~~~~~note~
This is just an experimental fanfic.Just wanted to see if any of you guys
would like it..There's some swearing in the beginning, watch out for bad
words!
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1.
"I * Hate * greasers!" I cried angrily as I turned the corner and half jogged by the DX station, "You hear me?! All greasers can go to hell!" Rage flashed in my eyes like lightening and I swung my blonde hair from my eyes like it was the plague. A girl about my age across the street stared at me like I'd just grown a third arm. She was probably trying to figure out if I was a girl or a guy. With all the heavy, baggy clothes I had to wear these days, it didn't surprise me.
I'd even stopped wearing makeup.
"What're you staring at?!" I barked at her. Bad was a severe understatement of my mood.
The chick flipped me off and I catcalled after her, "move along, bitch!"
Just to confuse the passerby I tucked my long strands of golden hair into a hat. No one would ever guess I wasn't a guy.
"What did you call my girlfriend, shrimp?" A tall lean figure came striding out of the DX station's garage.
My ice blue eyes clearly warned back off but I guess the guy wasn't to pro at reading looks, because he kept coming at me with a scowl on his face.
"What's it to ya?" I shot back, coolly.
"Are you askin' for it, man?" The unbridled anger in the man's face almost parralled my own. Almost.
"You want jazz? I'll give it to yah." I glared and challenged, stepping up so I could see his eyes.
"Empty Lot, 12 noon. And you remember, Steve Randall's got you tagged." The young man pointed at me with two fingers, backing away.
I silently wished he would trip over those long muscular legs of his.
"And you just remember, Sky Carson don't take shit from nobody. Especially not a greaser." I yelled back heatedly.
My legs shook and not just with anger as I walked away.
My big house came looming up at me; it was located soc side, but only just.
The borderline was right across the street.
Today I'd gone to the doctor. He'd told me just what I hadn't wanted to hear.but what I was expecting. But there wasn't time to sit and think about it.
The key to my house was under the mat but when I searched for it, it was missing.
My white washed house seemed massive.
What could have made my day worse? , I wondered with frustration.
I turned the brass knob of the door and burst into my house with a bang and a wild cry.
It was unlocked.
Dallas Winston and a girl I'd never seen were necking on the leather couch in front of me. He was handsomer than I'd like to admit, even with that slut draped over his chest like a hood ornament.
"Get out of my house!" I bellowed. Even though I'd only known Dallas because of his hoodlum rep, it was easy yelling at him. I was officially pissed off again.
The girl gave me a dirty look, then turned to Dally, "You didn't tell me you had a brother."
So he told her this was his house, did he? I trembled with rage.
Dallas was glaring at me, "You heard the chick, bro, split. Your house will be just fine when you get back."
"no." I planted my feet firmly even though I was shaking.
I'm no fool, I know danger when I see it.
"What?" Dallas was on his feet now, the girl trailing behind him.
"You heard me." I met his gaze fiercely, "I ain't foolin', greaser, leave."
There was anger sparking in Dally's eyes as he stood towering over me. He yanked me up by my collar, his breath warm on my cheek, "12:30, empty lot. You'll be hurtin' for screwin up my date, Carson."
I squirmed until he let me go and left with his chick.
Dammit. Couldn't I just keep my mouth shut for once?!
The house was so empty; I ate and left. My head was killing me.
It was 11:30 when I left the house, hiding my figure in a baggy sweatshirt.
I turned the corner into Greaser territory only to find a younger boy bleeding from a cut on his cheek.
"Here." I knelt beside him and pressed a handkerchief to his cut, "Who did this to you?"
The boy sent me a scornful look, "Who d'you think, man?"
It was then I noticed his greased reddish hair.
Now, I've always liked kids.always wanted a baby.someday, but really I was only trying to help.
"Who?" I pressed, still puzzled as to who would beat up a kid.
"Soc'z." His voice was filled with hatred and I shrunk back a little.
The kid was obviously shaken and I felt bad so I shipped out a couple bucks, "here."
The boy shook his head in disgust, "That won't make up for anything, man. I don't take charity."
He stood so I stood. Angry shadows crossed his gray green eyes. We stood facing each other and I knew he was mad enough to fight me. Even cut me up a little.
"Leave the kid alone!" Dallas Winston and Steve Randall called, running toward us.
What were they doing here, together no less. Out fight wasn't until later.
I backed up, missed a step and fell hard.
In my stomach there was a jolting pain that arched all the way up my back. It pierced me from the inside until I clenched my teeth against it.
"This is my fight," The kid growled.
"Ponyboy, just stay back. I fight here." Steve scowled.
"Not until 12 noon." I clenched my fists, and rose slowly to my feet.
"I met Carson first. I fight now." Dallas wasn't far behind.
"12:30." I gasped out, clutching my waist, and jamming my hat back over my long hair.
"Hey..You okay man?" A note of concern laced Ponyboy's burring face.
I managed to shake my head before the dizziness overcame me and the floor rushed up to meet me with alarming speed.
When I woke next only the sound of rushing cars reached my ears. The hospital room was white and smelled of rubbing alcohal.
And aching pain in my belly made me want to throw up. A doctor entered the room, Pony, Steve and Dallas at his heels.
I wore only a thin gown and I wrapped a sheet around myself to hide my breasts. I only felt numbed pain from my waist down.
"What's wrong with Carson?" Ponyboy looked guilty and tired.
"Skye will be fine." A hesitant drop in his voice made me watch the doctor closely.
