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CHAPTER TWO: Farmers Dating Socs? And Skirts...
by Icelandic Morning Glory, a.k.a. Janet, and Alcoholics Anonymous, a.k.a. Iman
JANET's POV:
Sometimes, Iman really makes me mad. Like, when she drools over Dally or some hot dude or some random anime character. Other times, she just reminds me of why I adore her so much. When she gave Pony that dare, my heart almost exploded with the sisterly love I had for her.
Now, it wasn't as suggestive as it seemed. Okay, it was. Duh. Pony and I really only kissed once or twice. It took almost all of the seven minutes to get him to look me in the face. He was red as this kid in my class, who I call the Jolly Pink Giant. His name is Raven and he looks kind of funny, actually, but that has nothing to do with what I'm talking about. Well, it kind of does but... shut up and let me continue! Sheesh.
Anyway, the game continued for about an hour. Darry got home and made us quit after he found Iman wearing his pants around her head like a turban and trying to climb(yes, climb) the sidewalk. I think we were lucky that he hadn't come home when we made Two-Bit climb a tree naked without using his right arm.
Iman and I went home at around ten(moderately late, but our "parents" didn't really mind). We took baths (separately, duh!) and talked until we were too tired to go on. The two of us were still angry with Steve for making us flash some sleazy college-age Socs. We planned our revenge. On Monday night, when Steve took Evie to the movies on a double date with Soda and some chick named Lily, we would ruin their evening by doing obnoxious and annoying things. It was a lot better than it sounds.
When Monday finally came, we managed to make it through the school day without getting into too much trouble(Iman "took over" her Science class and attempted to hypnotize the other students while the teacher ran around sobbing about how she couldn't take it anymore. I auctioned off my Math teacher's belongings when he had to go down the hall to help stop the chaos in Iman's Science class). We were pretty much buzzing with excitement and anticipation by the time we got home. We had to work fast to get everything we would need for our revenge to work.
Iman picked out our disguises, which we would need because we didn't want Steve or Soda to know that it was us.
I had to get together all of the various "secret weapons" that we would use. By the time I was finished, our purses were stuffed full of things like party poppers, 3D glasses, and even a beach ball. We sneaked behind a bush to wait for Steve and Soda to leave Soda's house. We had to go in right before the movie started so that we could sit near them. Getting seats in front of them was the most crucial part of the plan.
They sat near the front of the theater. Iman was wearing farmer garb, complete with a red hankie and straw hat. My costume was that of an extremely Soc-y Soc.
The movie was one of those stupid beach party pictures. As we waited after the lights dimmed for the movie to start, Iman looked around like she was confused and then yelled in an over-the-top Hick accent, "Can you fast- forward it?" Of course, I doubt anyone understood what fast-forwarding was but it made me want to laugh all the same, but I had to stay in character otherwise the whole thing was shot.
The first scene contained lots of corny jokes, which Iman and I laughed at loudly and longer than anyone else in the theater did. When one particularly ditzy blonde in the movie commented on the warm weather, Iman acted superior and said, "No, it's snowing!", as I threw popcorn into the air. Some people laughed at our antics, but Steve was getting a little annoyed already. I caught a piece of the popcorn in my mouth as it soared down, but quickly spit it out and asked a passing usher what the return policy on popcorn was. Iman almost chuckled when he gave me an utterly confused look.
After a minute or two, when Steve, Evie, Soda, and Lily started to look comfortable, I inflated the beach ball and we started tossing it back and forth. Some really mean guy grabbed it out of the air and popped it, though, so we sat down and sulked saying that we were just trying to get into the mood of the film. Iman produced the 3D glasses and we complained for the next five minutes about the bad special effects when Evie subtly kicked the back of my chair. I shot forward onto the floor and screamed, "Ahhh, whiplash!"
