Kiss Me Too Fiercely
The gang and I were walking home from the movies the only one that was not with us was Dally and lord knows where he was and what he was doing. The air was thick and icy cold, I could see my own breath as I exhaled. The stars were shining brightly though and I had hoped that that could be an omen. We were in a bunched up group, I was a little further behind. I had been thinking about certain things. You see, that night at the movies I had been sitting there, minding my own business when I heard a voice. It was as soft as mink coat but yet, in some awkward way, sounded as strong as a mustang. I peered up, only moving my eyes, not my head, and there she was, a wonderfully beautiful, slender, ashen red-head. I did not get a very good look at her but I saw enough of her to know that I liked her right off of the bat. I had a profile view of her because she standing rather awkwardly while talking to three other girls. They were all laughing and smiling but the red-heads smile seemed to enchanting to me. Ponyboy had said something to me so I turned and began to talk to him, he then grew quiet once more and I turned back in hopes of seeing her once more, but she and the other girls were gone. My heart sank but I kept telling myself that it was alright because I did not even know her, but still there was a feeling inside of me that almost made me get up look for her but I controlled it.
As we walked home I just trailed behind and stared at the ground thinking about the girl. Everybody else, even Ponyboy who was usually almost as quiet as me, were yelling and laughing, I just could not get her off of my mind. I was in the midst of giving up hope on trying to find ways to maybe find her again when I saw Soda go running off and soon after the rest of the gang followed. I stood there for a minute in confusion then I ran over to the spot where the gang was huddled. I pushed my way in and looked at what everyone else was looking at and at what Soda was holding in his arms. It was a girl. Not the red-head though. It was some other girl. It was too dark outside to be able to see her clearly.
"Hey," Soda said in a quiet voice. "Are you okay?"
The girl moaned softly.
"There's a little blood on her head and her face and-," Soda looked at the rest of her body and shook his head.
"Why don't we take back to the house?" Steve offered.
"That's probably the best thing to do." Soda replied and scooped the mysterious girl up in his arms. Her hair hung limply and it was only because of this that I could see her extremely long ebony hair. Her legs hung limply as well, yet she seemed to be holding onto soda even though she was passed out. We all began to walk once again, in complete silence. We made our way home and Soda was first through the door. Darry was home so the door was unlocked and all of the lights were on. Soda walked over to the couch and carefully placed the now visibly pale girl down on the couch. Her arm hung loosely off of the couch and some of her thick black hair lay underneath her head and the rest hung off of the couch and touched the floor something her hand did not even do.
We all sat down and became comfortable while Soda walked into the bathroom where Darry was taking a shower. He soon came out with a towel and a bottle of Alcohol and Peroxide to clean out the girl's wounds.
"Where did she even come from?" Ponyboy questioned.
"I don't know," Soda said as he opened the bottle of alcohol. "All I heard was her moaning and I didn't see anything else."
"She sure is pretty." Ponyboy was right. The girl had very pale skin but it looked good against her long raven hair. I did not know what color her eyes were because she had been passed out, but her cheeks were a rosy red and her lips were plump and smooth. She was thin and had pretty hands with slender fingers and on the tips of those slender fingers were long pink nails.
"Yeah she I," Steve agreed. "She doesn't even look real." She didn't. She looked like a porcelain china doll even though I could tell that her eyes were not that of an Asian even if they were closed.
"Do you think she's okay?" Two-Bit chimed in with a gloomy voice which was not used very often. Soda touched the alcohol dampened towel to the gash on her forehead.
"Ow!" The girl instantly flew up with her hand to her head. She looked around with a very confused expression on her slender face. Her eyes were a dark blue, like how the part of the sky that brushes up against the brim of the moon looks as its being lit up by the light, but even thought it is bright it is still dark. "W-w-where am I?" She was visibly shaking and Soda sat down on the couch beside her.
"We found you on the curb of the road and so we took you back here to help you." Soda explained. The girl, with her hand still placed on her head, looked around with wide eyes.
"Yes," She finally spoke in that same kind of soft yet strong voice that the red-head had spoken in. "I remember now. My friends and I were walking home and my friends told me to stay behind while they go get the car and there was this girl that came out of no where and started to hit me and I was caught off guard. Oh! I bet the girls are really worried about me I should call Amber on her cell phone." She began to get up but Soda grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.
"Hold on, hold on," He said gently and suddenly the fear in her eyes turned into a look of comfort. I don't know why but Soda has that effect on people. "Are you okay? Do you feel weird or anything."
"No, I don't," She replied looking him in the eyes. "can I please go and call my friend to come and pick me up."
"Sure, the phone is in the kitchen."
"Thank you so much." She said and got up and walked away. When she picked up the phone and dialed is when Darry came out of the shower. He looked at all of us and then her the soft voice of the girl.
"Who is that?" He asked calmly.
"We don't know her name but she was jumped while her friends were getting their car and we brought her back to help her," Soda explained. "She's calling her friend to come and pick her up."
She hung up the phone and came striding in with stick like legs.
"I'm sorry," She started. "I was rude. I am Julie Anne Preakness. Thank you for being so kind to me."
"No problem," Soda replied and then proceeded to introduce her to the gang. "I am Sodapop Curtis and that there is my older brother Darry and my younger brother Ponyboy."
"What original names, I like them a lot." She smiled softly.
"That is Two-bit Mathews and Steve Randle, and that little guy over there is Johnny Cade." He pointed to me.
"It's very nice to meet you all," She walked over and sat down beside Soda and Two-Bit on the couch and crossed her legs, she seemed to be very pristine and for a very pretty and attractive girl she did not seem at all uncomfortable being in a house with nothing but boys. "My friends should be here any minute."
"So tell me Julie," Steve said. "Where are you from?"
"Yeah, what's a pretty thing like you doing in Tulsa?" Two-Bit asked.
"Well me and my friends live in a big house together here," She began. "You see my cousin and I moved out of the house to come and live here because this is where her manager decided to take her."
"Manager?" Ponyboy asked.
"Yes," She sighed. "My cousin has an amazing voice but the people that she is with aren't taking her nay where so we are trying to get out of the contract somehow. So anyway, once we moved here we moved in with our friends who already live here and some of our good friends followed us from California."
"How old are you?" Darry asked, standing by the arm of the couch and looking down at her.
"I'm nineteen and my cousin is sixteen and most of my friends are seventeen or eighteen or my age." Darry nodded. Suddenly, there came a soft knocking sound at the door and Steve, who was closest to the door, opened it.
"Uhmm, is Julie Preakness here?" My eyes grew wide and I slowly lifted my head up to look at who had just spoken so softly yet so strongly. I took a deep breath as I peered at the slender, ashen red-head at the door.