I kept running out of the drive in, passing houses as my feet brushed the cement floor. Some people were making wise comments as I accidentally bumped into them. One guy even said, "Watch it, you good for nothing, filthy greaser!" I get that a lot. Nobody usually calls greaser girls 'greaser'. But I'm usually wearing a big t-shirt and jeans, and a hat, so I don't think they can tell I was a girl most of the time. But most recognize that I'm a girl, when I'm not wearing a hat, or if I dress into a tight shirt or something. Right now I was wearing a blue t-shirt with dark jeans. I wasn't wearing a hat, but I was running pretty quick so I wouldn't be surprised if I was mistaken for a guy. It bugged me sometimes. But sometimes it's didn't.
I looked back at the guy who made that ever so polite compliment. I turned angrily, but he had disappeared, and I was alone. Suddenly I found myself on the floor, as I bumped into something big. I fell down hard, scraping my elbow. I looked up to find myself face to face with the man himself: Tim Shepard.
"Where's Dally," he demanded. What, no 'Hello', or 'Hi, how's it been?'?
"How am I suppose to know?" I charged back. I wasn't going to be his puppet.
Strangely, this didn't surprise Tim. "You know everything, chick."
"Don't you think Two Bit would know where he was?" I barked. I didn't like his tone, or where he was getting at.
"Yeah, but Two Bit's a bit stronger, and has a fancy switchblade I wouldn't like being cut with," he said suddenly grinning. He added, "You just got a nice chain, guts, and a thing for Dally."
I gave him an angry stare. If I wanted to show how I felt right then, my jaw would have dropped to the floor. How'd he find out?
"You're crazy," I said. "Your whole gang's crazy."
"Really?" Tim asked suspiciously. "You happen to be around him more than the others. You always seem to include him into a bunch of conversations. In fact, you're looking for him right now, aren't you? Why else would you be out here?"
I just looked at him. I started getting frightened. I realized then I wasn't ready to tell Dally. I wasn't ready to tell him how I really feel. But Tim knows, and he's going to keep that handy just in case the right time strolls along.
I started backing up with my hands. I was still on the ground.
Unfortunately, I had bumped right into one of his gang members. Tim looked at me thoughtfully, then stuck a hand out. "I'll help ya up, chick."
"No way!" I said. I wasn't going to trust a blackmailer.
Suddenly I was kicked on the back of the head, and everything started spinning. I heard laughs, as they started kicking me on the shoulders and legs. I tried to get out, but everything was backwards for a while, and every joint on my body stung with pain. I heard Tim's stiff laugh, and his meaningless words of, "Leave her alone, guys". He didn't mean it, and kept right on laughing. I crammed my fist into my pocket.
"Come on, I told ya I'd help ya up," said Tim, and he grabbed my hand, and pulled hard.
I gasped, as I was lifted up by my arm harshly, and pulled up close enough to Tim. I could feel his breath against my skin. I almost gagged. He then let go of my arm, and wrapped it tightly around my waist. I pulled out my chain, and swung it at him. It scarred him on the cheek.
He cussed loudly, letting me go. I thought this was a good time to run for it, so I did. But lucky enough, I tripped over one of Tim's gang members, and fell right on top of him. I punched him on the jaw, then suddenly heard voices, and saw red and blue lights.
"Hey- hey, what's going on here?" It was the fuzz.
I made a run for it, but Tim's gang member grabbed me by the shoe. I swung my chain again, and hit him right on the temple. He let go of me, and I ran almost losing my balance. Luckily, I outran the fuzz, and collapsed near an alley. I wasn't safe in this dark alley, but I was safe enough from Tim and his gang, and the fuzz. I slid down the wall, and leaned my head against the cold wall. My head hurt badly, and, now that I was resting, I could feel my legs going numb. It was probably covered with bruises, which I couldn't stand.
I stared thinking whether or not if Tim and his gang got caught. If Tim would tell the fuzz who I was. And what about Dally? Where was he? The things I go through for that guy. I don't believe it. What would my parents think? They don't like it that I hang around with Dally and all, and now I get beat up for him. They'd probably ground me. But the funny thing was, they've never grounded me. I guess they think the pain I'm going through now, is punishment enough. That I'd learn my lesson the hard way, but my way. I was always independent. They knew that.
"Don't move. You've been caught."
