to a passing car with a goofy grin. The people in the car just stared at him weirdly.
"What are you smoking, dude!?" some guy yelled from the car. We all cracked up. After we were done watching that ordeal, it was Soda's turn. I just hoped he wouldn't pick me for something rather perverse.
"Pony!" He said and I let my breath out. I'm glad he didn't pick me! "Pony, you have to....play 7 minutes in heaven with Janet!" Ponyboy blushed as did Janet.
"This kissing I'll like because it's with you, Pony!" Then they both went off to a closet.
Icelandic Morning Glory's A/N: hi, everyone! long chapter, non? thank Iman that this is even written because it probably never would have been if she hadn't come up with the idea. THANKS IMAN! also, any parts that seem different from the book... they are! haha. Oh, yes. Johnny and Dally are alive because Pony never fell asleep in the lot. Yeah. Right on. Oh and I should explain the teacher thing. Ms. Barney is our English teacher and Mrs. St. Louis is our French teacher. and that foreign kid is KyoHei and he has a crush on Iman(haha Iman!). and Philip really has fallen asleep in bathtubs. and, there is some swearing in this story but I doubt that you mind. and Mrs. Clary really is a crazy, old bag.
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