Jilly Bean Chapter 4, an outsiders fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders

Chapter 4: No-Good-Peter

"You're doin' it wrong."

"No, I'm not."

"Yeah, you are."

"No, I'm not," I argued.

I was the best dancer I could think of. I mean, I was pretty terrible, but I had more rhythm than all the boys combined. That included Two-bit, who was telling me I wasn't doing the move right.

"You have to move your hips!"

I looked at the TV screen. The girl wasn't moving her hips. "No, you don't!"

Two-bit stepped back. "Alright, let me see." I did the move exactly how the girl was doing in on the TV, but Two-bit still wasn't impressed. "You're still doin' it wrong."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

I was only in the living room dancing with Two-bit because I was waiting for Stacy to pick me up. She was taking forever, as per usual. But when she finally showed up, I ran outside and into the car, driven by her older sister, who did her driving as long as Stacy didn't tell their parents about the stupid stuff she did.

"Hey, kid," Stacy's sister greeted me.

"Hey, Linda. How're you?"

"Drivin' you two around is the highlight of my day," Linda said with no expression on her face.

I nodded. "Alright."

"Where we headed?"

Stacy stopped putting on lip gloss for two seconds to talk. "Just drop us off at QuickTrip. I need some more blush."

"Such a beauty queen," Linda teased.

Stacy smiled. "Thank you."

I laughed in the back seat as Linda started in on how girls are just objects of beauty.

When we got there, Stacy roamed around the store for a while, barely making conversation until she was rummaging throw eyeshadows.

"How was your night last night?"

I raised my eyebrows. "What, after you ditched me? It was fine."

Stacy smiled at me, while giving me her sorry eyes. "I'm sorry, Jilly."

I sighed. "It's fine. Did you at least have fun?"

Stacy squealed. "So much! Calvin asked me to the movies, just the two of us, tomorrow."

"Cool." I nodded, running my fingers along the blushes.

"You want one?" Stacy asked.

I backed away immediately. "I'm good, Stace."

Stacy smiled. "I'll get it for you."

"No, really, Stacy. I'm good," I stressed.

"You don't even need it." Stacy smirked. "You're blushing."

"I am not," I said, sounding offended, because I was. I was not blushing.

"Who is he?"

"Who?" I tried to play innocent.

Stacy gave me that look she gave when she knew something was up. "Who's the guy that has been mackin' all over you to make you blush?"

I sighed, picking up some of the blushes and touching them with my fingers. "Steve."

Stacy stopped all motion and stared at me. "Come again?"

I cringed. "Don't make me say it again."

"Randle? Steve Randle, like your brother's best friend Steve Randle. Like that asshole who works at the DX Steve Randle?"

I laughed. "It was one time to make Peter go away. And he's not an asshole."

"Oh, my god, you're even defending him!" Stacy gasped out. "You like him!"

"Ew, Stace, no!" I put the blush back and started to walk past her.

Stacy grabbed my arm. "You totally do."

I never really thought about it, but I was pretty sure I didn't.

I took my arm out of her grasp and looked her in the eyes. "I do not like Steve. Steve does not like me."

Stacy smirked, crossing her arms. "Prove it."

I scoffed. "How?"

"Put some moves on him, show him how desirable you are, and see what happens."

"No."

Stacy smirked bigger. "Okay..."

I sighed. "Fine."

Stacy jumped up and down, grabbed my arm and ran out of the convenient store. When we walked into the DX, Steve was the first person I saw, sitting at the counter, looking through a magazine.

"Hey," I said, resting my elbows on the counter.

"Hey," Steve said absentmindedly, not looking up from his car magazine. "What're you doin' here?"

"I need some money. Where's Soda?"

"Back there." Steve gestured, still not looking up.

I looked back at Stacy, shrugging. She squeezed her shoulders together, emphasizing her boobs, then made a flirty face. After her display, she nodded and waved me forward.

I sighed and turned back, placing my elbows on the counter again, squishing my chest together. "Hey, Steve..."

"What?" He looked up for a second, ignoring the part of my body I was trying to make him look at.

I looked back at Stacy, who gestured me forward again. I turned back to Steve and leaned forward across the counter. "I, uh..."

Steve looked me in the eyes, then at my posture and laughed. "The hell are you doin'?"

I sighed, slumping against the counter. "I don't know." I slid off the counter yelling, "Soda!"

"Jilly Bean!" Soda came running, picking me up and spinning me around, being his dramatic self. "I haven't seen you in forever!"

I laughed. "You saw me this morning."

"But that was forever ago." Soda smiled, hitting my arm. "What's up?"

"I need some money."

Soda raised his eyebrows and smiled, but still reached into his back pocket, handing me five bucks. "Don't blow it all in one place."

I smiled. "I won't."

"Now cutout, Jilly," Soda said, walking back to a car in the shop. "We've got a ton of work to do."

I looked around the shop. "Yeah, sure looks like it."

Steve flipped a page of his magazine. "Didn't you hear the guy? Cutout, Jill."