I froze. How'd the fuzz get caught up with me? They were too busy with Tim's Company weren't they? My parents would kill me if they ever-
"Seriously. Don't move. You're hurt badly."
That wasn't the fuzz. That was Dally. I'd kiss him, if I could, but kill him at the same time. The things I go through for you! The beatings I suffer through because I care so much, and you don't even know . . .
"I saw the ending of what happened," he said, and I looked up. He was glowing, but frowning at the same time.
"The fuzz gave up on them," he continued. "One of Tim's gang members saw me, and yelled for me. Then they all just started chasing me. I tried to follow you, but you're some runner, Danny. But I found you. And Tim and Company are looking for you right now." He bent down beside me.
His voice sounded different. No, it wasn't his voice. It was his words. They were different. Dallas Winston would never ever, not in a million years say anything like this.
"I can't figure you out," he said, "But it's damn fun trying to figure you out. You're out of your mind, you know that? Don't be a dumb broad. Don't be a-"
He started calling me every name my parents forbidden me to say. I sat there stunned, but unsurprised. After he was finished, he smiled.
"Thanks, babe."
I looked at him for a minute, and everything about him became soft and caring for a minute. But only for a minute. Boy, would I like to be that type of girl who would make him look like that for eternity. But I didn't really know. Was Dally the type of guy who would stick to a one relationship thing? I didn't want to figure it out.
He touched my face with the back of his hand. In an instance all the pain disappeared, and all that mattered was this moment. It hurt when I tried to smile, so I just closed my eyes. Suddenly I heard footsteps.
"Trouble's always knocking on my door," said Dally, and he stood up. I sighed disheartened. Tim Shepard was back with his fellow comrades.
"You know it, Winston," said Tim angrily. "You mess with my tires, you messing with me. Get the girl."
His gang started coming over to me. I was too weak to fight back.
"No. Leave her," said Dally. "I got no blade. We're fighting fair. Leave Danny out of this. It's my fight, not hers."
Tim looked at him and grinned. "You talk good Winston. You're right. Leave the girl." His gang stepped away from me.
"We're fighting fair right here, right now," said Tim.
At the same moment Dally threw a punch. Tim punched back, and they started going at it. Dally was a good fighter, a very violent fighter. He looked scary when he fought, and I didn't like it. I watched, horrified. I didn't want Dally to get hurt. I nervously looked at Tim's gang, and they were cheering Tim on loudly. Yeah, I thought sarcastically, keep screaming. Surely, your screaming won't cause attention to the cops, and get us busted. Yeah, real smart like.
Suddenly I heard a loud crack. I quickly looked over at Dally and Tim.
No, Dally, I thought disappointingly. Why did you just make things worse for yourself?
He had a pipe. He started cracking Tim's ribs with one stab, and he fell to the floor. The other gang members cussed him out, and Dally just cussed them right back. They started coming towards him, but Dally just swung the pipe across their chest and they fell to the floor. Suddenly, I heard a loud bang.
One of Tim's Company had a heater. He started shooting in the air as threats.
"Danny, get outta here!" ordered Dally.
I tried to stand up. My legs felt like rubber, and I knew I couldn't run. But I had to sure try.
"Where do I go?" I asked, panicked. I couldn't just leave him there.
"I don't know," he breathed, dropping the pipe and started punching them instead. "Just run! I'll catch up with you. Just go!"
I started to run, and it was so hard to. Every step made my legs burn with ache, and I was more like staggering than running. I fell a few times, but caught myself in time. I just started running. I suddenly realized that I still hand my chain clutched in my hand. It left a mark on my palms, and I stuffed it back in my pocket.
I also realized that night fell on us. It was dark, and the street lights were on. I didn't know how late it was, and it was getting harder to see. I thought I was going to collapse, but I tried hard to keep focus and just run.
"Danny!"
I turned my head to see Dally catching up with me. I slowed down enough for him to be a couple of feet behind me. But I kept running fast.
"Go to Buck Merril's!" he said. "It's the safest place for now!"
Suddenly we heard sirens. He grabbed my arm, and lead me behind the trees. We ran through a bunch of them, trying to keep away sight from the fuzz. We finally reached Buck's place. It seemed that there was a party going on, but we couldn't back out now. We ran to his doorstep and banged on the door. Buck answered, and Hank Williams tunes bursted out. Buck was apparently also drunk.