Iman caught herself before she giggled, and helped me back into my chair, acting gentle and concerned, sending a mean glare to Evie, who still looked pissed. Steve put his arm around her and they tried to watch the movie, but we refused to let them off the hook. A song started and I initiated a game of musical chairs. We actually got a few people to join in before the manager came in to tell us to sit down and be quiet. We were stuck in the back of the theater when they shut us down, to our sort-of dismay, but it was a blessing, also, because we could execute another aspect. Iman got a carton of eggs(they smelled rotten, but that just made what we did even better)out of her purse. She aimed them at Steve and Co., while I threw them at the projection window. Her aim kind of sucked, because she just hit some people a few rows back from Steve, but she was pretty happy when she noticed that she had managed to splash them with a little yolk. My arm was much better, though, and I hit the projection window five times before the maintenance staff halted the movie to clean it off. We hid while they searched for the people who did it, and fortunately, nobody turned us in because they really hadn't noticed it was us, but by the looks on Steve and Soda's faces, they knew. During the intermission, we tried to start the Wave, but seeing as nobody knew what it was, we weren't very successful, though we did get an old couple(what the f were they doing at a movie like that?) to do something that resembled the Wave, but looked more like the Funky Chicken.
They started the movie again, and we let everyone think that the madness was finished with. We managed to get back to our original seats by paying the kids who were in them. Of course, we initially paid them to do something besides give our seats back, but they slid over anyway and we sat down again. Iman passed around a collection plate while I used binoculars and turned around and stared right at Steve instead of the screen. He asked me if I had a staring problem and I replied, "Yes, in fact, I do. But I'm still better than you, you grimy, greasy, Hood!"
Next, Iman pulled out a remote control (it belonged to the portable TV we were bringing to the sleepover. The TV got lost in translation, but the remote was still there.) She pretended to be irritated and fumed about not being able to change the channel. I feigned a comforting hug. Steve finally couldn't help it any longer and leaned forward and commanded, "Shut your faces! We're trying to watch the damn movie!" I almost laughed, but turned on the waterworks and pretended to cry. He looked a little taken aback and almost apologized, but then the kids we had paid earlier stood up to do what we had hired them to do. Some girl was on screen and doing the Twist or something like it and her... assets were twisting more than she was. The kids raced toward the screen, yelling, "Hooters!" I'm not exactly sure what became of them, but I think someone caught them before they jumped over that balcony thing.
The movie was about three-quarters of the way through, so we had to round it up. When Soda tapped Iman to tell her politely to please calm down (she was clapping and laughing at some guy who Twisted his ankle. haha, Twisted. Get it?), she jerked about and hollered, "Ahhh! Bad touch!" I shot off a party popper and we simultaneously warned, "Hit the floor!" and proceeded to crawl under our seats. "Ew, old gum!", Iman yelled, and crawled back out, a filled water pistol in hand. From then on, whenever someone spoke, she shot at them. I guess they weren't used to water guns, because they would shriek and freak out whenever she got them. She got Evie and Lily twice each. All of this disorder, added to my loud coughing and seizure- like movements, caused the whole audience to miss out on the most important part of the movie, and people were angry with us.
The movie was pretty much over, and Steve and Soda were arguing with us. Of course, their petty insults could never match ours ("You're ugly and you smell like cheese!"). The manager was back and coming towards us, but that WB lion thing came on, and when it roared, Iman and I screamed bloody murder and raced out of the theater, leaving behind utter madness and destruction. Awesome.
However, the best part was that, as we ran out, I grabbed the collection plate. We split the seven bucks we got and headed home.
IMAN'S POV:
Well, after that escapade, we sure were ready to get some sleep. I mean, have you tried heckling someone seriously?? I don't think so!! Anyway, we stayed up talking about out little prank for a few minutes them got straight to bed. As soon as I hit my comfy bed with its soft covers, I fell asleep.
The next morning I got up and went to the bathroom to find Janet brushing her teeth with a purple sea urchin. "Hey, Janet." I said casually picking up my own urchin and proceeding to shush my teeth with it.
"Hey." She said after she spit in the sink and then she walked out the door. I stood there brushing as I stared in the mirror. As soon as I finished, I was out the door.
"Janet?" I called wondering where she had gone off to. "Janet?" I called again. "Iman..." I heard Janet's voice say and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find Dallas standing there.
"Dallas?" I started," Where's Janet? I though you were Janet...."
"Calm down," he smiled, "I want to show you something...."
"...What?"
"Just come with me," he smiled again and took my hand. Ok, what kind of drug is he on? I thought. I followed him as he lead me outside my house and past the park.
