Mmkaii, the last
chapter may have confused people.
Pony asked Johnny to go to the
movies and said he was gonna
get Rory to come too, Two-Bit said
she was there because he
was drunk. Good cover, right?
Chapter Four
"TWO-BIT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
It was now two days after the 'Two-bit is a drunk idiot' incident, Rory had thought that he'd forgotten all about it. Apparently, she was wrong. He wasn't a forgetful drunk like she'd hoped. How... terrible. For her, I mean. It was actually heaps of fun for him, because he got to tease her to the point where she'd get a headache, and that's pretty hard to do.
She was currently pinned to the ground on the sidewalk in front of the Curtis' front door. If you think about it, that wouldn't really look... appropriate, with him on top of her and all. (A/N: Excuse my dirty mind). If one of the gang were to come out of the house, specifically Johnny, they might get the wrong impression.
"So do ya believe me yet?"
Damnit.
"Just get off me."
"Not until you answer me."
Truthfully, I didn't know what to say. If I said no, he'd never get off me. But if I said yes, he'd probally come up with some plan to get us together that'd end up making us both look like idiots. Yeah, he's capable of messing pretty much anything up. I know that's not very nice of me to say, but it's true.
"Um... Can you seriously just get off me?"
"No."
"Come on."
Was he going to keep me pinned here forever? Sit on me until I died of suffication? He couldn't possibly keep me here forever. We'd both die! He doesn't want to die! He doesn't want me to die! ...Or does he? HMM. Now there's something to think about.
I didn't have to wait long for someone to come and find us, because after I was done thinking all my paranoid thoughts, we both heard the door to the Curtis' swing open and slam shut. Can you guess who it was? It's obvious, isn't it? Obviously god hates me. Of course it had to be Johnny. He looked pissed, sad, hurt and suprised all at the same time. Talk about alot of emotions.
"..."
We all kind of stood there for a few minutes, staring. I was looking guilty, which didn't help the situation much. If I look guilty that means we'd have had to have done something wrong... Nice Rory. Really smooth. You deserve a right good pat on the back for that one. You're the queen of great... LA CREME DE LA CREME. Pretty much awesome. I hope you know that's sarcasm.
"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" Two-Bit yelled, like I knew he would.
I hate him. I hate him so much right now that there's not even words to describe how deep my hate goes. Stupid Two-Bit, always fucking everything up.
As soon as Johnny disappeared inside his house, I rounded on him.
"YOU SHOULD'VE JUST GOT OFF ME WHEN I TOLD YOU TOO!"
He merely grinned, unaffected by my screaming.
"I've got a plan. Don't worry about nothin'."
Yay, a cliffy and now it's time for
me to get
some sleep. After this show. Dance tomorrow.
During
school. Uh, yay?
