Author's Note: I don't own Grease nor Grease 2 or any of its characters. I only own the plot to the story.
Summary: Grease 2 and Stephanie had been best friends for years. Michael had been in love with her for a long time. But he kept his feelings at bay. He was always there to pick up the pieces when shit hit the fan.
Author's Note: Ok here's chapter three. Johnny may seem a little OOC in this chapter.
Chapter 3
Two Days Later
I pulled up at Sandy and Danny's place. I pulled off my helmet and goggles. I whistled quietly to myself as I walked up to the front door. I smiled when I though of what had happened Friday afternoon.
Two Days earlier.
"Hey" I said moving to get off the hood of the tow truck. I leaned back against side of the tow truck.
"So why where you dodging my question from earlier" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.
"It wasn't something I wanted to talk about in front of Rhonda and Paulette" Steph explained.
"Why not. It anit that embarrassing to having kissed your best friend" I pressed trying to get the truth out of her.
"It had nothing to do with that. It's just that I'm dealing with the whole Johnny situation. And I kind of lied to you the other day when I said the reason why I broke things off with him was because we had out grown our relationship. That was only partly the reason." Stephanie finally admitted why she had been dodging my question from earlier.
"And what was the other reason" I pressed having a gut feeling it had something to do with me.
"Hey Mike" I was bought out my thoughts by Danny who was standing in the doorway of the front door.
"Hey" I said, Danny moved out of the doorway to let me inside. Danny and Sandy's son Jack was seated in the kitchen in his high chair while Sandy was busy cooking something at the stove.
"Sandy you might want to put an extra place for lunch" Danny said as he walked into the kitchen and rolled himself a cigarette.
"Why. I didn't we had people coming over" Sandy stated as she turned around. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. She looked to be four or five months pregnant.
"Oh Hello cousin" Sandy said as she moved to hug me. I hadn't seen since the beginning of the summer. I had been working most of the summer and had never had the time to come and visit her, Danny and Jack before now.
"So what is my future second cousin going to be" I asked as I took a seat at the table and Danny handed me a beer from the fridge.
"We don't know yet Michael. Danny wants a girl while I'd be more than happy for another boy or a girl it does not matter. So what have you been up to little cousin. I haven't seen hide or hair of you for a few months" Sandy said turning her attention back to what she was cooking on the stove.
"I've been working at McCabe and Sons towing and repair most of the summer." I answered after taking a sip of my beer.
"Ah I see. So how's the gang" Sandy asked.
"Fine. Johnny and Steph broke up over the summer break. He and Paulette are playing or rather dancing around their feelings" I said taking another sip of my beer.
"Oh. So how is Stephanie" Sandy asked still with her back to me.
"Steph's fine." I answered maybe a little too quickly Danny raised an eyebrow and went back to reading his paper.
"Frenchy mentioned something interesting to me a few days ago" Sandy said. I nearly chocked on my beer.
"Oh yea. What was that?" I asked even though I knew the answer to that question. I took another sip of my beer.
"That you have feelings for a certain Miss Zinone" Sandy stated turning around to face me. Danny found something interesting on the ceiling to look at.
"Who just happens to be my girlfriend now" I mumbled under my breath. Sandy raised an eyebrow I was not sure whether or not she had heard me.
"So how's Aunt Edna and Uncle Jack" Sandy asked changing the subject. Danny glanced up once more his paper.
"Fine. Their taking a second honeymoon in San Frisco for a few weeks while I'm stuck babysitting" I said taking one last sip of my beer.
Sandy was interrupted by a knock on the front door. Danny got up from the kitchen table to answer it.
I grabbed a fresh beer from the fridge and went to see who it was. I nearly choked on my first sip of my beer when I spotted my younger cousin Vince standing in the doorway of the front doorway.
"Vince" I said having managed to swallow the beer I had drunk.
"Michael" He said unsure of what to say next. Danny moved out of the way to let his brother in law inside.
"Danny who is it" Sandy asked as she walked into the living room form the kitchen. Her eyes widened in shock when she spotted her brother standing in the living room. She had not seen her younger brother since the day her parents had kicked out her of home.
"Hi Sandy" Vince said nervously. Danny and I walked back into the kitchen to give Sandy and Vince some time alone.
I picked up Jackson from his high chair while Danny went about finishing cooking lunch. I glanced back into the other room. It appeared there was awkward silence between the two Olsen siblings.
"You getting practice for the future " Danny ribbed as I took a sip of my beer.
"Yea maybe" I said taking another sip of my beer. I took a seat at the table with Jack sitting in my lap.
"So what's up with you man? You seem different Mike" Danny stated as he turned off the stove.
"Yeah well maybe it's got something to do with the fact I have a girlfriend," I said. Danny nearly dropped what he was holding in his hand.
"Since when" Danny questioned. Oblivious curious as to who my girlfriend was.
"Since Friday" I said taking a sip of my beer a moment later.
"Does this girlfriend got a name Mike" Danny pressed for more information. I was having a mental battle with myself on whether or not I should tell Danny that my girlfriend was Stephanie.
"Whose girlfriend" Sandy asked as she and Vince walked into the kitchen.
"Mikey boy got himself a girlfriend babe. He was just about to tell me her name. "Danny said. Oh boy. How was I going to get out of this one? Oh grow a pair Carrington. My mind yelled at me.
"Stephanie" I said or rather mumbled under my breath.
