Ahhh... And everything falls apart... T3ii3 and I were near tears as we wrote this sequel... It hurt to write, it did. - Scitah
Vance thought a moment, then smirked, "Your place."
"Maybe if you talked it over instead'a yellin' at each other!" he exclaimed.
"If you're so fucking invested in mine and Johnny's relationship, why don't you fucking date him?! HM? I tried speaking with him! I-" She then unleashed a frustrated scream and breathed heavily, glancing around to find her words as they jumbled in her head.
Turning, she shook her head and left, ignoring everything as she even passed Eva and Vance and headed to Eva's where she packed her bags and made a b-line for Dillan's, knocking on his door with her duffel over her shoulder and her box in her hands.
The door opened and Dillan blinked at Sally, "Sally? What happened?"
She frowned, "Can I come in?" Dillan nodded and stepped aside, beckoning her in and as he shut the door, he asked, "Are you bleeding?"
Eva smirked at Vance and offered a hand to the younger male, "Let's not let her ruin the mood, hm?"
After the blow-up, about a month later, pushing towards Christmas the Greasers had fallen apart.
Sally was gone- no one saw her, not even at school, and with her went the Jocks.
Vance seemed to drift away as well, spending most, if not all of his time, with Eva.
The other stayed in the Tenements, Norton, Peanut and Hal sharing leadership.
The Tenements fell back into disrepair.
Johnny was home, sort of. He stayed at home strictly when he needed to, other wise he was at the junkyard, the BMX garage, or staying over-time at the Auto Shop on campus.
Sally was sitting in the living room with Mary and Dillan as they chatted lightly about winter and Christmas.
"So, I told Johnny, to get out of the snow and as he yells back that he won't catch a cold, he starts this long chain of sneezes! It was adorable, and quite annoying!" Mary tittered, lightly grabbing onto Dillan's forearm.
Dillan laughed, flirting just as much with Mary as she was flirting with him. Sally found it slightly cute, yet quite uncomfortable…
Clearing her throat, Sally gained their attention, "Mary… You know… Dillan's hosting a Christmas Party… I'm sure you're quite welcome to join us… And a few of the neighbors…"
Mary turned in shock to Dillan who lightly blushed, "A party?! Oh, that will be fantastic!"
"A-are you sure you would want to come? I mean, it's a bunch of my neighbors and I know they can be a little… Uh…" He paused for the word, so Sally chimed in.
"Rude? Inbred? Snobs? Materialistic? Whores? Pimps?" She listed with a grin.
Dillan sighed, "Drafty! The word I was searching for was Drafty…" he gave her a reprimanding glance which sent Sally into a fit of snickers.
"Oh… I don't mind. As long as I'm around either you or Sally, I'm sure I'll be fine." Mary gushed, causing both herself and Dillan to blush and Sally to make a face. "Speaking of being around…" she turned to Sally who immediately got up.
"I'll go see if the mails here!" Sally nearly shouted, rushing out of the room.
Dillan frowned in confusion, "But… I already got the mail…"
Winter Break soon came to be and a few days in was Christmas Eve! So, two days before, Sally, Mary, and Dillan decided to go dress shopping for Mary and Sally.
Sally was standing in front of a mirror, in a dress that had no straps and fit strangely because it wasn't for a muscled female who didn't vomit every meal! "I hate these dresses! None of them fit right! They're either too big, too small, too poofy, or too long, or even too damned short! This is why I prefer thrift shops and Cheap Depots!"
Mary showed Dillan a certain cocktail dress, black down the middle and golden subtle sequence down the sides and nodded to each other before handing it to Sally.
"Try that, dear?" Mary offered.
"What is it? Underwear?" Sally scoffed, "It's so small! It would never fit me!" she sighed out of frustration.
"Sally. Just go try it on." Dillan smirked, pocketing his hands as Mary attached herself to one of his arms.
"Fine." Sally groaned and walked into the dressing room.
Dillan and Mary shared a glance and waited until they heard, "Oh. My. God."
"What is it? Does it fit?" Mary called.
"Uh… Actually… Yes. It fits." Sally said.
"Care to show us how it looks?" Dillan asked with a small chuckle.
There was a small silence until the latch unhooked and Sally stepped out.
Dillan and Mary gaped.
Sally. Looked. Fantastic!
"Wow." Mary stammered out as Sally smiled and turned a little.
Dillan blinked and glanced around, "You need to cover up a little… Uh…"
Sally laughed, "Then this is the dress!"
The shop clerk came over and gasped, "My gosh! You look fabulous!" Then clicked her tongue, "I have just the shoes…" and vanished into the back only to reappear seconds later to reveal the black silk shoes with small intricate glitter designs, "Here. Try these."
Sally, having taken her shoes and socks off long ago, shrugged, "Why not?" and dropped them to the floor and slipped them on. "Wow… They're perfect!"
Moving in front of the three tilted mirrors, Sally turned this way and that as the three watched in awe.
"Uh.. Ma'am? D'you have anything to… Uh… Cover up certain parts of her body?" Dillan asked, looking to the clerk.
Stacey, the Clerk, blinked a little, "Only shoulder wraps and furs… But we did get an overstock of last seasons button ups in Fall colors."
"The dress is obviously fall colored… Let's see these shirts?"
Stacey left and came back with a rack of various shirts, and as Sally looked over, she immediately hopped down from the platform and began to pick through, "Ew, ew, ew, yuck, disgusting, ugly, gross, ew, yuck, ew, ew, ewwww-wait a minute!" and she pulled out a strange jacket that almost a mustard yellow but was more brown… A soft material life petting a clean cat, yet shined like good silk.
It's collar folded over and it's sleeves were ¾ length.
Slipping it on, the jacket fit snuggly and went past the dress but split in the back, and she rolled to sleeved up a little past her elbows.
Mary pursed her lips, "This outfit is missing something…" and glanced around until she found a black sun hat with a deep golden silk ribbon and a small bit of black shear material draping over the side. She grabbed it off the mannequin and plopped it on Sally's head and pushed her in front of the mirrors.
"Maybe some yellow nylons and have her hair wavy and clipped to the back of her head and draped over her shoulder kind of sloppy, in the neat sort of way?" Stacey offered, walking over and moving Sally's hair.
Sally grinned, "Alright. I'm in."
"You'll be the envy of the night, dear." Mary offered with a smile.
"I plan on it." Sally chuckled.