I swore to myself as I held a cloth to my bleeding head. Wasn't this day just off to a perfect start? I fumbled around in the bathroom for a while looking for the first aid kit. After a few painful minutes I had stitched up my head. I went downstairs and saw that I was the only person home. I looked out and saw all the cars gone. Great. I forgot to tell Mum and Rachel that I need a ride into town. Now I get to walk. Joy. After shoving a quick breakfast into my mouth I hurried off; toolbox in hand.

It took me half an hour to get to the Curtis' but I did get there. I opened the lopsided gate and walked up the steps. I set my tools down on the porch and knocked on the door. Soda rushed over and flung it open.

"Hey Susan! What brings you here?" He asked.

"What are you doing here, shouldn't you be in school?" I asked back.

"I could ask you the same thing..." He told me, a silly grin spreading across his face.

"I'm home schooled. What's your excuse?" I asked.

"I'm a drop out." I told me simply. I nodded in understanding and quickly changed the subject.

"So... I'm just going to start working on the fence. Just wanted to let you know." I told him. He nodded.

"Cool. I didn't know we were getting the fence fixed."

"Oh, it's a trade. Darry in fixing my roof and I'm fixing his fence." I explained. He nodded.

"Well. Have fun." He told me, "If you need anything, let me know."

"I will." I told him and headed out to work.

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"Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter. Lives candy and the sun's a ball of butter. Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade." I sang to myself. (It was Don't Rain On My Parade from my favorite musical, "Funny Girl".) I had been working for about two hours and had gotten a lot done.

"Don't tell me not to fly I've simply got to. If someone takes a spill it's me and not you! Who told you you're aloud to rain on my parade?" I stood up and started to sing. I didn't have the best voice in the world but I wouldn't brake any glass. I opened my mouth to sing a bit more when slow claps made me to instantly. I whipped my head around to where the noise was coming from and saw the one and only Dallas Winston leaning against the wall, clapping.

"Very nice, Suzie." He told me and walked over.

"Knock off, Dallas." I told him meeting him in the middle of the yard. Anger flared in his eyes and he moved closer so that our noses were touching.

"Don't call me Dallas." He snarled. I bit back a laugh at the irony.

"Don't call me Suzie." I told him, my voice matching his. He glared at me and I glared back. The the worst thing in the world happened.

I had meet Two-Bit yesterday. From what I gathered about him he was quite a prankster. That might be why he decided that he would sneak up behind Dallas and push him.

Right into me.

Right into my lips.

I was frozen. I had no clue what to do. Dallas had fallen and our lip had been touching for a good five seconds. He had then pulled away and turned to Two-Bit. The anger was clear in his voice.

"Run Keith. You are dead." He ran strait at Two-Bit and chased him down the street. When I could no longer hear the insane screaming of Two-Bit something in my brain clicked and I was able to move again.

Forget it. He didn't mean to kiss you. Just forget it. I turned back to my project and picked up my hammer; ready to get back to work. I tried to forget about what had happened but I just couldn't.

I could still feel his lips on mine.

(Great. Now I'll have to boil them just to get the taste off.)

Yes. Not the longest thing I've ever writing but I seemed like a nice place to stop. Please review. It really helps!

-Jasmine