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Authors Note
Thanks so much for the reviews guys, it means a lot. Sorry if you don't think I got these characters well, but I'm not them and its the best I could do. This chapter was especially hard because you don't get any backround on the socs. I basically made up their homelifes out of nothing, except the little bit we learn about Bob never being told 'no', yada yada...

IMPORTANT. I CHANGED THE SUMMARY DUE TO CONFUSION ABOUT WHAT THE STORY'S EXCACTLY ABOUT. READ IT BEFORE YOU START TO MAKE SURE YOUR STILL INTERESTED BECAUSE LAST THING I WANT TO DO IS WASTE YOUR TIME. THANK YOU.

Here it is :)

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Bob

I woke up with the sun already high in the sky. Dad would already be at work and ma wouldn't care if I spent the entire day bumming around the house or didn't come home until tomorrow. She wasn't to be found in the house anyways, so I guess I was home alone-minus the hired help that'd be here for another hour.

For an instance I thought of having a party, but that idea left as soon as it came. I wasn't really the type to have a party, I mean I get invited to them constantly, but I didn't want half my grade plus some wandering around my house and looking through my things-just the thought made my skin crawl. Not that I had anything to hide, I just didn't want people to see anything abnormal I never reconized. Anyways it was way too early and no doubt the day my dad decided to come home the actually night work ended on would be when I'm hosting a party.

As I shoveled the last bit of eggs in my mouth a hand crossed in front of me to grab it. Despite my intentions I jumped; she hadn't made the slightest noise coming. I looked at her with widened eyes but she didn't even notice, her black ones just stared boredly at my plate as she gathered my utensils and cup and placed them atop it.

Intrigued I watched as she walked away, her heels making the slightest clicks on hard tiled floor; the white of her uniform contrasting blindly against the black of her skin. Suddenly a door swung in my vision and I jerked my eyes away perilously.

The slam of it echoed around the house and slowly was replaced by silence. I blinked my eyes like I had awaken from a dream. What was with me today? Shaking my head I sank into my chair; the silence overcoming.

I pretended I didn't mind the large amounts of time I spent alone in the house but I didn't even believe it anymore. I felt vulnerable. Small. Insignificant. Weak. The smoldering silence took over every hallway; every room; every cabinet and every space in the house. I couldn't escape it. Blasting the music just made me feel stupid when I sang along; watching television was pointless since I refused to laugh alone; hell I even tried drinking but once again not something to be done alone. Dammit it always just made me miss David even more. I guess I could understand why mom would want to keep flying out to those stupid resorts, I wouldn't be able to spend days on end in this house alone either. I jolted as the phone suddenly rang, thankful for something to break up the silence.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."

Paul

As soon as I stepped my foot out the door I broke out in a sweat. The heat was nearly unbearable; it was gonna be a killer day.

Back from college for the week I was spending every moment I could outside and with friends. Classes were the worst on these kind of days. From my window seat vantage point I could watch the student lucky enough not to class hang around in the park and soak up the sun's rays, and occasionally chasing down the ice cream vendor that passed through the park twice a day. No wonder my grades were slipping.

I made plans with boys I used to run back with in highschool. Not so much a reunion, I've seen them constantly considering we live in the same neighbourhood, but more like get together. I haven't really hung out with them in a while.

Bob pulled up in his blue mustang within a couple of minutes. Boy had it made even more so than me, which is saying something. "Where to?"

I slid in shotgun. "Try Randy's, I tried calling but no answer. Worth a shot though." And it was worth it, only a few minutes later he was sliding into the backseat grumbling about his old man getting on his case. I got that completely; his folks were real strict. Once I remember bringing him home late just by a few minutes and his old man was just sitting on the porch waiting. For a second he didn't say nothing, just stared at him, but then boy did he hand it out to him. I made sure to get him home on time after that.

We just cruised around town for the day, joking about people we'd see on the street and laughing at just about everything. I felt a sense of ease overcome me, something I hadn't felt in a while. Sometimes I wished I could've just skipped the whole college thing and stayed back here in Tulsa were everything was easy.

Randy

Boy howdy was I ever glad when I saw Bob's 'baby' pull up in front of my house. My dad must've had a rough night because as soon as I woke up he was lecturing me about college, grades, football, ladies and just about everything else under the moon when Paul knocked on the door looking for me. Good thing dad like Paul because he let me go without so much as a warning. I guess that's what I got for having a cop as a father. I couldn't blame him though, he saw some seriously screwed up things every single day end-on-end, it'd make anyone pretty cautious.

I relaxed after getting in the car. Bob was my best friend and knew how to get me back into a good mood faster than I knew myself. Pretty soon I was holding my ribs from laughing so hard.

It'd probably been a few hours when we started getting cocky and crossed over to the East Side. We followed this rusty haired guy for probably thirty minutes. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard. We weren't planning on fighting anyone that night, but somethings just happen.

We started tailing him and he tensed all up like they always do. He didn't run like some of them, he kept his pace and eyed us over his shoulder every couple seconds.

After about ten minutes without us getting out to hop him he started getting suspicious, full on turning around to study us. He stayed just as tense though, shoving his hands into his pocket. He caught us laughing one time and hunched right up, which only increased my laughing.

We were waiting for him to duck into a house or alley or someplace we couldn't follow, but maybe he figured we weren't gonna jump him because he continued on his way into town, barely checking over his shoulder at all and acting as calm as can be.

He met up with these two other greasers and just as we're about to screw off he had to put up those two hands and give us the double-bird. Immediatly the car squealed to a stop.

I slid out of the back after Paul and slowly walked towards them. I knew we looked pretty intimidating, all of us claring six feet and Paul being built like a building. They stood their ground though.

The one guy we were following from school stood in front of Paul. He was funny as hell in class, but when it comes down to it he's still a greaser. His arms were crossed in front of him and a cigerette dangled from the side of his mouth. His eyes glared at all of us, his cheeks already flushing from anger.

My fists clenched as I caught sight of who stood in the middle of them. Dallas Winston. Dirtiest bastard I knew. He stood unmoving, hands to his side and slouched real low. His icy stare never left Bob though, who took the spot right in font of him. I hope he really put Winston in his place.

Directly across from me was a smaller guy but he looked just unnerved. He pushed his black hair up off his face with one quick jerk before shoving his hands in his pockets. Black eyes bore into me, though suddenly jerked off real quick to the left. I followed his gaze to Bob's hand before looking back to him. The scar on his face suddenly stuck out like a sore thumb. Guess he didn't learn from the last time.

I remained rigid but didn't feel anything but adrenaline through my veins. I knew I could take him easily, hopefully fast enough too so I could get a couple in on Winston.

"Wanna do that again to our faces, grease?"

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Fight! Fight! Fight!

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