When Darry came to, he had no idea where he was; he certainly wasn't in his house, that's for sure. As his vision un-blurred, he saw someone standing over him, and they were talking. It was a girl, and she was frowning. She wasn't the most attractive thing ever, but who was he to judge? Straight, layered brown hair, thick black glasses, an acne problem, and overweight, but she just had something to her that made him feel okay. That is, until she kicked him in the side.
"Dick! Why did you steal my iPod?" she exclaimed, snatching the small, rectangular thing from him. She looked at the small screen, glaring at him once more. "Look! You wasted half my battery!" With that, she shoved it in his face, the little screen glowing. He could see the words "Hey Juliet" on one line, "LMNT" on the line under it.
Shaking his head at her, he sat up. "Who the heck are you and why are you yellin' in my face?" he asked her, rubbing his head. She stared at him suspisciously.
"I'm Erica." She said. "Do I know you from somewhere? You seem vaguely familiar… Wait, what's your name?" she asked, seeming a little disturbed now.
"Darry… Uh, Darrel." He said, and she made an unattractive sputtering noise.
"You're shitting me, right?" she asked, walking in a circle around him. "Darry Curtis, right?" she asked, receiving a nod from the older man. She sat down on the ground next to him loudly.
"How? You're.. You're not real!" she cried, poking him in the chest.
"Well of course I'm real!" he exclaimed. "Where am I?" he asked, glaring at her.
"Cleveland, Ohio." She answered. He furrowed his eyebrows to speak, when she started talking again. "No, it's not Tulsa, Oklahoma. No, I don't know where Sodapop, Dallas, Two-bit, Johnny, or Steve are, and no. It's not 1966." She said, chewing her lip. "It's 2006"
At that, he passed out.
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Chapter two. I think I like ending with someone passing out oO