"Where are we going?" I persisted as he continued to drag me.
"Please, I wanted it to be a surprise!" Dallas pulled me along. "Just a bit further...Ah! Here we are." We had come to a small amphitheater.
"What are we doing here?" I asked, suspicious of my surroundings.
"Hold on..." He ran up on stage and stood, back facing me. He began to snap his fingers. "One, two, three, FOUR!" Suddenly, he jumped around and all the rest of my friends were up there with him. Janet, Pony, Soda, Darry, Two-bit, Steve, and Johnny. As soon as they had all jumped around, they were singing nothing else than their own version of the New Kids on the Block's Hangin' Tough!!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, just hangin' tough, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hangin' tough.!!"
I stood there mortified as they all continued to sing and do the New Kid's dance, obviously pleased with their performance. "What the HELL!?!?!?" I screamed.
My eyes popped open and I felt as if I had just hit the bed. I looked around me, no sea urchins...no New Kid's dance...no Hangin' Tough. Thank god! I put my hand on my face. That was so traumatizing.
"That was just about the cheesiest dream in the world."
"Hi Iman."
"AHHH!!" I screamed and pulled the covers up to my chin.
"Cool it! It's me!! Who do you think it is? The New Kids on the Block?" Janet laughed because she found this very hilarious. She has no idea what I had gone through last night.
"Come on, get up, we have to go to school."
"Since when have you become so ecstatic about school?" I said.
"Since Ponyboy was in my class..." She sighed, "His lips are so soft..." I raised an eyebrow. I knew I shouldn't have given her that dare.
Anyway, we quickly got ready for school. Janet put on jeans, sneakers, and a blue T-shirt. I wore jeans also, sneakers, and a black T- shirt. We grabbed our backpacks and headed over to the Curtis'. Dallas drove us all to school from there. (A/N: We doubt he would actually drive us to school in real life but since we are the authors, he is driving us to school AND paying for the gas.)
When we got there we waited while Ponyboy got ready. Steve was talking to Two-Bit about his date.
"Man, there were these OBNOXIOUS folks there, were wearing these crazy duds and completely disrupted the movie! I can't remember a date so....strange EVER!"
We silently giggled in the corner, hoping to keep our laugher contained.
"Ok, I'm ready." Pony said coming out of the bathroom. He walked over to Janet and stood next to her. I watched him secretly slip his hand into hers. I had to resist to scream "CYYYYYUUUUTE!!" Because they so were! I could tell, they were falling in love! Awwwwwwwwwwwww!!! I just hoped this wouldn't affect anything when it was time to go, because, we couldn't stay here forever, in the 60's! I hadn't really given it too much thought, we could probably stay here about a week without anyone worrying because we were going to be gone from out parents houses for that long anyway, but after that? How DO we get back? Is there a minimum time you can stay? Does it automatically take you back? It all depends on what it was set for, but I just couldn't remember. Perhaps we would find out within our stay there.
After the ride to school with Dallas, we all went to our homerooms. Johnny went with me and Janet with Pony (still holding hands might I add).
After that day at school (A/N: I skipped the school day because you would probably be bored to death...I know I would) we decided to head back over to the Curtis' which happened to be our main "hangout sorta place". We stayed there awhile, lounging, eating food, throwing inanimate objects at each other affectionately, you know that sorta stuff.
When it was around 6 o'clock, Soda and Darry came home, along with that lame-o Steve. "I heard about this cool party!" Said Soda, "It's going to be on Friday night! Lets all go!"
"I hate parties." Said me and Janet.
"Aw, come on, it'll be fun!" said Two-bit who was automatically there for the sake of the plot sort of. After much persuading, they had won us over ("FINE I WILL GO IF YOU STOP BUGGING ME!!!!!!").
"But ya gotta wear skirts!" Two-bit, Steve, Soda, and Dallas all snickered.
"Since when was that part of the deal??" I asked.
"Why do you want us to wear skirts?? So you lechers can look under them with your nutter friends?!!??" Janet yelled.
"Not what I was thinking but not a bad idea actually. What I was thinking is maybe you would look more like girls?" I could tell Janet was getting an idea and I started to get one myself.
