We go together
A „Grease" Fanfiction by Chrissy
Note: I don't own the characters of this story. The characters are property of Paramount Pictures, Jim Jacobs and Warren Casey. I just borrowed them to write this fanfiction.
Chapter two
Keneckie stopped the engine in front of Rizzo's house and she got off the car. He was about to do the same.
"No you wait here." She stopped him
"Why? Why am I neva allowed to ge' in there with ya? You ashamed of me or wha'?" He said, realising his tone was a bit to harsh.
"It's not you that I'm ashamed off."
"You told me your mom's sick, so what, that's nothin', I don't care."
"Just stay there, I'll be right back." She didn't want to argue right now, turned around and made her way to the front door, not realizing he followed her.
By the time she got to the door he caught her arm. Surprised Rizzo turned around, facing him.
"Please do me this favour, stay out here. I'll explain this to you another time." Her look was very concerned.
"Betty I've gotta meet ya parents one day before we get married, so why not now?"
"We're not getting married." She didn't know what he was talking about.
"But I said I'd make an honest woman of ya. And you kissed me so I thought tha' was a 'yes'."
She looked puzzled "Oh my god, you meant that?"
" 'Course I did."
"Right uhm... can we talk about this later as well? I really have to get to my mom now." Rizzo didn't know what to say, this would never work out.
"No I wan' this to be sorted out now. You wanna marry me or not?"
"Okay as you ask for it. No I don't want to marry you."
He couldn't beleive his ears. "What?"
"I said I want to discuss this with you later, please let go off me now."
He finally let go off her arm, turned around and got back to his car with no further word. She watched him leave in silence, she knew she'd hurt him pretty bad. Normally Keneckie was the one to scream and jump at an argument but this time he acted completely different. Rizzo didn't have time to think about this now, she had to look after her mother.
By the time she reached her parents bedroom she could her the car driving off. She sighed, knowing she'll have a hard time making up again with Keneckie after that.
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"Betty is this you." The voice of her mother, calling from the bedroom distracted her.
"Yeah Mom, I'm home. How are you?" She got in and sat down at the bedside.
"Have you been celebrating with your friends?"
"Yes and they want to spend the weekend down at the beach."
"Oh that sounds lovely, I hope you have lots of fun." The woman kissed her daughter on the forehead, knowing that spending time with her friends was the only joy the girl had, since she got sick, about five years ago.
"But Mom, that means I won't be here for at least two days."
"Yeah I still know how long a weekend is." A faint smile appeared on her face.
"Maybe I could call Grandma to take a look at you tonight."
"I'll be fine, I have all I need here. And maybe only once your father can fix dinner."
"Okay, I'm calling Grandma."
"No don't bother her, she'll only be upset."
"Yeah well I'm not leaving you alone here."
"I'm not alone." The woman stroke her daughters cheek.
"I saw him in the living room when I got in, he won't be able to fix dinner blieve me."
Mrs. Rizzo took a deep breath, trying not to be too upset. Betty saw her mothers blood pressure raising at the monitor next to the bed.
"Mom calm down, it's not that bad, I'll take care of him."
Tears appeared on the elderly looking woman's face, though she was only around fourty she looked more like 60. She was weak and pretty helpless but she took all her strength to assure her daughter she'll be fine.
"It's okay, you call Grandma and then get off to have a nice weekend. And don't worry about me."
Rizzo knew that the news about her father lying drunk on the sofa once again made her mother furious. She nodded, kissed her mom on the cheek and got down. On her way to the kitchen she passed the living room. The floor was covered with bottles and an old looking man was sound asleep on the couch with a still burning cigarette between his fingers.
'One day I'll get home and this place will be just ashes' Rizzo thought to herself while putting the cigarette in the ashtray. Taking as much empty bottles as she could, the girl continued her way to the kitchen.
After the grandmother finally agreed to look after her daughter, Rizzo got up to her room, turning upt the volume fo the radio and lay down on her bed. Right now she didn't really want go down to the beach anymore and even though she wanted to, there was still the question of how to get there...