"As in Stephanie Zinone who has been your best friend since you where four years old" Sandy stated with a smirk now on her face.
"Yes that Stephanie. What did you think I meant another Stephanie? "I questioned with an eyebrow raised in amusement.
"That same Stephanie you've been in love with since forever" Sandy teased. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my beer.
An hour later
I pulled into the driveway. I put the kickstand out on my motorcycle. I turned off the engine. I pulled off my helmet and goggles. I got off my motorcycle and walked towards my room in the double garage.
"Will give me back my diary you bastard" I heard my younger sister Rose yell at my younger brother Will.
"Dear Dairy. I will become MRS Joshua Zinone" Will teased as he supposed read from Rose's diary.
I rolled my eyes and pulled off my T-birds leather jacket. I threw it onto my bed. I changed into an old pair of coverall I had. I had time to do body work on the 1930 Ford Model A Coupe.
"Michael can you tell William to stop taking my stuff" Rose huffed from the doorway of the garage. I looked up from where I was repairing a panel.
"Rose. I'm busy at the moment. Tell Patrick to deal with it." I said closing the garage door in her face. I signed and went about repairing the broken panels. I had sanded down the whole car yesterday.
I had taken off various panels yesterday to start repairing. I cut out rust from the panels and patched them as best I could. I was lost in my work repairing the damaged panels. There was a knock on the garage door.
"Rose didn't I tell not to bother me" I said over the oxy as I cut rust out of a panel. The knocking persisted. I groaned in annoyance as I turned off the oxy and pulled off my goggles.
I opened the large bay door to see my girlfriend standing there mid knock. Stephanie looked at her boyfriend's appearance. He was wearing an old pair of coveralls, which had seen better days.
The coveralls where worn and was stained with grease, oil and fuel. It hung to his frame. His hands where black most likely from working on the car behind him.
"You may want to close your mouth before you catch files Steph" I said moving back into the garage.
" Your sister driving you crazy as usual" Steph asked as I grabbed the hammer to take out the various dents in the panel.
"Yea just about" I said as I turned over the panel repeated the process of taking the dent out of panel.
"Since when did you have a car" Stephanie asked referring to the striped down 1930 Ford Model A Coupe.
"I bought it at the beginning of the summer. I've slowly been fixing it up when I have the time in between work and school." I explained as I set down the hammer and now dintless panel on the workbench.
"Babe are you ok," Steph asked after five minutes of silence. I looked up from where I was lost in thought about what we where going to do about tomorrow.
"Yea I'm fine. I was just thinking about what's going to happen tomorrow." I said moving away from the bench I had been leaning against a moment before. I knew Johnny would be pissed at first.
It wasn't like he and Steph where together anymore was it. They had broken up during the summer break.
"We'll play it by ear"
I stopped and leaned against the stripped down 1930 Ford Model A Coupe. I watched Stephanie as she moved towards me. She placed her hands on my chest. I moved my arms so that they wrapped around her. I bent my head and pressed my lips to her.
Rose Carrington had come out to check on her older brother. He had told her to bugger off a few hours ago. Rose stopped dead in her tracks at what she saw in front of her. Her older brother was kissing his best friend.
Rose didn't know what to say. This was not some quick peck on the lips. It was a full on lips and maybe tongue type of kiss. Rose was rooted to the spot where she stood.
We both only pulled away reluctantly due to lack of oxygen. I glanced over Steph to see my younger sister Rose with a look of dumbfounded shock on her face. Something else caught my attention was a group of motorcycles parked near the curb of the drive. Johnny.
"Babe we've got company." I said. Stephanie turned around and saw both Michael's younger sister Rose and both the T-Birds and Pink Ladies. This wasn't going to be pretty.
"Rose you'd better go back inside" I said as we walked out of the garage. Rose nodded and left without saying a word.
This wasn't going to be pretty in any way shape or form. Steph's hand intertwined with mine as we walked towards the two gangs.
Johnny didn't look happy at all. More like pissed. Actually more then pissed he was pissed off beyond belief.
"Hi. What you guys doing" Steph asked if everything was normal.
"So what's the story with you and Shakespeare" Johnny asked with anger being spat with every word.
"What you'd mean"
"Why you two look like rabbits caught in the headlight" Johnny sneered.
"There's no story Johnny. Michael and I are together," Stephanie said telling to the others that we where together as a couple.
"You didn't wast much time Carrington" Johnny snipped at me like a petillant child whom had his favourite toy taken off him.
"Steph's not your property Johnny." I snarled back him.
"Johnny just leave them alone" Paulette tried to reason with him. Not that it was going to do much good anyway.
"You shut up," He snapped at her as he got off his motorcycle.
"Johnny come on man. Just leave them alone" Goose tried also to reason with Johnny. Not that it was would have going to do much. Johnny had tunnel vision at the moment.
"I bet you were just waiting for us to break up to make a move on her," Johnny taunted as he pushed me. He was itching for a fight.
"She's not your property Johnny. I never made any advances on her when you guys where together. I love her Johnny. And I have for a long time. I never told her how I felt before now because I didn't want to come between you two," I admitted truthfully.
"Oh yea sure. "He snorted in disgust. He shoved me once more.
"I'm going to fight you Johnny," I said not wanting to fight with him at all.
"What you're not to cowardly to steal your friend's girlfriend but your too much of a coward to tell him the truth" Johnny once again taunted. I had enough of him. I hit him square in the jaw for his troubles.