Hey guys--sorry it took so long! Ah--don't kill me--I've been studying for finals... jeez I LOATHE Geometry--who's with me? Burn that textbook to ashes!
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Hahukum Konn: What do you mean by the wince? Is that bad? Ah--I hope it's not bad!
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Chapter Five: Work Sucks...
Disclaimer: I, in no way, own The Outsiders...
"Blah... blah... blah..."
That's all I ever hear form our store manager...
"Blah..."
It turns out we were late--again... what else is new?
"Yes, sir. It won't happen again, sir." Soda assured him.
"Ya--right..." I laughed to myself, "Wait till tomorrow morning..."
Bad Move.
"Something--funny--Mr. Randal?" the big dope crinked his neck over to me.
He was in his late 40's and was getting grey hair and a bald spot on the back of his head. He had serious woman problems and a huge beer belly that threatened to rip off his over-tight shirt. I think the former, was why he was always so pissy...
"No, sir..." I sighed in response.
He looked me over with a disgusted look, his eyes narrowed so far, it looked like he was asleep in a nightmare. I shuddered--I hate those looks--he was one to talk for giving me that look... I bet he would have loved to spit on me if he had the chance--but sadly (for him)--I was the best in the whole auto department--he'd never risk loosing me...
"Good! You two get back to work!" we turned and headed straight for the auto dep.
"Glory I hate that guy..."
"Dang Soda--then why do you suck up to him?"
He let out a laugh--I don't think he had heard me, "He should try smoking..."
"I think he already does..."
Soda coughed, "Man--I wonder what Dally's gonna do to Two-Bit..."
"I dunno--but whatever it is--you better thank god Dally let you go..."
"Did he--I thought he was just giving up for the time..."
I shrugged--like I knew what went on in that guys head...
The day lagged on--full of old and prissy ladies, old and pissy guys... the usual... great.
There were always snobby girls hanging around Sodapop, so I was the one who had to do the work. I didn't really mind--I liked working on the cars, and I was the best in the shop. But I swear--he should just wear a mask for the rest of his life! Kinda like that one book I heard of... there's some dude who's brother to the new prince o' some place. The price guys hates his brother 'cause their twins, so the price makes his brother wear a iron mask for the rest of his life... man--that's just vicious...
It was finally one o'clock. Lunch break.
"Man, am I beat!" he laughed as he plopped himself on the bench beside me.
"With all those girls swarmin around you while I work--who wouldn't be?"
He laughed again and punched me playfully in the arm.
"But Steve, man--you never told me..." his expression became serious, "What'd you need to spend the night for...?"
I stopped sipping my Pepsi--I didn't want to think about this...
"Was is..." Soda continued, looking down at his shoes, his eyes now dark, "Was it your parents...?"
"Ya." I said simply. I was trying to look interested in watching our manager yell at three other employees so he would let the conversation drop.
Soda didn't buy it.
"So..." he asked, "You gonna go back there?"
Man, I really didn't want to talk about this, but I considered it for the first time.
Was I goin back there?
No!
I was done with that place! That--hell hole! I hated that house with all the passion my heart would allow.
"I... I don't know..." I finished finally. I felt myself hang my head slightly.
"Hey!" Soda exclaimed, slightly jumping. I snapped my head up to look at him. There was a gleam in his eyes that I don't think I had ever seen before...
He gave me a light punch in the shoulder.
"Steve--my man--you're gonna live with us!"
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Well--there's the end of that chapter! I want you guys to tell me where you think this will go! What will Steve say? What will Steve's father do? What will Dally do to get payback with Bit? Please review!