24 July, 2007
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own The Outsiders.
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Kitten
Chapter 2- Shepard and a Film
Everybody has a weakness. It just so happened that the Greasers' weakness was Kitten, fifteen-year-old sister of Two-Bit Matthews.
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Dally looked up from on top of Kitten to see Tim Shepard leaning against the fence, hands in pockets, smirking down at them. "What a cute couple. But ain't the half-pint a little young for you, Winston?"
As Amile pushed Dally off of her, Tim offered his hand to Amile and pulled her up, leaving an angered Dallas on the ground. Brushing herself off, Amile thanked Tim. "Very funny, Tim. You all seem to forget that I'm fifteen, not five."
Tim snorted and rolled his eyes. "Sorry. Never realized how sensitive you were. I'll remember next time." Turning his attention to Dallas, he continued. "Anyways, I've got some business with you, Winston."
Dallas picked himself up from the ground and flipped up the collar of his jacket. "I'm listening."
"Me and my boys have been havin' some trouble with the Mexicans lately. They've been trashing our cars and harassing our girls."
"And you wanna know if I'll help you, right?" asked Dally, his voice robbed of any emotion.
"Yeah." replied Tim, just as composed as Dallas.
Dallas looked away for a moment before finally replying, "Call on me if you need me. I'll tell some of our guys to be ready."
Tim nodded. "Alright, good deal." Glancing over at Amile, he seemed suddenly to remember her presence. "Amile…Whatcha doin' with ole' Dally? I'm surprised your even allowed out with him alone."
"Why wouldn't I be?" Amile asked, her eyebrows raised and her eyes opened wide. The picture of innocence. Or at least, it would be, if not for the mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. She knew damn well why being alone with Dallas Winston was less than safe.
Tim shook his head and made a low, soft sound deep in his throat. An amused chuckle, barely audible. He didn't answer her question, instead shifting his gaze back to Dallas.
Dally shrugged. "We're gonna see a movie. Not much else to do around here."
"That's the truth…" Tim said. Silence settled between the three. Tim kicked up some dust with his boot and hooked his thumbs into his pockets. "Well, I guess I'll get goin'. Got a party to get to, should be a good time." He looked up at Dally and raised his eyebrows.
Dallas shrugged. "I might drop by later."
"Sure, sounds good. Guess I'll be seeing you around then. Have fun." With a slight nod, he walked away and disappeared into the shadows of the night.
Dallas cleared his throat after a moment. "Better get goin'. The movie probably started already." Without waiting for an answer, he crouched down at the fence and pulled himself through the hole that they always used to sneak into the drive-in. Amile followed, accepting Dallas's outstretched hand to help her up.
Together they walked over to the seats especially for people without a car. Immediately, they saw Ponyboy and Johnny sitting in the front row, so Dallas and Amile joined them. After greetings were exchanged, the four friends watched the movie in silence. A beach movie, almost exactly the same as every other film that had been made recently.
About fifteen minutes into the movie, they were joined by Sodapop and Steve, who admitted that their dates with Sandy and Evie hadn't turned out too well. They took the remaining seats in the row and watched the movie with the rest of their friends. Steve talked through the whole film, much to the annoyance of everyone, especially Ponyboy, who was actually trying to enjoy the movie.
Soon enough, the film ended, and the six of them left the drive-in. They were all going in the same general direction, so they walked together. Sodapop, Amile, and Dallas were in the front, while Steve, Ponyboy, and Johnny trailed behind some. It was a chilly, autumn night, the kind breezy enough to need a jacket. All of them were all slightly hunched over from the cold, hands deep in pockets. None of them heard the low hum of the car inching up behind them until it was too late.
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A/N: Ooh, cliffhanger! Can you stand it? Ha…Yes, I know, it's been an eternity since my last update, but…well, I'm a horrible procrastinator. Sue me. So, as the author's note in the first chapter says, this is a rewrite of a previous fic. I rewrote almost this whole chapter (from the original version of this fic). Sorry its so short, but I just really wanted to get this story going again, so I decided to upload this chapter tonight. Now, just so you know, I'm rewriting this fic because…well, to tell the truth, the first version of it makes me gag. It was my first fan fiction I'd ever written, and, as most teenage girls are prone to do, I made Kitten into a perfect example of a Mary Sue. Ergg!! After reading over it again, I can't stand it. The writing was decent, and maybe I'm just being over-critical, but I feel that I have to fix it. So hopefully, this version of Kitten will be better. I certainly hope it will be. Anyhoo…I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and that you faithful readers who have been reading and reviewing this story ever since I first posted it over a year ago haven't given up on it just yet.
As always, reviews are welcome! Please don't be afraid to offer constructive criticism or any comments that you have. Thanks in advance!