"Hold on." I said and dragged Janet over to a corner.
"Ok, this really is dumb, but what I was thinking is that we make them do something, like have those guys...uhh..."
"Run around in their underwear!" I supplied.
"Perfect! It is like an eye for an eye! GO HAMMURABI!! Except it is like clothes for clothes....sorta...." We walked over to them and began bargaining.
The end result was that we would wear skirts and tomorrow after school, they would all (Two-Bit, Steve, Soda, and Dallas) walk around in their underwear for the rest of the day. God knows why they cared so much!
"Wait! But they have to be skirts we pick out!" Darn that sorta ruined it, we were planning on wearing long skirts. Steve continued, "What skirts do you have?"
"Well, you all come over to our house on Friday before the party! Then you will help us pick them out or something..." I couldn't help but laugh at this foolish situation, here were these tough greasers, going to run around in underwear to see us wear skirts, and THEY WERE GOING TO HELP US PICK THEM OUT????!!!!! Ok, I've heard of girls helping girls with clothes but guys?? Ok, I knew Steve was gay, he suggested it, he spends too much time on his hair anyway.
. Originally, we didn't have skirts, but we found skirts in our closets when we first came here. Well, at least it was like two days until the party, we had time to confiscate our short skirts! We could shred them and make paper!! Or something. Anyway, we would have to think on this...
Icelandic Morning Glory's A/N: Like it? I worked pretty hard on it. Did we have a disclaimer in the first chapter? I don't remember, but just in case, we don't own the Outsiders or anything associated with the Outsiders. However, we are in talks with S.E. Hinton about buying the Curtis brothers for fifty-eight cents and a piece of gum each. Also, we don't own party poppers, 3D glasses, Raven,Phil etc.
Alcoholics Anonymous's A/N: Well This was a fun chapter, bugging Steve was pretty fun!! I never liked the jerk!! I mean, what's up with his hair? Anyway, please see what will be in store the NEXT chapter, this is will be good guys!! I hope I can promise you that!
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CHAPTER TWO: Farmers Dating Socs? And Skirts...
by Icelandic Morning Glory, a.k.a. Janet, and Alcoholics Anonymous, a.k.a. Iman
JANET's POV:
Sometimes, Iman really makes me mad. Like, when she drools over Dally or some hot dude or some random anime character. Other times, she just reminds me of why I adore her so much. When she gave Pony that dare, my heart almost exploded with the sisterly love I had for her.
Now, it wasn't as suggestive as it seemed. Okay, it was. Duh. Pony and I really only kissed once or twice. It took almost all of the seven minutes to get him to look me in the face. He was red as this kid in my class, who I call the Jolly Pink Giant. His name is Raven and he looks kind of funny, actually, but that has nothing to do with what I'm talking about. Well, it kind of does but... shut up and let me continue! Sheesh.
Anyway, the game continued for about an hour. Darry got home and made us quit after he found Iman wearing his pants around her head like a turban and trying to climb(yes, climb) the sidewalk. I think we were lucky that he hadn't come home when we made Two-Bit climb a tree naked without using his right arm.
Iman and I went home at around ten(moderately late, but our "parents" didn't really mind). We took baths (separately, duh!) and talked until we were too tired to go on. The two of us were still angry with Steve for making us flash some sleazy college-age Socs. We planned our revenge. On Monday night, when Steve took Evie to the movies on a double date with Soda and some chick named Lily, we would ruin their evening by doing obnoxious and annoying things. It was a lot better than it sounds.
When Monday finally came, we managed to make it through the school day without getting into too much trouble(Iman "took over" her Science class and attempted to hypnotize the other students while the teacher ran around sobbing about how she couldn't take it anymore. I auctioned off my Math teacher's belongings when he had to go down the hall to help stop the chaos in Iman's Science class). We were pretty much buzzing with excitement and anticipation by the time we got home. We had to work fast to get everything we would need for our revenge to work.
Iman picked out our disguises, which we would need because we didn't want Steve or Soda to know that it was us.
I had to get together all of the various "secret weapons" that we would use. By the time I was finished, our purses were stuffed full of things like party poppers, 3D glasses, and even a beach ball. We sneaked behind a bush to wait for Steve and Soda to leave Soda's house. We had to go in right before the movie started so that we could sit near them. Getting seats in front of them was the most crucial part of the plan.
