"Hey Dal," Soda began as he came into the living room. He was wearing his work clothes, which were covered in grease, and he still managed to be the most handsome Curtis. Jabbing a thumb behind him, he asked, "Why did some girl come running out of my house?"
Steve followed Soda's footsteps and gave Dally a joking look. "Aw, Dally, you didn't do that thing with your tongue again, did you?" He laughed hysterically, leaving Soda and Dally to roll their eyes. Sometimes Steve's humor was downright...well, not humorous.
"She's just some chick. I got her out of a tight squeeze with Chris Anderson is all." Dally replied dully, messing around with his lighter.
Soda took a seat next to Dally and said, "Anderson you said? No kiddin'. That guy's no good at all, and you can quote me on that." Right as Steve was about to sit down on the chair, Soda threw his hat at him and ended up hitting Steve in the face. "Don't you sit your greasy butt on that chair, Steve! Darry will kill me if there's anything on the furniture!"
"Fine, Mom." Steve replied teasingly, sitting down on the floor. Soda handed him his red handkerchief, to which he began to wipe off his arms and face with.
Dally flickered the flame of his lighter on and off. He couldn't get the image of Farrah's face out of his head. Or her body, for that matter. He hadn't really noticed it before today, and now he couldn't help but think of her. He liked her attitude, her spunk, and her body. Did he mention her body?
He had really shook her up when he kissed her. She seemed to have enjoyed it though. Maybe it was worth the slap across the face. If she wasn't a Soc, maybe he would consider dating her. Then again, maybe what had made her so appealing was the fact that she was a Soc. And her body. Yes, her body definitely made her appealing.
"You there, man?" Soda asked, shaking Dally's shoulder. Dally blinked and stood up, making his way towards the door.
"I'm gonna be at the Dingo. I'll catch you guys later." He said halfway out the door. Steve and Soda said their goodbyes. Dally could hear them talking about him as he left, but he just let them go. Soda said something about him being somewhere else today, which was true. He was still thinking of that...girl. Wow, he didn't even know her name.
What did he care anyhow? He wasn't going to attach himself to her. He wasn't going to be like all those other morons who went crazy over some girl they would never end up with. He was Dallas Fucking Winston. He could have any girl he wanted at any time, any place, and however many girls he wanted.
"I'm gonna find some super tuff chicks, and I'm gonna buy some beer, and we're gonna be having the greatest fucking time ever." He told himself as he walked down the road. "And now, I'm gonna smoke the most cancer sticks I've ever smoked in my life." And with that, he pulled out two cigarettes, stuck them in his mouth, and lit them up.
3
The next morning, Farrah woke up feeling invincible. She had dreamed about Dally all night and woke up thinking about him as well. It wasn't like her to feel like this. It was all over a dumb kiss! A kiss that probably didn't mean anything. And yet, she felt like she was sailing on the stars. She hopped out of her bed, walked over to the mirror on the mall, and grinned. Even her tousled locks and unmade-up face couldn't break her stride.
She came out of her room and walked into the kitchen. When she saw Everett standing at the oven wearing oven mitts and an apron, she put a hand to her chest and gasped.
"This can't be for real...," She murmured as Everett turned to look at her in an annoyed fashion. She shook her head in amazement. "You...you can't be cooking! It's not possible!"
"Shut up, Fare. I can cook." Everett replied as he went back to stirring the oatmeal on the stove top.
Farrah raised an eyebrow. "Ev, you have trouble making toast. How can this be possible that you're making oatmeal?" She eyed the pot of goop cautiously and wondered if it was edible. Everett's attempts with cooking in the past either caused mass food poisonings, destroyed dinnerware, and a restraint for him to stay out of the kitchen.
Everett frowned and took a spoonful of his oatmeal. "I think it tastes great. And you won't get to find out because its for Grandma's breakfast. I'm honoring you with the task of dinner tonight. Don't worry about lunch; Grandma doesn't eat much."
Farrah leaned against the doorframe. "Who was your first kiss?" She asked without much thought. Everett looked at her funny.
"What?"
"I mean, not like your first ever kiss. I mean...like the first kiss that really made an impact on you. The one that meant something."
At this question, Everett thought for a moment, then replied, "I'm ashamed to say that I haven't experienced that kiss yet, kiddo." Quickly, he turned around and said, "Oh shit, you better not be fucking around with some kid."
