When we reached the street where the race was taking place, I was half laying in the backseat with Steve, we were laughing about some stupid joke Two bit had told. Soda sat up front shaking and pounding on Two bits arm so that he kept losing control over the steering, which only made us laugh harder and the car kept swaying on the road. Two bit was laughing too which didn't really help the driving either, plus he, Steve and me had been drinking quite a bit before we left.

I felt good as I laid there looking up at the city lights, I felt alive. I looked over at Steve and saw his face relaxed with laughter, his eyes sparkling in the darkness, I felt happy seeing him like that and I threw my head in his lap looking up at him. He smiled down at me, taking a swig from the bottle of gin the three of us shared. It was times like that when I knew why he was my best friend.

Suddenly the car came to a halt and we got out. I looked around me and saw about three other cars further down the road. I wasn't really drunk but I felt kind of dizzy as I stood there so I leaned back against the car trying to catch some fresh air. Steve and Soda had run of to talk to some greasers who were hanging on one of the cars, probably fixing a race. Two bit stood next to me plying absentmindedly with his blade, but when a blonde girl walked by he immediately ran after her tapping her on her shoulder. I laughed hoping she wouldn't be too hard on him, but she wasn't she actually smiled at him and they walked of.

Soon Soda came up to me again his whole face beaming with happiness.

"You wanna race?" he asked smiling at me, he pointed to the guys Steve was talking to saying; "We're gonna race them" he grinned evilly. I shaked my head no, I didn't really feel like racing, I felt more like drinking.

"You race for money?" I asked knowing Darry wouldn't really like that, but I did because I knew Soda would win, he always won.

"Yeah" he said getting in the car. I pushed myself off of the car and motioned for Steve to come over. When he had gotten in the car they drove up next to the other car.

I looked around me for awhile, trying to find someone I knew. I didn't find anyone though, I recognized some guys from Brumly and a couple of guys from Shepard's gang, but there were no one I actually knew. Two bit was god-knows-where doing god-knows but I-really-didn't-want-to-know what. We were on a deserted road in the outskirts of town so it was quite dark and except for us greasers it was empty. The races used to be downtown, but since the fuzz always showed up they moved them here, where we could party long after the races were over without being disturbed.

"Hey Nora" I suddenly heard someone call out to me and as I located where it came from I saw Shepard getting out of one of the cars. When he saw that I had noticed him he walked over to me, that's when I saw a girl getting out of the car right behind him. She fixed her eyes on his back as he walked towards me, looking pissed. Shepard had a bottle in his right hand and a cigarette in his left and when he stopped in front of me he tossed the cigarette away. He fixed his eyes on mine and smiled at me, his blue eyes reflecting in the street lamps, I could tell he had been drinking, but he wasn't really drunk.

"Your brothers racing?" he asked as he took a step towards me casually throwing his arm around my shoulders. His arm felt warm through the shirt fabric and I felt his body against my side. He held the bottle up to me offering it to me.

"Soda and Steve are, you?" I said taking a swig from the bottle, feeling my throat burn and my stomach become warm. I could hear Shepard's soft chuckle in my ear and I felt myself shiver a little at the feeling of him being so close.

"Have been" he said taking the bottle I was passing over to him "Didn't know you Curtis' had it in you to drink whiskey"

I tilted my head up to look at him and saw him smirking down at me, his face only inches from mine.

"Dallas taught me" I answered smiling at the memory. Shepard was looking at me his eyes fixed on mine, he wasn't smiling anymore, he just watched me his face expressionless.

"Good old Dally" he said as he turned his gaze away, a hard and bitter smile on his face. He took a long swig of the whiskey and then wiped his mouth on his shirt arm. I felt this sudden urge to touch him but I pressed it aside and reached for the bottle, Shepard gave it to me saying it was empty so I threw it to the side of the road.

"Want more?" he asked smirking at me, his lips curving slightly. I just nodded and he removed his arm from my shoulders. I felt myself draw a shaky breath which sounded more like a deep sigh, whether it was from relief or regret I didn't know. I did know that I felt cold without the warmth from his body next to me and I couldn't help but shiver slightly. When he noticed he took my hand in his and started to drag me off.

"I have more whiskey in my car" he said walking towards the car where a bunch of greasers were hanging. I noticed that the girl who had been in the car with Shepard was sitting on the hood flirting with some of the guys. When she saw us walk over she shot me a dirty look. I felt Shepard tense up when he noticed her, his grip on my hand becoming firmer then before. He ignored her looks though and continued to walk towards the car, when we reached it he motioned for me to sit on the hood next to that girl. She looked at me curiously but with an evil glare. Shepard had disappeared and I was alone with a gang of greasers I didn't know and when I looked at them I felt like I really didn't want to know them either. Darry's words kept spinning in my mind. "He ain't like us…" I felt more drunk then dizzy suddenly.

"Your brother's the one who works at the DX?" that girl suddenly asked looking at me with a bored expression. I felt like strangling hear as I watched her vacant expression.

"Yeah, Soda" I answered smiling at Shepard as I saw him stand in front of me again; he had a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He moved closer until he was standing between my legs, his chest almost touching mine. He reached around me and placed the bottle behind my back. He didn't remove his hands tough instead he put them on my hips and leaned in his lips touching my cheek lightly as he whispered in my ear;

"Wanna go home with me Nora?" his voice was raspy from the whiskey and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I heard it. I didn't know what to say, I didn't even know what I wanted, I was too drunk, so I just laughed and put my hands on his shoulders, resting my forehead against his collar-bone. I heard that girl snort and jump off of the car, stomping off. And I heard some of the guys laugh at her.

Shepard smelled like whiskey, cigarettes and hair grease, it was a warm smell and as I rested my head I could hear him breathing slowly.

I felt Shepard pull away from me suddenly, moving himself to stand beside me and as I looked up I saw Two bit walking towards us.

"You guys at it again?" he asked grinning like a fool. Shepard laughed and offered him some whiskey.

"Soda was looking for you" he told me between swigs "told him I thought I knew where you were" he was smiling widely now "wanna know if you're coming home now?"

"Nah, I'm going home with Tim" I said surprising both myself and them. Two bit didn't look as surprised as I felt though, he just smiled and shaked his head, Shepard looked at me smirking confidently, his eyesdark and hazy.

"Suit your self" Two bit said giving me an amused and curios look that also clearly told me to be careful and then he walked off laughing.

"Wait Two bit!" I called to him, when he turned around I asked; "Did they win?" He just nodded grinning and kept walking.

"So, where were we" I said smiling as I jumped off of the car and moved to stand in front of Shepard. He looked down at me, his eyes glimmering as he wrapped his arms around my waist moving me closer to him. His body was pressed against mine firmly and I let my hands wander up his arms to rest around his neck. His hair was soft and I couldn't stop myself from running my fingers through it. He was standing completely still as I reached up, my lips almost touching his. He smirked at me and moved one of his hands up to my neck holding my head firmly as he kissed me forcefully.

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