Steve Randall and Dally were already half out the door when the doctor told them.and me, "But I'm sorry, Miss Carson. You've lost the child."
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1.
"I * Hate * greasers!" I cried angrily as I turned the corner and half jogged by the DX station, "You hear me?! All greasers can go to hell!" Rage flashed in my eyes like lightening and I swung my blonde hair from my eyes like it was the plague. A girl about my age across the street stared at me like I'd just grown a third arm. She was probably trying to figure out if I was a girl or a guy. With all the heavy, baggy clothes I had to wear these days, it didn't surprise me.
I'd even stopped wearing makeup.
"What're you staring at?!" I barked at her. Bad was a severe understatement of my mood.
The chick flipped me off and I catcalled after her, "move along, bitch!"
Just to confuse the passerby I tucked my long strands of golden hair into a hat. No one would ever guess I wasn't a guy.
"What did you call my girlfriend, shrimp?" A tall lean figure came striding out of the DX station's garage.
My ice blue eyes clearly warned back off but I guess the guy wasn't to pro at reading looks, because he kept coming at me with a scowl on his face.
"What's it to ya?" I shot back, coolly.
"Are you askin' for it, man?" The unbridled anger in the man's face almost parralled my own. Almost.
"You want jazz? I'll give it to yah." I glared and challenged, stepping up so I could see his eyes.
"Empty Lot, 12 noon. And you remember, Steve Randall's got you tagged." The young man pointed at me with two fingers, backing away.
I silently wished he would trip over those long muscular legs of his.
"And you just remember, Sky Carson don't take shit from nobody. Especially not a greaser." I yelled back heatedly.
My legs shook and not just with anger as I walked away.
My big house came looming up at me; it was located soc side, but only just.
The borderline was right across the street.
Today I'd gone to the doctor. He'd told me just what I hadn't wanted to hear.but what I was expecting. But there wasn't time to sit and think about it.
The key to my house was under the mat but when I searched for it, it was missing.
My white washed house seemed massive.
What could have made my day worse? , I wondered with frustration.
I turned the brass knob of the door and burst into my house with a bang and a wild cry.
It was unlocked.
Dallas Winston and a girl I'd never seen were necking on the leather couch in front of me. He was handsomer than I'd like to admit, even with that slut draped over his chest like a hood ornament.
"Get out of my house!" I bellowed. Even though I'd only known Dallas because of his hoodlum rep, it was easy yelling at him. I was officially pissed off again.
The girl gave me a dirty look, then turned to Dally, "You didn't tell me you had a brother."
So he told her this was his house, did he? I trembled with rage.
Dallas was glaring at me, "You heard the chick, bro, split. Your house will be just fine when you get back."
"no." I planted my feet firmly even though I was shaking.
I'm no fool, I know danger when I see it.
"What?" Dallas was on his feet now, the girl trailing behind him.
"You heard me." I met his gaze fiercely, "I ain't foolin', greaser, leave."
There was anger sparking in Dally's eyes as he stood towering over me. He yanked me up by my collar, his breath warm on my cheek, "12:30, empty lot. You'll be hurtin' for screwin up my date, Carson."
I squirmed until he let me go and left with his chick.
Dammit. Couldn't I just keep my mouth shut for once?!
The house was so empty; I ate and left. My head was killing me.
It was 11:30 when I left the house, hiding my figure in a baggy sweatshirt.
I turned the corner into Greaser territory only to find a younger boy bleeding from a cut on his cheek.
"Here." I knelt beside him and pressed a handkerchief to his cut, "Who did this to you?"
The boy sent me a scornful look, "Who d'you think, man?"
It was then I noticed his greased reddish hair.
Now, I've always liked kids.always wanted a baby.someday, but really I was only trying to help.
"Who?" I pressed, still puzzled as to who would beat up a kid.
"Soc'z." His voice was filled with hatred and I shrunk back a little.
The kid was obviously shaken and I felt bad so I shipped out a couple bucks, "here."
The boy shook his head in disgust, "That won't make up for anything, man. I don't take charity."
He stood so I stood. Angry shadows crossed his gray green eyes. We stood facing each other and I knew he was mad enough to fight me. Even cut me up a little.
"Leave the kid alone!" Dallas Winston and Steve Randall called, running toward us.
What were they doing here, together no less. Out fight wasn't until later.
I backed up, missed a step and fell hard.
In my stomach there was a jolting pain that arched all the way up my back. It pierced me from the inside until I clenched my teeth against it.
"This is my fight," The kid growled.
"Ponyboy, just stay back. I fight here." Steve scowled.
"Not until 12 noon." I clenched my fists, and rose slowly to my feet.
"I met Carson first. I fight now." Dallas wasn't far behind.
"12:30." I gasped out, clutching my waist, and jamming my hat back over my long hair.
"Hey..You okay man?" A note of concern laced Ponyboy's burring face.
I managed to shake my head before the dizziness overcame me and the floor rushed up to meet me with alarming speed.
When I woke next only the sound of rushing cars reached my ears. The hospital room was white and smelled of rubbing alcohal.
And aching pain in my belly made me want to throw up. A doctor entered the room, Pony, Steve and Dallas at his heels.
I wore only a thin gown and I wrapped a sheet around myself to hide my breasts. I only felt numbed pain from my waist down.
"What's wrong with Carson?" Ponyboy looked guilty and tired.
"Skye will be fine." A hesitant drop in his voice made me watch the doctor closely.
Steve Randall and Dally were already half out the door when the doctor told them.and me, "But I'm sorry, Miss Carson. You've lost the child."