They sat near the front of the theater. Iman was wearing farmer garb, complete with a red hankie and straw hat. My costume was that of an extremely Soc-y Soc.
The movie was one of those stupid beach party pictures. As we waited after the lights dimmed for the movie to start, Iman looked around like she was confused and then yelled in an over-the-top Hick accent, "Can you fast- forward it?" Of course, I doubt anyone understood what fast-forwarding was but it made me want to laugh all the same, but I had to stay in character otherwise the whole thing was shot.
The first scene contained lots of corny jokes, which Iman and I laughed at loudly and longer than anyone else in the theater did. When one particularly ditzy blonde in the movie commented on the warm weather, Iman acted superior and said, "No, it's snowing!", as I threw popcorn into the air. Some people laughed at our antics, but Steve was getting a little annoyed already. I caught a piece of the popcorn in my mouth as it soared down, but quickly spit it out and asked a passing usher what the return policy on popcorn was. Iman almost chuckled when he gave me an utterly confused look.
After a minute or two, when Steve, Evie, Soda, and Lily started to look comfortable, I inflated the beach ball and we started tossing it back and forth. Some really mean guy grabbed it out of the air and popped it, though, so we sat down and sulked saying that we were just trying to get into the mood of the film. Iman produced the 3D glasses and we complained for the next five minutes about the bad special effects when Evie subtly kicked the back of my chair. I shot forward onto the floor and screamed, "Ahhh, whiplash!"
Iman caught herself before she giggled, and helped me back into my chair, acting gentle and concerned, sending a mean glare to Evie, who still looked pissed. Steve put his arm around her and they tried to watch the movie, but we refused to let them off the hook. A song started and I initiated a game of musical chairs. We actually got a few people to join in before the manager came in to tell us to sit down and be quiet. We were stuck in the back of the theater when they shut us down, to our sort-of dismay, but it was a blessing, also, because we could execute another aspect. Iman got a carton of eggs(they smelled rotten, but that just made what we did even better)out of her purse. She aimed them at Steve and Co., while I threw them at the projection window. Her aim kind of sucked, because she just hit some people a few rows back from Steve, but she was pretty happy when she noticed that she had managed to splash them with a little yolk. My arm was much better, though, and I hit the projection window five times before the maintenance staff halted the movie to clean it off. We hid while they searched for the people who did it, and fortunately, nobody turned us in because they really hadn't noticed it was us, but by the looks on Steve and Soda's faces, they knew. During the intermission, we tried to start the Wave, but seeing as nobody knew what it was, we weren't very successful, though we did get an old couple(what the f were they doing at a movie like that?) to do something that resembled the Wave, but looked more like the Funky Chicken.
They started the movie again, and we let everyone think that the madness was finished with. We managed to get back to our original seats by paying the kids who were in them. Of course, we initially paid them to do something besides give our seats back, but they slid over anyway and we sat down again. Iman passed around a collection plate while I used binoculars and turned around and stared right at Steve instead of the screen. He asked me if I had a staring problem and I replied, "Yes, in fact, I do. But I'm still better than you, you grimy, greasy, Hood!"
Next, Iman pulled out a remote control (it belonged to the portable TV we were bringing to the sleepover. The TV got lost in translation, but the remote was still there.) She pretended to be irritated and fumed about not being able to change the channel. I feigned a comforting hug. Steve finally couldn't help it any longer and leaned forward and commanded, "Shut your faces! We're trying to watch the damn movie!" I almost laughed, but turned on the waterworks and pretended to cry. He looked a little taken aback and almost apologized, but then the kids we had paid earlier stood up to do what we had hired them to do. Some girl was on screen and doing the Twist or something like it and her... assets were twisting more than she was. The kids raced toward the screen, yelling, "Hooters!" I'm not exactly sure what became of them, but I think someone caught them before they jumped over that balcony thing.
