My sister almost blew up the microwave once.
As you can see, I wrote a slashy poem and it
sucks. GASP. SONG-FIC IDEA. But I've gotta
update this first. OMG THIS IS A REALLY GOOD
IDEA. But you'll have to wait and see...

Chapter Nine

I groaned as I fought to push the object of death into the cold, death-defying snow. Wow. Over-dramatic much? Uh, yeah. What I was really doing was digging, or trying to anyway, the shovel into the snow. It's pretty hard when the snow's practically ice. (A/N: It is). Not to mention the fact that I think my fingers are frostbitten already. If they fall off, how can me and Johnny ever hold hands? Hey, it could happen someday.

"I think I'm going to die," I said matter-of-factly, collapsing into the snow beside him.

"Ugh, me too. But this is the last one and then we can get the stove fixed and-"

"And most importantly, we won't have to go through this hell anymore."

It'd been a week since the incident, and we'd been out here all day everday to get money to fix the stove, since Darry refused to pay for it with his own money. Pssh, cheapskate. They were probally living on cake and things you could cook in an oven, since the stove was... er... un-useable? Yeah, that's the word. I did feel kind of bad on their fault, although I'd told them it was all Johnnys fault. He was the one who threw the water on the stove, after all. But he argued with the fact that I'd told him too. So he decided it was both our faults, and we'd slave together. Oh well, I'd do anything if it involved Johnny. (A/N: Ahem, mind out of the gutter please). Maybe a naked Johnny. (A/N: So your dirty minds were right. Haha). WAIT- WHAT AM I THINKING? GROSS. JUST, EWW. Moving on...

I shrieked suddenly when I saw a blue mustang park in the er... parking lot, and two socs got out.

"What the fuck is greaser trash doing on my front lawn?" Snarled the one with the rings.

I blinked.

"Errr... this is a soc house."

"Damn straight."

"Well, your mom's paying us to uh... shovel?"

The boy, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, shook his head and muttered;; "Damn mother didn't even think of paying me to do it." But just loud enough for us to hear. I glanced at Johnny, who was wide-eyed and pale. His breathing was heavy. I stared some more, to the point where the socs went inside, and his eyes met mine. The fearful expression immediently left his face.

"...What?"

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

He gave me a confused look, and I was pretty sure he actually didn't know what I was talking about.

"Who was that? Anyone you know?"

He blinked and shrugged.

"No..."

"You looked a little pale there for a minute."

"Uh... it's cold."

"Your face gets rosy when you're cold," I said, to sound smart, and I guess I did because he just shrugged and shutup after that. I decided not to push it any further. Just finish this driveway and go home.

So we did.

... But I couldn't help but notice that long, ugly, scar on his beautiful face.

Ooh, what a line. Now to do that songfic. Maybe make some alterations to the song
to make it suit them more. It might suck. I dunno.