Disclaimer: I don't own 'The Outsiders'
A/N: Here's the second part to this story! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 9:
"Here we go."
I laughed loudly, lurching to a stop at the stop sign and quickly running out of the car, letting the cars behind us honk.
It was night and there weren't many cars anyway.
Curly, Pony and I ran around the car twice before all of us got back in, each in a different spot. Chinese Fire drill. It never got old.
I pressed down on the gas, speeding off. I laughed along with them, holding out my hands. "You both owe me a shiny nickel."
"Like hell we do," Curly argued, big smile on his face.
"No, she's right, Curly," Pony said, slapping a nickel into my hand. "It took us more than five, less than ten."
Curly grumbled in the backseat, but gave me my nickel. "There you go, J. Happy?"
"Very." I smiled smugly.
"Pull over at the mart. I need a Coke."
I pulled into the parking lot, letting Curly hop out and watching him skip inside. I turned to Pony. "If this wasn't Curly's car, I'd peel off right now."
Pony chuckled, his arm finding the ratted seat. "This thing really is a piece of work."
"At least he's got one, hey?"
I didn't have a car and neither did Pony. Despite being almost graduated and both having stable jobs, two things Curly didn't have, we still didn't have cars.
"We still going out tomorrow?"
"Of course," I told him. "How could I not celebrate my birthday?"
I used the hate birthdays. I used to hate celebrations, but now I had Pony and Curly to celebrate them with. I just had to convince Tim to come along. The second I said 'dance', Tim said he wouldn't do it.
"We're getting pretty old, huh?"
I looked at how handsome Pony was. He had really shot up in height, leaving his long legs to be uncomfortably situated in the front seat he was in. And he had certainly filled out over the year or so that we knew each other. His hair got bigger and so did his smile. He was really starting to look like his fox of a brother and all the girls started noticing too.
"You decided on a college yet?"
Pony shrugged his shoulders, putting a long leg up on the dash. "Darry says I oughta get serious about it, but I don't know if I wanna go."
"You have to," I told him, just like I had been telling him for months. "Pony, you're too smart not to go."
"What about you?" he shot back.
"Hey, I'm applying," I defended.
"To places you don't even wanna go," Pony said, adding a laugh to this serious conversation. "I mean, come on, Janey, Tulsa Community College?"
"What?" I said innocently. "I'm applying to places I might actually get in."
"You don't wanna go to Tulsa Community College. You could turn out like - like -" Pony pointed to Curly stepping out of the convenient store and struggling with just three Cola's. "Like Curly."
I laughed, letting Curly in the car. "You got us Coke's, Curly?"
"Of course I did," Curly said, like he was the nicest person in the world - which he was not. "You guys are my best friends."
"Thanks." I took the drink. "But you're still not allowed to bring any girls tomorrow."
"Well, shit, Jane!" Curly groaned, furrowing his brows at me. "What good is a party if I don't get laid?"
I laughed, putting the Coke between my legs and backing out of the lot. "If you can convince your brother to come, you can bring whatever girl you want."
"Deal!"
We drove around for a little while longer and I eventually made it home.
I walked inside quietly, knowing well that it was late.
"Well, well, well -" Paul stood from his spot on the couch. "Look who decided to show up."
I smiled at my older brother. "You were waiting for me?" I walked closer. "Awe. So sweet."
"Can it, Jane," he said to me, shaking his head and started towards the hallway. "Just 'cause you're turning eighteen in two minutes doesn't mean you're all mature and stuff now. You've still got a curfew, alright?"
I followed him down the hall, my head now at his neck. I had gotten a little taller too. "Did you get me a present?"
"Yeah," Paul scoffed. "The gift of not tellin' mom you were out 'til midnight."
I stopped at my bedroom door, turning to face him. "I'll take it."
Paul smiled, reaching out to ruffle my hair, to which I quickly swatted his hand, and he started to back away. "Goodnight, Janey. And happy birthday."
I smiled widely, nervous and happy at the fact that I was eighteen. "Thanks, Pauly. Don't let the bed bugs bite. Or do."
Paul took an intimidating step forward, making me run into my room.