"We need a place to stay low from the fuzz," said Dally out of breath.
"But there's a party. But you're my bud and all, but I dunno," said Buck.
Dally grabbed his collar. "Let us in."
Buck backed away from him. "Alright, alright, geez. Take my room, it's empty."
We rushed passed Buck, and I collapsed on his floor.
I looked back at the guy who made that ever so polite compliment. I turned angrily, but he had disappeared, and I was alone. Suddenly I found myself on the floor, as I bumped into something big. I fell down hard, scraping my elbow. I looked up to find myself face to face with the man himself: Tim Shepard.
"Where's Dally," he demanded. What, no 'Hello', or 'Hi, how's it been?'?
"How am I suppose to know?" I charged back. I wasn't going to be his puppet.
Strangely, this didn't surprise Tim. "You know everything, chick."
"Don't you think Two Bit would know where he was?" I barked. I didn't like his tone, or where he was getting at.
"Yeah, but Two Bit's a bit stronger, and has a fancy switchblade I wouldn't like being cut with," he said suddenly grinning. He added, "You just got a nice chain, guts, and a thing for Dally."
I gave him an angry stare. If I wanted to show how I felt right then, my jaw would have dropped to the floor. How'd he find out?
"You're crazy," I said. "Your whole gang's crazy."
"Really?" Tim asked suspiciously. "You happen to be around him more than the others. You always seem to include him into a bunch of conversations. In fact, you're looking for him right now, aren't you? Why else would you be out here?"
I just looked at him. I started getting frightened. I realized then I wasn't ready to tell Dally. I wasn't ready to tell him how I really feel. But Tim knows, and he's going to keep that handy just in case the right time strolls along.
I started backing up with my hands. I was still on the ground.
Unfortunately, I had bumped right into one of his gang members. Tim looked at me thoughtfully, then stuck a hand out. "I'll help ya up, chick."
"No way!" I said. I wasn't going to trust a blackmailer.
Suddenly I was kicked on the back of the head, and everything started spinning. I heard laughs, as they started kicking me on the shoulders and legs. I tried to get out, but everything was backwards for a while, and every joint on my body stung with pain. I heard Tim's stiff laugh, and his meaningless words of, "Leave her alone, guys". He didn't mean it, and kept right on laughing. I crammed my fist into my pocket.
"Come on, I told ya I'd help ya up," said Tim, and he grabbed my hand, and pulled hard.
I gasped, as I was lifted up by my arm harshly, and pulled up close enough to Tim. I could feel his breath against my skin. I almost gagged. He then let go of my arm, and wrapped it tightly around my waist. I pulled out my chain, and swung it at him. It scarred him on the cheek.
He cussed loudly, letting me go. I thought this was a good time to run for it, so I did. But lucky enough, I tripped over one of Tim's gang members, and fell right on top of him. I punched him on the jaw, then suddenly heard voices, and saw red and blue lights.
"Hey- hey, what's going on here?" It was the fuzz.
I made a run for it, but Tim's gang member grabbed me by the shoe. I swung my chain again, and hit him right on the temple. He let go of me, and I ran almost losing my balance. Luckily, I outran the fuzz, and collapsed near an alley. I wasn't safe in this dark alley, but I was safe enough from Tim and his gang, and the fuzz. I slid down the wall, and leaned my head against the cold wall. My head hurt badly, and, now that I was resting, I could feel my legs going numb. It was probably covered with bruises, which I couldn't stand.
I stared thinking whether or not if Tim and his gang got caught. If Tim would tell the fuzz who I was. And what about Dally? Where was he? The things I go through for that guy. I don't believe it. What would my parents think? They don't like it that I hang around with Dally and all, and now I get beat up for him. They'd probably ground me. But the funny thing was, they've never grounded me. I guess they think the pain I'm going through now, is punishment enough. That I'd learn my lesson the hard way, but my way. I was always independent. They knew that.
"Don't move. You've been caught."
I froze. How'd the fuzz get caught up with me? They were too busy with Tim's Company weren't they? My parents would kill me if they ever-
"Seriously. Don't move. You're hurt badly."
That wasn't the fuzz. That was Dally. I'd kiss him, if I could, but kill him at the same time. The things I go through for you! The beatings I suffer through because I care so much, and you don't even know . . .