Farrah rolled her eyes and walked out of the room saying, "God, Everett! Each time I try to have a mature, serious conversation with you, you always end up thinking I screwed up on something!" She went back into her room and slammed the door. Her grandma's scoldings could be heard faintly, but all Farrah could think about is Dally.
3
"Fare! You are not going to believe what happened to me last night at the movies!" Cherry said excitedly into the phone. Farrah flopped down on the living room couch with the phone in her hand.
"What, did Bob propose?" She asked sarcastically.
Cherry laughed mockingly, then replied, "No, silly. Guess who I saw sitting behind me?"
"I dunno, Elvis Presley?"
"Really, Fare. You're too much. No, it was Dallas Winston."
Farrah's eyes widened, and she became much more attentive at the sound of his name. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. She doubted it with all her soul, but there was a slim chance he had brought up the kiss! Oh, how jealous Cherry would be! Farrah knew it was wrong to feel this way towards her best friend, but she had always been second best compared to Cherry. She had countless boyfriends and admirers. Farrah only had about three boyfriends in her entire life.
"Really? Let me guess, he was all over you. A huge cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and a beer can in one hand?" She asked with a smile.
Cherry shook her head. "No, but he was all over me. He was being his arrogant, cocky self. He kept playing around with my hair, and he even offered to buy me a Coke." She giggled in spite of the situation, and Farrah joined in.
"Did he tell you anything else?" She asked in a prodding manner.
"Um...no. Why?"
Farrah frowned. It was obvious. Like Dally would tell anyone about the kiss. And to Cherry of all people. He probably would've kissed her too if he had the chance. Her heart sunk into her stomach like an anchor at the bottom of the ocean. There was no chance of her and Dally ever being together.
"Hello? Farrah?" Cherry asked, knocking Farrah out of her thoughts. "You still there?"
Farrah swallowed and choked out, "Y-yeah...still here. I don't know what you see in Dallas, Cherry. He's just a no-good, lousy Greaser with nothing but his good looks."
"Yeah, he probably is." Cherry said sullenly. "Besides, I've got Bob. He's all the trouble I'll ever need. Well, I'll talk to you later. I'm going out with Bob tonight so I'd better get ready. Bye."
"Bye." came Farrah's heartbroken response. She hung up the phone and sighed. How could she have been so stupid? It was dumb of her to want so much of someone so...different. So dangerous and fast. There was no point in even dreaming about him.
3
Johnny stood in front of Farrah's house with his hands in his pockets, contemplating whether or not to ask her to come with him to the movies. He decided that she was just a girl, nothing to be afraid of, and took a step towards the porch. But then he remembered how angry she got when Dally talked to her. He couldn't risk that much. He recoiled back.
Through the screen door, he could see her lying on her sofa. She looked so peaceful and pretty, her dark hair spread out on the cushion in soft waves around her head like a halo. She was wearing a navy blue sweater with a matching plaid skirt. Johnny couldn't help but notice how her chest rose when she inhaled. He was absolutely taken with her.
Before he knew it, he was knocking on her door with no hesitation. He watched as Farrah looked over at him, smiled, and got off the couch. She walked over to the door and opened it.
"Hi Johnny," She greeted kindly, her smile seemingly forced on her face.
Johnny tried to smile, but only managed a weak grin as he said, "Hey, you look...," He stopped himself from saying what he was thinking. He would've told her how pretty she looked, but instead, he opted for something more polite. "You looked like you were resting. I hope I didn't disturb you or anythin'."
"Oh no, it's fine. I was just thinking. Is there something I can help you with?" Farrah replied, folding her arms across her chest.
Taking a deep breath and hoping for the best, Johnny asked, "Would you like to go to the movies or the diner or somethin'? With me?"
Farrah bit her lip, making Johnny nervous. He wondered if that was a good thing, when a girl bit her lip. If it was a bad thing, it sure made him pay attention. She looked so cute when she did that. After a second, Farrah nodded.
"Sure, I'd love to."
Johnny's eyes became round in disbelief. "Really? You do?" He asked, shocked by her response. Farrah looked at him funny and nodded again.
"Yeah, I do. Just give me a minute to tell my brother, okay?" She said, closing the door and running back inside to find Everett. Johnny waited till she was gone to punch his fist in the air in pride. He had never asked a girl out before, so this was a huge stepping stone for him. Boy oh boy, would Dally be proud of him!
Farrah returned a little while later with a smile on her face. She took a very shocked Johnny's arm and began to walk down the sidewalk. Whatever the reason she had decided to go with him, Johnny took it as a compliment and a victory.