I had a lot of convincing to do, but I had managed to do it.
"Come on, Tim," I said to him. "It's not even in Tulsa, it's in Oakhurst. None of your tuff friends are gonna see you there."
Tim shook his head, holding his newspaper out and saying a quick and simple, "No."
I pulled his newspaper away, putting it down on the table. "Come on. It's my birthday."
"Oh, well, happy birthday."
I hid my smile, sitting down in his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek softly. "Come on, baby." My lips brushed against his ear. "We booked a hotel for overnight. One room for Curly and Pony and another just for myself."
Tim sighed heavily, closing his eyes as if he was doing something really painful. "Alright."
I smirked, enjoying the look on his face.
I smirked, really enjoying the look on Tim's face as he drove the car. "Happy birthday to me."
Pony and Curly laughed and sang in the backseat, Tim's face getting more and more red as time went on. He was just barely holding it together and I knew he couldn't wait until we got there and could be rid of the two.
When we pulled up to the club, music was bursting from inside, and when those doors opened, I felt the joy. The red lighting reminded me of Buck's, but everything else didn't. Everyone was dancing and laughing and drinking just like Buck's, but the place was spacious and nice-looking. The bar ran all the way across one wall and their were fans hanging from the ceiling to keep it getting too hot.
We walked in right at The Beatles's Twist and Shout. Pony grabbed my shoulder quite quickly, pulling one arm as I pulled his, our feet sliding on the floor. He would spin me and I would spin him and we would laugh.
"This is awesome," I said.
"Happy birthday, Jane." Pony smiled lightly, spinning me around again.
I smiled back, glancing over his shoulder at Curly. "At least one of you remembered," I teased, staring at Curly's feeble attempt at getting a pretty girl. I looked around for Tim, spotting his back at the bar.
The song was coming to an end and I started to make my way towards Tim, telling Pony over my shoulder "I'll be back."
Stay by Maurice Williams and the Zodiacs started to play loudly.
(Stay)
A-a-a-a-ah, just a little bit longer
I reached out and touched Tim's shoulder, squeezing it. "Hey."
(Please)
Tim just glanced over his shoulder, beer cupped in his hand. "Yeah?"
Please, please, please, please
tell me you're going to
I smiled, using all my effort to spin him around in his chair. "Dance with me."
Tim chuckled, like it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. He stopped once he saw my serious face and gave me one back. "No."
I put my hand on his chest, sliding it up and around his neck. "Come on, Tim."
He just shook his head and said, "No."
I stared at him for a couple of seconds, listening to the music play in the background. Then I nodded. "Okay." I took a couple of steps back, starting to sway my hips. "Your loss."
I was wearing my tightest jeans and a cute little top. My mother probably wouldn't have let me leave the house looking the way I did, and she'd probably smack me if she saw the way I was dancing just then.
If we have another dance
Yeah, just -
I looked at Tim, mouthing, "One more time." I smiled, feeling his eyes on me as I did a slow turn, always moving my hips around his slow circles. When I turned around, Tim's eyes moved from my behind to my eyes quickly.
The guys beside Tim were looking at me, one even nudging him to join me. Tim chuckled to his beer before setting down and walking over to me slowly. He was reluctant to dance, but his hands found my hips rather quickly.
I smirked. "I know you can dance," I said rather confidently. "I know how your hips move." My hands slid down to his hips, encouraging them to move against mine.
We were so close together, bodies moving together nicely and I just enjoyed the moment.
My hands ran through his hair as my nose touched his for a moment. I leaned my face away slightly to continue mouthing the lyrics to my favourite song. "Won't you press your sweet lips to mine? Won't you say you love me all of the time?"
(Stay)
Just a little bit longer
My arms tightened around his back and we kissed.
(Please)
Please, please, please, please
Tell me you're going to
Come on, come on, come on and yey-yey-yeh
Come on, come on, come on and stay-yey-yey-yeh
Come on, come on, come on and stay, whoops!
Come on, come on, come on
God, I was one lucky girl. I had some nice friends, a fine man, and a great family. I was at an amazing time in my life. Everything was perfect. Emphasis on the was.
