CHAPTER THREE: PAR-TAAAAAAAY!

by Icelandic Morning Glory, a.k.a. Janet, and

Alcoholics Anonymous, a.k.a. Iman

JANET'S POV:

We were pretty screwed. I mean, I don't remember

wearing a skirt. EVER! Except on the first day of

school in third grade when Mom bought me this really

cool skort(A/N: yes, skort) and I wore it to school

and we had gym class and the teacher made me sit out

and called my preeeetty shoes clunky. Bitch. Yeah,

anyways...

Iman and I buried our shortest skirts in the backyard

at two o'clock in the morning. So, all we had left

were some knee-length ones, because I find anything

longer tacky, unless it's a dress. Of course, we also

erected an elaborate network of ropes in our backyard

and when Darry peeked out the door to see what all the

commotion was(Iman was playing Tarzan, yodelling and

swinging around on the rope we tied to a tree and I

was entangled in a jumbled knot of ropes), we

explained ourselves, telling him that we were spider

people. He closed the door and went back to sleep.

Maybe he thinks it's just a dream. Woo.

Therefore, when Two-Bit skipped over to our porch

later that day, we thought we were soooo smart and

clever. Imagine our surprise when he whips out two

skirts from behind his back-- miniskirts. Iman almost

died. We argued relentlessly for about ten minutes

until Two-Bit finally ended it by admitting that he

had pulled one over on us-- we had never specified

where the skirts would come from. So he borrowed them

from Steve's evil girlfriend Evie. I bet it was

payback for that whole movie-theater incident.

Iman was almost hyperventilating because she does NOT

wear revealing clothes. She's like Mother Theresa only

way more gothic without actually BEING a Goth. Yo'. I

calmed her nerves by telling her that Dallas(I

tactfully chose this over Dally, the lard-reminiscent

shorthand form) would definitely like it. Which I'm

sure he would. Just because he likes dangerous girls.

Or so I think. Even though Iman isn't dangerous in the

least. Well, most of the time she isn't. Unless you

threaten to tell a certain someone (A/N: ahem) that

she likes them. Then she's scary. Yeah. Ms. Barney

would totally kill me for that last paragraph.

I was hesitant because I dress like a total tomboy

and Pony had never seen me in a skirt before. I'll

never know how I worked up the nerve to actually try

on the skirt Two-Bit handed me.

There's no way around it-- Iman looked like a total

hottie in her skirt and black top. I was very jealous

because I just looked average. Grr, to be hot. Woe is

me. Word.

By the time the night of the party rolled around, I

was a little less nervous. I mean, I spend all of my

time around a bunch of hot Greasers(minus Tim Shepard-

that Owen Wilson wannabe. Broken noses totally don't

do it for me) who are drunk and very eager to jump

into bed. Not. Okay, I'm exaggerating the situation.

But I was a bit less nervous. And I think Iman wanted

to get Dally drunk so they could romp around the

bedroom. Ha ha. This is a very pointless paragraph so

I'll stop boring you.

IMAN'S POV:

God. Two-Bit is such a stupid male!! I do NOT wear miniskirts!! Just the word "miniskirt" sounds sorta….slutty perhaps? Anyhoo, after Janet convinced me that Dallas(I'm SO glad she didn't say Dally)might perhaps like it, I was a bit less reluctant to wear it. On that matter, I did pick a little something up on my ESP. Me, not dangerous? I am like the most dangerous person in the history of mankind!!! With the exception of Arnold Schwarzenegger of course. Um…yeah. So anyway, you can guess I spent those few days before the party experimenting with makeup, stockings, boots, what top to go with my skirt, you know.

One day I came out of the bathroom with my knee high boots, fishnets, and dark, slathered Avril Lavigne eyeliner on. Janet convinced me to, ahem, tone it down a bit. I finally settle for my black wife beater(yeah man!! I beat wives!!), my knee high lace ups(can't live without 'em), a bit of black eyeliner and other assorted cosmetics, and of course, Evie's skirt. I also put my hair up in one of the those slutty looking messy buns, but it worked for me. I figured if I was going to have to wear a skirt, I might as well look good in it, hmm? Janet was wearing her skirt too along with some doc martens and a white baby doll button up shirt, she looked very good but she was convinced she looked bad. Well, I thought she looked good. And when I told her Ponyboy might think so too, she started blushing like crazy!! It was rather humorous!

So we waited on our front porch for a bit, and finally Dallas came over in his car and we all piled in. Me, Janet, Johnny, Ponyboy, and me were all in this car while Soda and Steve were in another car with their girlfriends and Two-bit.

Finally after what seemed like 5 minutes(OMG!!!)we got to the party. We got out of the car and just stood there, staring at the house.

"Hey, y'all coming?" said Johnny.

"Yeah, we'll be there in a second," Janet answered. We exchanged glances and headed into the house.

When we got in, the music was blaring very loudly and the whole room had a red sort of glow to it that made the room appear sort of thick and humid almost. Or maybe that was the masses of smelly people and cigarette smoke, whatever it was, it made me feel kind of woozy. Janet and I just kind of went over next to the wall and stood there. I knew just as well as she did, people were eyeing us. Tsk tsk. Those naughty people!! Oh well. I felt hot for once!

