Okay so. This is the second chapter? John's in flordia for a fucking week.
Grr. If you don't know who John is, go read my profile. If you care. He's
my lover 3. Only, he doesn't know he is.

Chapter Two

"You light up another one of those smokes and I'll just crush it again," I warned, watching as Dallas took out his lighter to light about his fourth smoke. I'd crushed the other three. I'd told him about keeping my lungs smoke free, and the rules he had to go by. But that was just Dally. If you told him not to do it, he'd do it.

"You fuckin' waste another one of my smokes and I'll kill ya," he threatened, lighting up the smoke and getting ready to take another drag.

That was it. I plucked the cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the ground, crushing it with my foot. I could be as outgoing as Rory was sometimes. When I needed to be.

"I'm drawing the line there," I said. "No more cigarettes. You need to listen, and I suggest you learn how. You don't seem to have a clue."

He glared at me, quite like he did yesterday.

"I can smoke if I want to, and no fuckin broad is gonna tell me what to do."

I raised an eyebrow at him, and then picked the cigarette up of the ground.

"If you want that stuff in your lungs, then just eat the thing. It can be in your stomach too."

He was about the respond, but Two-Bit broke in. I was actually quite glad for the interruption. I didn't want to spend my whole day arguing with him, and he seemed stubborn. His stubborness and rude comments actually reminded me quite a bit of Rory. She'd always been quite the unspoken one.

Anyway, Two-Bit turned to me, obviously having another... er... intelligent question to ask.

"Do you even know any swear words? Most girls around here swear alot. Your step-sister did."

So that was it. They were hoping I was more like Rory when really, we were like, polar opposites. The only thing that was similar was that we talked back when we needed to, and could defend ourselves if needed. Also, we were both loud and actually quite fun to be around... I guess.

"I've never uttered such vile words in my life," I said indignantly.

Two-Bit's grin widened as he said;;

"Man, you're starting to sound like Pony usin' big words like 'uttered' and 'vile'."

I shook my head, but grinned too.

"Vile's actually a short word. It's not long."

Then, he enlightened us with a little bit of his 'intelligence'.

"Hey! Vile and Crocidile rhyme!"

But then, Steve turned to me, a sly grin on his face.

"Just swear. There aint nothin' that bad about it. They're just words."

"But they mean rude things. And they're rude words to call someone."

"Ah well, just call Dal an asshole. You know you want to."

I considered this. At least the title would be true, but it was still rude and I knew I shouldn't do it. Besides, he'd probably slap me or something and that wasn't something I wanted to experience.

"No."

Ponyboy nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, we won't say nothin'. Just say it once."

They might have been persistent, but I didn't give in that easily.

"No. I refuse to let even the slightest trace of a swear word slip out of my mouth. I made a vow to never speak any of those words, and I'm not breaking that vow."

And that was that. They stopped pushing me and finally realized I wasn't going to give in. And someone had to sometime, so they ended it then. But then, a thought struck me, and I turned to Ponyboy, changing the subject.

"Any place in particular you'd like to show me?"

Two-Bit however, interrupted like usual.

"Yeah, my bedroom."

I didn't intend on going anywhere near his bedroom, especially not with him in it. No doubt he'd try to rape me or something. So I'd pass on that one.

"No thanks."

I learned that the main hangouts for them were the lot, the Dingo, the Movie House and the Curtis'. And another one for Dally and Two-Bit was Bucks. Apparently he was always having great parties. With alcohol, which meant alot of people just crashed there for the night.

"I'll take you there sometime," Two-Bit said, grinning.

"I can't. I have Agoraphobia. Fear of being in crowded places. I also have Felinophobia, fear of cats."

They all exchanged glances and shrugged, but looked kinda uneasy. Dally just rolled his eyes, because he doesn't care about anything, right? (A/N: Yeah, right. ...That was sarcasm. xD)

"You're a fucking weirdo," he said simply.

It was my turn to shrug. He could think that if he wanted, I didn't care.

"Weird people make you think. They're different, really, not weird. People are afraid to be different. Maybe that's why people are afraid of me? Well... I really don't know why..."

Two-Bit put his arm around my shoulders again and grinned.

"I don't think you're weird."

It was then that Dally pulled out another smoke. I was about to tell him not to light it, but instead he held it out... to me. I'd been offered smokes before, but I always rejected. It was the whole 'smoke free lunsg' thing... Besides, who wants cancer, and to possible die at like, thirty?

"Smoking kills," I said.

"Just fucking do it so we won't have to hear your smoke-free lungs crap."

"No. Do you even know what's in those? Tar, nicotine, rat poision... and lots more. That can't be healthy, can it? Do you really want yellow teeth and black lungs?"

"I don't care."

Then, he turned to Johnny, offering him the cigarette, knowing he'd want it. Apparently they all smoked alot, so I didn't really know what to think.

With a nervous glance at me, he shook his head. I smiled.

I grinned even wider when Ponyboy declined as well, and Dally shrugged and put the cigarette away, with one last glare in my direction.

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notaromance. notaromance. Just a kinda friendship thing
I guess. Because it'd be retarded if he was over Rory like the day
after she died. That's gay. Like my sisters ex. She needs to
read the part about the smokinggg. Aha.