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Chapter Two
After shoving whoever it was off me and screaming for a few minutes, I realised whoever it was was laughing at me. But it wasn't insane, evil laughter... more like... well, normal laughter. The laughter of Two-Bit Matthews. Figures.
"Two-Bit! You could've given me a heartattack!"
Maybe I was overreacting, but he didn't know how I acted when I was scared. Some people get so scared they shake alot and they can hardly breathe (a/n: I do. Because of my terrile stage freight). But he just laughed some more, and didn't take me seriously.
"Aw, come on."
"No, that was mean," I said, fake-pouting, even though he couldn't see me in the dark. Sometimes too bit was too much of a jokester for his own good. I'd figured that out even though I'd barely knew him for a couple minutes. I had a feeling he was always happy... I dunno why, it's just the way he acts I guess, but I'm sure even he has his bad days. You can also tell that he's a really outgoing person. It's just one of those things about him you notice instantly.
"I'm sorry Rory. How are we gonna be able to- hey, I rhymed!"
Talk about random, but I just grinned and pulled myself off the ground. How were we going to see? Sure, by now our eyes had adjusted to the darkeness, but we really needed some candles or something. Too bad we didn't have any, let alone a flashlight. Who doesn't have candles?
Luckily, the lights flickered back on a few minutes later. Yay for light... yay for electronics and electricity. It seemed like we'd been without light for ages ang ages! Am I exaggerating? Probally a little. It was only a few minutes, after all.
I observed the scene before me and couldn't help but laugh a little. Yes, laugh. I do not giggle. I find it stupid, and people only giggle when they're trying to act girly, and girly I am not. But lets leave it at that (A/N: Because there's more of the story). Steve had one hand on his head, which meant he'd obviously walked into something. A wall, perhaps? Dally just looked pissed off, but really, when doesn't he? Darry, Soda, Ponyboy and Johnny were on the couch that someone had apparently knocked over. Maybe it was Two-Bit, in his mad rush to find me and scare the living shit out of me. (A/N: Yes, all four of them, because I have no creativity and cant make up one for each of them so there.) The four on the couch looked extremely bewlidered.
Once the couch and everything else for that matter, had been restored to its normal state, Pony spoke up.
"Hey Rory, you wanna go see a movie with me and Johnny?"
I coinsidered this. Sure, I wasn't really in the mood for a movie, but what the heck? I had nothing better to do, and I didn't really think going to get drunk with Two-Bit was an option. Not that I would, even if I could. Maybe when I'm older.
"Sure. Anyone else wanna come?"
In response, I got a few grumbles, a few head shakes, and a shout of; "I'm watching Mickey Mouse then me and Dal are goin' to Bucks!"
I shrugged, grabbed my coat, and followed the two boys out the door.
(At The Movies)
"I hate to break it to y'all, but someone's gonna have to pay my way in," I said matter-of-factly. I wasn't expecting them to jump at a chance to pay for me, but I wasn't expecting them to laugh at me. What had I said that was funny?
"We always sneak in the back way," Pony explained, grinning. "Save our money, you know. If we had any."
I just shrugged, and we crawled underneath the fence. We sat in the back row, although there were still some seats left in the front. There were too many socs up there and socs equal trouble. From what I've been told, socs are always jumping greasers. The greasers really have nothing to do with it, they just fight back in self defence, which is understandable.
Not even seconds after we'd been seated, I felt a hand on my shoulder. WIth a sharp intake of breath I spun around to find that what I'd feared was correct. There was about four or five socs behind us, and they didn't look too... er... sober? Yeah, that's the word. And did I mention they looked pissed?
"Hey look, there's some trash sitting in our seats," slurred the one behind Pony. Yep, they were drunk, and we were going to die. Either that or greatly suffer.
"We're. Not. Trash." I said through gritted teeth. These guys honestly don't think they can push us around, do they? I was answered with a sharp pain as the one standing behind me pulled my head so face back I could see his chin.
"What'd you say, grease?"
There was a sharp pain as he hit me straight across my face and I sat, my eyes squeezed shut, waiting for another blow.