The movie was about three-quarters of the way through, so we had to round it up. When Soda tapped Iman to tell her politely to please calm down (she was clapping and laughing at some guy who Twisted his ankle. haha, Twisted. Get it?), she jerked about and hollered, "Ahhh! Bad touch!" I shot off a party popper and we simultaneously warned, "Hit the floor!" and proceeded to crawl under our seats. "Ew, old gum!", Iman yelled, and crawled back out, a filled water pistol in hand. From then on, whenever someone spoke, she shot at them. I guess they weren't used to water guns, because they would shriek and freak out whenever she got them. She got Evie and Lily twice each. All of this disorder, added to my loud coughing and seizure- like movements, caused the whole audience to miss out on the most important part of the movie, and people were angry with us.
The movie was pretty much over, and Steve and Soda were arguing with us. Of course, their petty insults could never match ours ("You're ugly and you smell like cheese!"). The manager was back and coming towards us, but that WB lion thing came on, and when it roared, Iman and I screamed bloody murder and raced out of the theater, leaving behind utter madness and destruction. Awesome.
However, the best part was that, as we ran out, I grabbed the collection plate. We split the seven bucks we got and headed home.
IMAN'S POV:
Well, after that escapade, we sure were ready to get some sleep. I mean, have you tried heckling someone seriously?? I don't think so!! Anyway, we stayed up talking about out little prank for a few minutes them got straight to bed. As soon as I hit my comfy bed with its soft covers, I fell asleep.
The next morning I got up and went to the bathroom to find Janet brushing her teeth with a purple sea urchin. "Hey, Janet." I said casually picking up my own urchin and proceeding to shush my teeth with it.
"Hey." She said after she spit in the sink and then she walked out the door. I stood there brushing as I stared in the mirror. As soon as I finished, I was out the door.
"Janet?" I called wondering where she had gone off to. "Janet?" I called again. "Iman..." I heard Janet's voice say and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find Dallas standing there.
"Dallas?" I started," Where's Janet? I though you were Janet...."
"Calm down," he smiled, "I want to show you something...."
"...What?"
"Just come with me," he smiled again and took my hand. Ok, what kind of drug is he on? I thought. I followed him as he lead me outside my house and past the park.
"Where are we going?" I persisted as he continued to drag me.
"Please, I wanted it to be a surprise!" Dallas pulled me along. "Just a bit further...Ah! Here we are." We had come to a small amphitheater.
"What are we doing here?" I asked, suspicious of my surroundings.
"Hold on..." He ran up on stage and stood, back facing me. He began to snap his fingers. "One, two, three, FOUR!" Suddenly, he jumped around and all the rest of my friends were up there with him. Janet, Pony, Soda, Darry, Two-bit, Steve, and Johnny. As soon as they had all jumped around, they were singing nothing else than their own version of the New Kids on the Block's Hangin' Tough!!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, just hangin' tough, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hangin' tough.!!"
I stood there mortified as they all continued to sing and do the New Kid's dance, obviously pleased with their performance. "What the HELL!?!?!?" I screamed.
My eyes popped open and I felt as if I had just hit the bed. I looked around me, no sea urchins...no New Kid's dance...no Hangin' Tough. Thank god! I put my hand on my face. That was so traumatizing.
"That was just about the cheesiest dream in the world."
"Hi Iman."
"AHHH!!" I screamed and pulled the covers up to my chin.
"Cool it! It's me!! Who do you think it is? The New Kids on the Block?" Janet laughed because she found this very hilarious. She has no idea what I had gone through last night.
"Come on, get up, we have to go to school."
"Since when have you become so ecstatic about school?" I said.
"Since Ponyboy was in my class..." She sighed, "His lips are so soft..." I raised an eyebrow. I knew I shouldn't have given her that dare.
Anyway, we quickly got ready for school. Janet put on jeans, sneakers, and a blue T-shirt. I wore jeans also, sneakers, and a black T- shirt. We grabbed our backpacks and headed over to the Curtis'. Dallas drove us all to school from there. (A/N: We doubt he would actually drive us to school in real life but since we are the authors, he is driving us to school AND paying for the gas.)
When we got there we waited while Ponyboy got ready. Steve was talking to Two-Bit about his date.
"Man, there were these OBNOXIOUS folks there, were wearing these crazy duds and completely disrupted the movie! I can't remember a date so....strange EVER!"
We silently giggled in the corner, hoping to keep our laugher contained.
