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 three
Danny and Sandy pulled up in front of Rizzos, expecting Keneckies car to be there, but it was gone.
"Do you think they're already on their way to the beach?"
"No Idea." Zucko shook his head.
"Okay I'll ring and see if Rizz is home." Sandy got off the car and marched to the front door.
She rang the bell four or five times and was about to leave again, when the door finally was opened by a middle aged man in underwear, looking like he just got out of bed.
"Good evening sir, I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm looking for Ri...uhm I mean Betty. Is she home?"
"Dunno, go up an' see for yaself." And with that he left the girl on the doorstep.
She didn't know what to do but obviously it was the only way to find out, so Sandy got into the house, finding herself in a very untidy living room with some bottles of beer on the floor and the middle aged man sitting on the couch and watching TV again.
She made her way up the stairs, calling for Rizz.
"Rizzo, are you there?"
A door at the end of the corridor flung open and she saw Rizzo standing there with only a shirt and her underpants on.
"Sandy?" Rizzo asked, looking stunned.
"Hey, your father let me in and told me you'd be up here."
"Aha..." she was still searching for words.
"Well Danny's waiting outside, we thought you'd already got down to the beach with Keneckie, when we saw his car wasn't there anymore."
"Yeah he's gone."
"Does that mean you don't want to come spending the weekend with us?" Sandy inquired
"Uhm... well yeah, I don't know. Maybe getting drunk will destruct me from this ashole."
Sandy was about to say something but Rizzo didn't let her. "Just don't ask okay."
Sandy nodded. "Uhm Rizzo can I use your bathroom before we go?"
"Sure it's just in there" She pointed out to the room next to the stairs.
Rizzo was collecting some stuff from her room and put them into a bag when Sandy returned.
"Uhm Rizzo... Can I ask you something?" Sandy was unsure how to start this but she had to talk about her most recent discovery.
"Sure, shoot."
"Were you refeering to this, when you told Keneckie that you were not pregnant?" Sandy held up a used pregnancy test.
Rizzo turned around, the whole colour went out of her face as she saw what Sandy was holding in her hands. She let herself fall back onto the bed.
"Rizz?"
"Yeah"
"Rizz this test is positive."
"I know."
"So you lied."
"Yeah"
"Why?"
"Because it wouldn't work."
"What wouldn't work?" Sandy stepped over the bag and sat down next to the girl wo lay there streched out on the bed.
"Could you picture me with a child at home in the kitchen and Keneckie getting home from work, playing with the little one. We're both probably the most unconventional human beeings on this planet. I can't just play happy family."
"Well it wouldn't have to be like that."
"Of course it would be like that." Rizzo finally sat up again. "He was accepted at the local college and he's dreaming of opening his own garage some day. If I tell him now that I'm pregnant he'd skip college and continue working. And one day we'd both wake up in some house in the suburb with kids and a job we hate, realizing that our life is over before it really started. He wouldn't want that and I for sure don't want it either. I'm just doing both of us a favour."
"But he'll find out sooner or later. I mean the baby's supposed to grow."
"No he won't. I've been accepted at Yale and I'm going to New Haven on Monday."
"You're going to Yale?" Sandy was shocked. "Wow... this is great, congrats"
"Thanks." Rizzo got up and grabbed her bag.
"I didn't know you're grades where that good or that you applied for University." As a matter of fact no one had any idea about that.
"Yeah well you don't know much about me, do you?"
"Nope I'm just beginning to find out. But it's great anyway. You're parents must be really proud."
"They don't know, not about Yale, not about the baby. And before you start ... I don't want another word about this, this is my life and I know how to deal with it. No advise from you or anyone else is wanted."
Sandy sat there with her mouth still open.
"Now will you get up on your own or do I have to carry you out?" Rizzo smiled cheerishly at the blonde girl.
"I don't believe this."
"Yeah... no word about this to anyone or I'll come back from Yale and kill you." She looked seriously at Sandy, who finally nodded.
"Swear it."
"Rizzo... I..."
"Swear it."
Sandy knew she had to give in. Rizzo wasn't her best friend but she knew that it meant a lot what she just told her. No one knew about this, except the two of them and it would be their secret and it tied them toghether a little more.
"I swear."
Rizzo spit into her hand and offered it to Sandy.
"Oh this is just gross Rizzo."
"Come one, don't get back to beeing Sandra Dee again." Rizzo teased
"You're horrible." Sandy smiled, spit into her hand as well and shook Rizzos.