"Don't be such a slug, Steve." I rolled my eyes.

Now he was gonna be an asshole?

The door opened and I heard Stacy giggle. I imagined it was just a cute guy that gave her a wink, so I figured I'd get on the action and turn around.

He was just a pretty boy, nothing special.

"Hey." He smiled at me, then turned to Steve. "My car needs a fill."

Steve looked up from his magazine, but didn't move. "Soda, this guy needs a fill."

"On it." Soda came around, leading the guy outside.

"He's cute." Stacy smiled widely, looking after the guy outside.

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged.

I heard Steve grumble. "He looks like a square."

I laughed. He did kind of look like a square. "Yeah, he does."

Stacy whipped around. "No, he doesn't!"

Steve and I looked at each other and laughed. When I looked back to Stacy, she was smirking and I knew that she had something up her sleeve. I shook my head, but she ignored me.

"Hey, why don't you get out there a flirt with him?"

I shook my head. "I'm good, Stace."

"But he was totally checkin' you out! Right, Steve?" Stacy smirked.

I looked at Steve who looked almost neutral while he looked outside. "I think he was lookin' at you, Stacy." Steve turned to me, fake-smiling. "No offence, Jill."

I pushed his shoulder. "If I'm ugly, you're uglier."

"What?" Steve got off of his stool and took off his jean jacket. "Have you seen these guns?" Steve flexed and I felt my skin burn.

"Oh, real impressive." I rolled my eyes, turning away. "Let's go, Stace."

Stacy, still smirking, walked out of the DX with me. When we were outside, she hit my shoulder repeatedly. "He was so jealous!"

I laughed. "Sure, he was.

"He was!"

"Stacy," I stopped her. "Just because we kissed once, doesn't mean we like each other."

"You were blushing when he was flexing."

"No, I wasn't."

Stacy looked away, not trying to hide a smile. "Sure, you weren't."

"Jill!"

I groaned into my pillow. "What?"

"We're goin' for some football! You comin'?"

"No!" I yelled back with all my energy. Even though it was lunch time, I was still in bed.

"Okay, we'll be back later!"

"Okay!"

I heard the door slam and I rolled off my bed, not bothering to put on pants because I knew I was home alone.

I slumped out of my bedroom and into the kitchen, pouring a bowl of cereal and grabbing the milk when I heard a knock at the door. I groaned and walked over to the door, forgetful of my lack of clothing.

I opened the door and the bright light blinded me for a second. "Hello?" I put my hand over my face.

"Your brother's home?" I tried to slam the door quickly, but Peter stuck his foot in between the door. "Hey!"

I opened the door, adjusting to the light. "What're you doin' here, Peter? If you're here to cop a feel, you're gonna be bummed out 'cause I'm not into it."

"I'm here to talk."

I narrowed my eyes. "You're kidding me, right?"

Peter shook his head. "Can I come in?"

I stood for a second before moving aside and letting him in. "Make it quick."

Peter walking in, smoothly grabbing my waist, shutting the door and trapping me with his arms. "I will be."

I sighed. "What do you want, Peter?"

His arm tightened around me. "I miss you, Jill."

I looked him in the eyes, then shook my head. "You can't be serious."

"I am," Peter tried to sound genuine. He didn't try to hide the fact that he was checking me out. "Nice panties. Can I have them?"

I laughed, not because it was funny, but because I was so surprised that Peter could come to my house and try to get with me after what he did. "I think you've already got some." I tried to push him off of me.

"C'mon, baby..."

I kept trying to push him away. "Get off, Peter."

Peter laughed, leaning in and kissing me. I turned my face to the side as soon as his lips touched mine.

"Peter."

Then my back was being pushed forward as someone tried to open the door.

"Jill?"

Peter detached from me and ran down the hallway, surely about to sneak out of my window. I rolled my eyes and pushed my self off the door, turning around and opening. "Forget something?"

Steve entered the house, looking around suspiciously. "Who was just in here?"

"Me."

"Okay," Steve said, walking over to the kitchen, but still looking around. "Have you seen my shirt around?"

"Which one?" I asked, following him into the kitchen.

Steve had a shirt in his hand by the time I got there. He placed in on a chair and he reached down and grabbed the bottom of the shirt he was wearing.

I turned around. "Steve!"

"What?"

"Don't..." I sighed. "Don't just undress in the middle of my kitchen."

"I'm done."

I turned around to see a very shirtless Steve. I covered my eyes. "Steve!"

"What?" Steve laughed. "What's the big deal, Jill?"

"You're..."

"Shirtless?"

"Yes!"

"It's not like you haven't seen me shirtless before." I heard him say. "You're the one in your undies and you don't see me blushin'."

I pulled my shirt down with my other hand. "I'm not blushing!"

I heard Steve's footsteps neared me as he grabbed my hand to show his smirking face. "You think I'm sharp, don't you?"

I felt like I couldn't breathe very well and I didn't know why. What I did know was that Steve was really close to me and shirtless. "What are you doing?"