"Ok, I'm ready." Pony said coming out of the bathroom. He walked over to Janet and stood next to her. I watched him secretly slip his hand into hers. I had to resist to scream "CYYYYYUUUUTE!!" Because they so were! I could tell, they were falling in love! Awwwwwwwwwwwww!!! I just hoped this wouldn't affect anything when it was time to go, because, we couldn't stay here forever, in the 60's! I hadn't really given it too much thought, we could probably stay here about a week without anyone worrying because we were going to be gone from out parents houses for that long anyway, but after that? How DO we get back? Is there a minimum time you can stay? Does it automatically take you back? It all depends on what it was set for, but I just couldn't remember. Perhaps we would find out within our stay there.
After the ride to school with Dallas, we all went to our homerooms. Johnny went with me and Janet with Pony (still holding hands might I add).
After that day at school (A/N: I skipped the school day because you would probably be bored to death...I know I would) we decided to head back over to the Curtis' which happened to be our main "hangout sorta place". We stayed there awhile, lounging, eating food, throwing inanimate objects at each other affectionately, you know that sorta stuff.
When it was around 6 o'clock, Soda and Darry came home, along with that lame-o Steve. "I heard about this cool party!" Said Soda, "It's going to be on Friday night! Lets all go!"
"I hate parties." Said me and Janet.
"Aw, come on, it'll be fun!" said Two-bit who was automatically there for the sake of the plot sort of. After much persuading, they had won us over ("FINE I WILL GO IF YOU STOP BUGGING ME!!!!!!").
"But ya gotta wear skirts!" Two-bit, Steve, Soda, and Dallas all snickered.
"Since when was that part of the deal??" I asked.
"Why do you want us to wear skirts?? So you lechers can look under them with your nutter friends?!!??" Janet yelled.
"Not what I was thinking but not a bad idea actually. What I was thinking is maybe you would look more like girls?" I could tell Janet was getting an idea and I started to get one myself.
"Hold on." I said and dragged Janet over to a corner.
"Ok, this really is dumb, but what I was thinking is that we make them do something, like have those guys...uhh..."
"Run around in their underwear!" I supplied.
"Perfect! It is like an eye for an eye! GO HAMMURABI!! Except it is like clothes for clothes....sorta...." We walked over to them and began bargaining.
The end result was that we would wear skirts and tomorrow after school, they would all (Two-Bit, Steve, Soda, and Dallas) walk around in their underwear for the rest of the day. God knows why they cared so much!
"Wait! But they have to be skirts we pick out!" Darn that sorta ruined it, we were planning on wearing long skirts. Steve continued, "What skirts do you have?"
"Well, you all come over to our house on Friday before the party! Then you will help us pick them out or something..." I couldn't help but laugh at this foolish situation, here were these tough greasers, going to run around in underwear to see us wear skirts, and THEY WERE GOING TO HELP US PICK THEM OUT????!!!!! Ok, I've heard of girls helping girls with clothes but guys?? Ok, I knew Steve was gay, he suggested it, he spends too much time on his hair anyway.
. Originally, we didn't have skirts, but we found skirts in our closets when we first came here. Well, at least it was like two days until the party, we had time to confiscate our short skirts! We could shred them and make paper!! Or something. Anyway, we would have to think on this...
Icelandic Morning Glory's A/N: Like it? I worked pretty hard on it. Did we have a disclaimer in the first chapter? I don't remember, but just in case, we don't own the Outsiders or anything associated with the Outsiders. However, we are in talks with S.E. Hinton about buying the Curtis brothers for fifty-eight cents and a piece of gum each. Also, we don't own party poppers, 3D glasses, Raven,Phil etc.
Alcoholics Anonymous's A/N: Well This was a fun chapter, bugging Steve was pretty fun!! I never liked the jerk!! I mean, what's up with his hair? Anyway, please see what will be in store the NEXT chapter, this is will be good guys!! I hope I can promise you that!
Icelandic Morning Glory: Alright, guys, review! Please? I'll let you borrow Phil! Though... I'm not sure his parents would be very happy with me, but you can still take him! All kinds of criticisms welcomed! Except for mean ones, then I'll have to sic Raven on you.
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