Like woah. So I'm gonna
ry and get this doen before I have
to go. We need more Rory/Johnny
action, I swear it. Ugh
my orange po pjust tasted like acid. Cat
tried to climb down
off me. Scratched my face. Should've seen
that coming T.T
Chapter Ten
I'm really, really glad that we can finally stay inside. All day. Just... relax. What were we doing, you ask? Watching TV. Of course no one else was there, or we wouldn't be able to have 'a moment', and I wouldn't have an oppourtunity to ask about his scar. Right. Too bad Two-Bit was practically glued between us on the couch, since Mickey Mouse was on. So I bit my tounge and tried not to scream at him to leave the fucking room. But biting your tounge doesn't really help. I learned that the hard way.
"TWO-BIT LEAVE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW OR... I'LL CALL THE TV STATION AND MAKE THEM CANCEL MICKEY MOUSE."
As if one cue, Two-Bit left straight away, a horrified look on his face. That left me to advance on Johnny.
"Now you're going to tell me who the hell that was."
He opened his mouth to speak, but I growled, silencing him completely. Hey, I can be scary when I want to. RAWRR. See? Cower in fear. Hide while you can. Uh... yeah.
"And you're going to tell me how you got that scar."
Identifying that he had no other choice, he launched into a story about a harsh beating by socs, and a soc with rings. I remembered those huge rocks on his fingers, and shruddered. How could he even forget someone he almost killed? He hadn't seemed to remember Johnny at all. Maybe he was stoned. Or drunk? It seemed oddly possible.
I just thoguht socs were stuck-up rich kids who thought they were better than greasers. But I didn't think thye wanted to kill anyone. Boy, was I wrong. Socs were evil, murderer machines who wanted to kill people just because they wore gallons of grease in there hair, grew up on the outside of the town and were... greasers. They'd get theirs some day. Sooner than they think.
Johnny stared, ublinking, at the TV screen, apparently having finsished his story. Unblinking as well, I stared at him. Until he turned around and met my eyes. There was shock in his, and he blinked about five times before asking me what I was looking at.
I turned my head to hide my grin, and replied.
"I think it makes you look cute."
She truned her face back towards his, biting her lip to keep from grinning. He looked confused, but touched his scar, obviously realizing what I was talking about, blushed, and thanked me. I laughed at his uncomfortableness. If that's a word. But then, maybe it was just something I had to do, something I wanted to do, maybe I was crazy at the time, but I leaned over and kissed him. On the cheek, ok?
"Errrrrrrrr..." I said, lost for words and dumbfounded at my own stupidity. "That was... out of friendship. I mean... I'm glad you shared that with me." I gave him a warm smile to encourage the whole 'friendly kiss' thing. I guess it worked. Ha. I'm a better actor than I thought. We aren't speaking of this though. Ever.
He returned my smile with one of his own. "Yeah... I know."
'No, you don't', I thought bitterly, but forced a smile to my lips.
"What do you plan on doing today?"
"Ah... nothing. Wanna go hang out in the lot?"
WHAT WAS THIS? A DATE, PERHAPS? Wait. Of course not, I shouldn't be so SILLY. Why would he ask me out when he clearly doesn't have those feelings for me? Ohmygod. ...Could he? NO. NO. NO. It was then that I realized he'd been waiting for me to answer for about thirty seconds now.
"Oh... uhhh... sure."
And so, we did.
The lot was empty, like it always is at night. So that just left me and him. Me and Johnny Cade. Johnny Cade and I. Mr and Mrs Cade. Rory Cade. Woah, I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?
We sat in awkward silenece until that blue mustang pulled into the park. I glared as it, as If i could set it on fire with my eyes. Five socs got out, including the onee with the rings. Before I knew it I'd stormed across the field and got right up in his face.
"If you ever fucking touch anyone of my kind again I swear to god I'll fucking kill you," I snapped, althoguh I couldn't, since I didn't have a blade. Oh well, amybe I'd borrow Dallys heater.
The soc raised an eyebrow, before shoving me to the ground. I could hear laughter. Drunken laughter. That just made me angrier, and you don't want to get me angry.
"SHUTUP! SHUT. UP!" I shrieked, standing up again and kicking the first knee I could find. The soc doubled up in pain, and the one with the rings grabbed me and slapped me across the face. There I sat, curled up on the ground, waiting for another blow, like I had in the theatre that night. But, like then, another blow didn't come, and instead I felt a foot nudge me in the side.
I looked up to see the whole gang staring down at me, their expressions freightful. Except Dally, because you know, he never shows emotion.
I was pretty sure the side of my face was red where he'd hit me.
"You okay kid?" Soda asked, helping me to my feet. Apparently they'd chased away the socs.
I nodded. I'd failed. I was supposed to give them a taste of their own medicine, do what they did to Johnny to them. Show them what karma feels like.
"She just... got up in his face..." Johnny said so quietly I had to strain to hear him. "I knew I should'nt have told her about the socs."
My eyes widened. "This isn't your fault Johnny! It's theirs! It's not your fault they're evil, okay?"
Silence. Then Dally broke it.
"Well, she does seem to be fine."
Darry however, touched my cheek, asking it if hurt. I nodded. It hurt like hell, but it wasn't like I was dieing.
Soon the commotion died down and we all started to walk home. Excluding me and Johnny. He held me back saying he wanted to talk to me. And here's what he said;
"Thanks for defending me."
I smiled and hugged him. Too bad we'd never be anything mroe than friends. So I thought.
Ohmygod. YAY! That's
probally the most action this
story's had in ages. Haha, it's
obvious that he likes her.
But love's blind, and this story would
be too short if she
realised that now.