"I saw the ending of what happened," he said, and I looked up. He was glowing, but frowning at the same time.
"The fuzz gave up on them," he continued. "One of Tim's gang members saw me, and yelled for me. Then they all just started chasing me. I tried to follow you, but you're some runner, Danny. But I found you. And Tim and Company are looking for you right now." He bent down beside me.
His voice sounded different. No, it wasn't his voice. It was his words. They were different. Dallas Winston would never ever, not in a million years say anything like this.
"I can't figure you out," he said, "But it's damn fun trying to figure you out. You're out of your mind, you know that? Don't be a dumb broad. Don't be a-"
He started calling me every name my parents forbidden me to say. I sat there stunned, but unsurprised. After he was finished, he smiled.
"Thanks, babe."
I looked at him for a minute, and everything about him became soft and caring for a minute. But only for a minute. Boy, would I like to be that type of girl who would make him look like that for eternity. But I didn't really know. Was Dally the type of guy who would stick to a one relationship thing? I didn't want to figure it out.
He touched my face with the back of his hand. In an instance all the pain disappeared, and all that mattered was this moment. It hurt when I tried to smile, so I just closed my eyes. Suddenly I heard footsteps.
"Trouble's always knocking on my door," said Dally, and he stood up. I sighed disheartened. Tim Shepard was back with his fellow comrades.
"You know it, Winston," said Tim angrily. "You mess with my tires, you messing with me. Get the girl."
His gang started coming over to me. I was too weak to fight back.
"No. Leave her," said Dally. "I got no blade. We're fighting fair. Leave Danny out of this. It's my fight, not hers."
Tim looked at him and grinned. "You talk good Winston. You're right. Leave the girl." His gang stepped away from me.
"We're fighting fair right here, right now," said Tim.
At the same moment Dally threw a punch. Tim punched back, and they started going at it. Dally was a good fighter, a very violent fighter. He looked scary when he fought, and I didn't like it. I watched, horrified. I didn't want Dally to get hurt. I nervously looked at Tim's gang, and they were cheering Tim on loudly. Yeah, I thought sarcastically, keep screaming. Surely, your screaming won't cause attention to the cops, and get us busted. Yeah, real smart like.
Suddenly I heard a loud crack. I quickly looked over at Dally and Tim.
No, Dally, I thought disappointingly. Why did you just make things worse for yourself?
He had a pipe. He started cracking Tim's ribs with one stab, and he fell to the floor. The other gang members cussed him out, and Dally just cussed them right back. They started coming towards him, but Dally just swung the pipe across their chest and they fell to the floor. Suddenly, I heard a loud bang.
One of Tim's Company had a heater. He started shooting in the air as threats.
"Danny, get outta here!" ordered Dally.
I tried to stand up. My legs felt like rubber, and I knew I couldn't run. But I had to sure try.
"Where do I go?" I asked, panicked. I couldn't just leave him there.
"I don't know," he breathed, dropping the pipe and started punching them instead. "Just run! I'll catch up with you. Just go!"
I started to run, and it was so hard to. Every step made my legs burn with ache, and I was more like staggering than running. I fell a few times, but caught myself in time. I just started running. I suddenly realized that I still hand my chain clutched in my hand. It left a mark on my palms, and I stuffed it back in my pocket.
I also realized that night fell on us. It was dark, and the street lights were on. I didn't know how late it was, and it was getting harder to see. I thought I was going to collapse, but I tried hard to keep focus and just run.
"Danny!"
I turned my head to see Dally catching up with me. I slowed down enough for him to be a couple of feet behind me. But I kept running fast.
"Go to Buck Merril's!" he said. "It's the safest place for now!"
Suddenly we heard sirens. He grabbed my arm, and lead me behind the trees. We ran through a bunch of them, trying to keep away sight from the fuzz. We finally reached Buck's place. It seemed that there was a party going on, but we couldn't back out now. We ran to his doorstep and banged on the door. Buck answered, and Hank Williams tunes bursted out. Buck was apparently also drunk.
"We need a place to stay low from the fuzz," said Dally out of breath.
"But there's a party. But you're my bud and all, but I dunno," said Buck.
Dally grabbed his collar. "Let us in."
Buck backed away from him. "Alright, alright, geez. Take my room, it's empty."
We rushed passed Buck, and I collapsed on his floor.