Steve looked confused. "What?"

I hesitated. "You kiss me and now you..."

"What?" Steve's voice dropped and I felt my skin grow hot.

"I don't -"

"Did you like it?"

"What?" I breathed out.

Steve smirked. "You know what."

My eye lids started to feel heavy. "I don't know."

Just like at the drive-in, Steve grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my face to his, gently placing his lips on mine. And just like the drive-in, I was surprised but kissed him back.

Unlike the drive-in, I had enough time respond with my body. I placed my arms around Steve's shoulders, one hand staying on his back and the other running through his silky, greasy dark hair.

Steve's hands slipped down by body and gripped my thighs, pulling them up and sitting me on the counter.

Usually I felt uncomfortable if someone did that, particularly Peter.

I pushed Steve away.

Peter was still in the house. If my brother's found out he was -

I covered my mouth as my eyes widened.

My brother's. If my Soda found out that Steve was here, not just changing his shirt, but making out with his sister, I didn't know what he'd do.

Steve just looked at me and breathed heavily. He didn't look guilty, but he didn't look proud.

We both looked down the hallway when there was loud footsteps.

"What was that?" Steve asked, taking his shirt from the chair and slipping it over his head.

"Uh..." I hesitated to tell him. "I don't know."

Steve gave me a hard look. "Is someone here?"

"No."

"Is a guy here?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Jill?" Peter yelled from the hallway. "Are they gone?"

Idiot.

Steve ran out of the kitchen and I ran after him. Peter was standing in the hallway, looking like the idiot he was. I couldn't see Steve's face, but he looked tense.

I jumped on Steve's back, dragging all my weight with him. "Get out of here, Peter!" I yelled, not for the benefit of Peter, but so I wouldn't have to explain it to anyone because I knew Steve wouldn't keep this quiet.

I saw Peter split just as Steve and I rolled around on the floor. "Steve, just -"

"Get off, Jill!"

"No, I -"

"Jill -"

"Steve -"

"Jill, you -" Steve groaned rolling over and pinning me underneath him, trying to catch his breath. "What the hell was he doing here?"

I struggled against his grip. "I didn't ask for him to come over, he just did."

"What did he want?"

"He wanted to talk."

"About what?"

I sighed, slacking against Steve's grip. "He says he misses me."

Steve looked at me to make sure I wasn't lying. "What'd you say?"

"I didn't say it back," I said and we were silent for a good minute. "What are you doing, Steve?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, kissing me, gettin' jealous -"

"I'm not jealous," Steve said in a hard-tone.

I laughed. "Oh, yeah, because you're just being a protective brother figure?"

Steve sighed, letting go of my hands. "Peter's not good for you, Jill."

"And you are?" I asked. "You're Soda's best friend, so what the hell are you playing at?"

"I don't know!" Steve yelled, standing up.

"Do you - I mean, are you..."

"What?" Steve yelled, clearly frustrated.

"Do you want me?" I yelled, matching his frustration. "You didn't just kiss me once, but twice!"

"I don't know, Jill! You're not a kid anymore and you're -" Steve tugged at his hair. "But you're Soda's sister!" Steve quieted, his big hand still in his thick hair. "Why, do you want me?"

"I don't know! I never felt like -" I groaned. "I just don't know!"

It was completely quiet for a hot minute before Steve said, "I should get back. They're waitin' for me."

"Alright," I sighed, turning away and walking down the hallway.

"Jill!"

I quickly looked back into the living room. "Yeah?"

Steve looked at me somberly. "Let's not do this again."

My heart started to ache. "Okay."

"Okay."

"Have fun," I said awkwardly.

"I will."

"Okay."

"Later."

"Yeah, later."

Dinner was awkward.

"Do you have your homework done for tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Yeah, Dare."

"Pony?"

"Yeah."

Awkward silence commence.

"What's goin' on?" Soda asked, hitting Pony's shoulder playfully. "Huh?"

"Just tired." Pony shrugged.

"What about you, Jilly Bean?"

I glanced at Steve, who was looking at me. "Nothin'."

"Alright," Soda said, then turned to Darry, diving into some part of his day.

Pony elbowed me, whispering, "What's goin' on?"

I shook my head. "Nothin'."

"Jill."

I sighed, raising my eyebrows and looking to Steve and mouthed, "Steve."

Pony rolled his eyes and slacked against his chair before sitting up again and looking at me with an exasperated expression. "Kiss?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

Pony shook his head.

"Ow," Steve groaned and narrowed his eyes at Pony, who I assumed just kicked him.

I kicked Pony under the table.

"Ow!" Pony looked at me. "Jill!"

"Pony," Steve growled at the same time I looked at Pony with judgement.

"Pony!"

"Hey, what're you three up to?" Darry asked.

"Nothin'."

All three of us gave the same answer at the same time.

"Okay," Darry said awkwardly. "Well, finish up."

I finished up as fast as I could, so I could just leave the table.