Just then, Dallas ran up to me, grabbed my wrists and dragged me outside. The he took an axe and chopped off my arm. I screamed and he just laughed!! Then he proceeded to gouge out my eyes with sporks!! This was not a fun night!!

Ok, I lied. That was just for fun because…well, because I felt like it! God!! I'm one of the authors, I don't need a reason!!! Just shut up and let me finish!! Jeez, what a chatterbox.

Ok, I won't do that again, I'm sorry, and I'm done.

So…we stood there for a little bit, we spotted some of the gang talking with some girls. We even spoke among ourselves!!

"Janet?"

"Yeah?"

"Um…what are we supposed to do?"

"Er…I dunno…" So that was the basis of our conversation. Oh yes, we are interesting, aren't we. At one point, I saw Johnny and Ponyboy talking. I bet I could guess what they were talking about from what happened next.

Slowly Ponyboy approached Janet. I just spectated. Then Janet and Ponyboy got up to dance. It was rather cute I must say. Me? I just watched them for awhile, during this period, a few guys asked me to dance and I did just for the heck of it, but most of the time, I spent resting on a couch.

It was about 11 and I was resting my eyes when I looked up and saw some weird guy staring in my face.

"Heeeylo!" he said baring his plaque covered buck teeth. You can guess I was a bit grossed out so I pushed him away and ran over to Dallas having no one else to run over to. I grabbed him arm and he looked at me.

"Um, hi!" I said, 'I'm just going to stay here for awhile, heh heh…" he shrugged and let me hold on. Ahh…the warmth of males you actually find yourself attracted to.

"How are you?" I said.

"Alive." Damn, this kid was not much of a talker. Hmmm…lets see if I could make him talk…

"Dallas?" He turned in my direction and I kissed him on the cheek. I could see him blush a teeny, weeny bit and it made me feel really good. "Hi." I said. All I wanted to do was hug him, kiss him, and maybe even other stuff him!! But I am a good kid. I always practice safe sex. I mean, I'm a virgin, but that's pretty safe I guess. I'm not making any sense, please disregard.

"You wanna dance then?"

"…Ok." I was a bit nervous, would he think I was fat, would he hold me close, would he touch my butt??!! These of course were all valid questions, but I just let everything go and danced. At one point, I put my head on his shoulder and it was all romantic like except I don't know if he actually liked me, well…at least he was dancing with me. I danced with him for awhile and then we both decided to sit down.

"Um, where are Ponyboy and Janet?" I asked Dallas.

"Damned if I know." He replied.

"I'll be right back…"

"K."

I walked over to a door, I thought it was a closet and I was right, as I opened the door, I found Pony and Janet playing "7 minutes in heaven" again.

"I'm not even going to ask." I said and slammed the door and went back to Dallas.

"Ya found em?"

"Yup." He knew what I meant.

The night went on pretty uneventful until one kid got so drunk he started a fight. Left, right, left, he jabbed and punched anyone and everyone. Guess who got the first punch, Yup. Moi. I think Janet might have gotten one too(she was out of the closet by then). But me, I couldn't stand that, I ran up to that loser and I started beating the crap out of him, man you should have see me, I was like the Terminator or something…well, if the Terminator is a big person who beats the crap out of people, I don't know, I've never seen the movie. Anyway, I was beating the crap out of him, if you call beating the crap out of someone "bitch slapping with all her might". Then Dallas jumped in.

"You don't hit girls!" And then he started beating the crap out of him. Me, I was standing there agast, being the raging feminist I am, thinking "Why can't he freaking hit a girl!!!!!"….but then I remembered it was like the 1950s or 60's or whatever it was, and then started beaming at Dallas for coming to my rescue. Sort of. What's beaming mean anyway, I don't really know, I just thought it was appropriate. Ok, nevermind.

Well, after a little bit, the rest of the people got pissed and threw the drunk dude out. Then it was party time. Two-Bit got a bit drunk I think because he went up to Janet and said "Hey baby, wanna see what's hangin?" and laughed a laugh that was reminiscent of a donkey. Janet just said

"I saw that in the movie, don't even try it." Then Two-Bit almost sobered and stared at her with this "WTF?" expression on his face. "Uhh, I mean I saw it IN a movie once, heh heh…." He still stared at her like an idiot. Drunken Two-Bit was no piece of cake. Wait, hold on, I know I've done this like a million times but what do they mean by "piece of cake"? Do they mean that the piece of cake was easy to make? Because I don't know about you but making cake is hard so wouldn't the proper thing to say be "Drunken Two-Bit WAS a piece of cake"? Well, whatever, I'm right.

Anyway, it was pretty late and the "gang" and Janet and I decided to go home. That was the end of our skirt wearing days…..or so we thought.

Icelandic Morning Glory's A/N: YO! How'd you like it?

My part was sort of lame but only because Iman pretty

much had all the ideas for the party, so yeah.

Anyways. Yup.

Alcoholics Anonymous' A/N: Sorry the party sucked so bad, I couldn't think of anything.

Icelandic Morning Glory: PLEEEEEEEEEEASE REVIEW! that

is all.

Alcoholics Anonymous: Yes, what she said.