Filler chapter... Really, random filler chapter. I hate it...but I can't think of anything else. So...SHUT UP! AAAUGH!
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Identity Crisis
Five
I moaned, enjoying the gentle touch making it's way up my leg and to my thigh. It was new...and I liked it. A lot. I remembered movies that my friends and I had enjoyed poking fun at, because the woman was being so over dramatic from just one touch...
I should be poking fun at myself right now. The only thing that bothered me was that, I didn't know who the touch belonged to. No face, no voice, just breathing and gasping and moaning...
"Oh, God-"
"Angela, quit yer moanin' it's gettin' on my nerves."
"Huh?" I squinted in the dark, trying to make out who it was that was talking to me. No luck. "I can moan all I like..." I snapped, rolling over on my blankets on the floor.
"Tell me who you was dreamin' 'bout first."
"Nothin'. I wasn't dreamin' about anyone."
"...Hey, if it's someone I know-"
"I'll let you know. Let me sleep, huh?"
"Not if your gonna be getting all excited over there."
"I'm serious, I'm tired."
"So am I. That's why I'm tellin' you to stop moanin' in your sleep. So, don't sleep."
I sighed and lay on the floor. I was pretty sure that was Steve, since Dally had gone off on his own earlier that night. Well, if Steve wouldn't let me sleep...
"Circle circle dot dot, I got my cootie shot. You think that girl is hot? I think I'd rather not-"
"Angela! Jesus Christ, just shut the fuck up!" Steve yelled, before a pillow collided with my face. I was silent for a minute, waiting for Steve's mummbling to stop.
"...You're beautiful," I sang, in the high pitched, scratchy voice that I always used to sing this song. "You're beautiful! You're beautiful, it's true. I saw your face, in a crowded place, and I don't know what to do. 'Cause I'll- Ow! Fuck, that hurt! Get the fuck offa me. Who the hell are you, to be beatin' up on girls?"
"I ain't beatin' on ya, I'm just...tryin' to get you to...shut- Ow! You bitch!"
"I can slap a lot harder, so I dare you to touch me there again!"
My breathing was hard, and I felt the pressure of Steve on me disappear. We were quiet for a minute, but, I knew Steve hadn't gone far. I could feel him sitting close by and I could hear his breathing, see his outline from the faint light coming through the window.
"What were you singin' anyway? I ain't never heard those songs before."
"I dunno. I get around more than you, I've heard 'em somewhere before," I said lamely. We were quiet again and I crossed my arms over my chest, staring up at the cieling. I was feeling kind of homesick again, what with all the singing. I used to sing those songs with my friends all the time. It was weird having a person not know the songs that I heard every few minutes on a daily basis.
It bothered me that I had to lie about it too. If I said, "Oh, in 2006, they're all the rage," he would have suspected I was on drugs, told Tim, and I'd probably...not like the outcome after that. That got me thinking of course. Would Tim do something drastic or just yell at me and make me feel extremely sorry about what I had done (if I had done anything, mind you)? What about Angela's mother? Or...or her step-father?
I was trying to picture a worst case scenario when Steve's light snoring interrupted my thoughts. He rolled over onto my arm and I grunted, yanking it out from underneath him, hoping he wouldn't wake up again. He didn't. I sighed, still pondering over the characters of the people I had been spending the past few days with.
I felt a bit sick when I thought "days" but I managed to control that quick enough. I never really got to know the boys I spend time with very much. To me, they all seemed very guarded; joking around and picking fights and talking loudly about girls and what they've done, or something crazy they did. Not much unlike the boys I was with now, I realized.
But...they were extremely guarded back home. Like, if something was really bothering one of them, I would never be able to tell. I mean, sure, if they were mad at some other boy, you'd know, because he'd be threatning the guy...but anything else, like, sadness or fear. Or anything. It wasn't there. Boys back home seemed very one-dimensional to me.
These boys, these Greasers, they were very...emotional, you could say. Like Ponyboy. I could read that kid like an open book and even when he's spacing out, I can tell that something's going on in there. I can actually take a guess at what these boys were feeling and usually be right. Except for Steve and Two-bit. They were like the boys back home to me, but, not as impossible. Dallas was easy too...he was angry. Simple as that.
Tim however... Well, he was another story. I was having no luck what so ever figuring that boy out. It bothered me. I mean, c'mon, if I have to live with the guy it'd be nice to be able to figure out what he's thinking!
It was around that time I started wondering about Angela. What was she really like...? I sighed again, rolling over and staring at the wall. Would someone wonder what was wrong with Angela if I slipped up and said something wrong? I closed my eyes, Steve's snoring turning to soft, rythmic breathing. It made me feel better, something that normal, and I fell asleep not long after that.
xxxx
"Lauren, I need to talk to you."
Angela bit back a sigh and glanced over her shoulder, holding up her finger to Jessica, before looking back at the boy she was talking to.
"Lauren!"
Angela turned to her, glaring. "What?" She snapped, noticing the hurt look on her face. She wondered for a moment if she should lighten up. She was messing with someone's life, in a sense. Jessica sighed, looking very defeated, before shaking her head.
"Never mind," Jessica muttered, turning and walking away. Angela stared after her, feeling...bad.
"What was that about?"
Angela shook her head, not bothering to even look at the boy. It didn't seem fun anymore.
She had never seen someone so...dependent on her friends. She was like...like a Soc or something. Always having to travel in packs and...giggling over everything or rolling her eyes at people. Why couldn't she just get over it and spend time with her other friends? She had done that all the time.
"What is up with girls these days?" Angela asked her self, hands on her hips.
"I wonder that everyday."
Angela rolled her eyes at the boy, before walking away. "Idiot."
xxxx
I groaned as the rest of the house woke up. It was friday and the parents of the household were bustling about, getting ready to go to work. They were nice people, but, did they have to be so loud? It was the summer, for cryin' out loud! You aren't supposed to wake your kids, or any kids, up that early. That, and I had trouble falling asleep last night.
Occasionally, I would get kneed in the back, or Steve would smack me as he moved to get comfortable on the floor...or maybe it was on purpose. I had thought long and hard about that, but, I couldn't come to an answer. After I heard the parents call their goodbyes (they only got tired murmurs in return) I gave up sleeping and sat up, leaning against the couch and running my finger's through...well, Angela's hair.
I wondered, remembering the model shows on TV, if I would be able to cut it as a model with Angela's body...then again, I'm not that good with pictures. I'd probably ruin her whole image. I wondered about Angela's boyfriends...were they mean to her? Did they argue a lot? Did they even really like each other? Or, maybe she liked him, but he just kept messing up...I heard about that a lot.
"What are you doin' up so early?"
I didn't even jump, like I usually do. I felt so dead, but I tilted my head back. Soda's older brother, Darry, looked down at me. I slowly turned my head to the clock on the end table. "Eight isn't early," I said.
"Sure looks like it to me. You got some dark circles under your eyes," he said off handedly, walking into the kitchen.
"...Well, that happens when you don't get enough sleep sometimes," I said snidely. He glared at me and I swore under my breath. Okay, so, maybe I was getting into Angela's character for once. Wrong time to do it, but still. I should avoid sleep more often, until it gets me in trouble.
Normally, I would say sorry, but that seemed very Anti-Angela. "Do you always get up so early? It's summer..."
"Yeah, well, I'm used to it."
"Oh."
My, what lovely conversational skills I have. Sadly, things didn't get much better between Darry and I, but, I did manage to finally fall asleep after Steve left. And, oh, what a wonderful dream I had.
-Explodes due to awfulness of chapter-