this is a pretty short chapter and not as good as some of my others, but the next chapter will make up for it! Thank you! Read and review!
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"You ready for this?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Aimee answered, smiling shakily and trying to keep her voice from trembling.
Soda shrugged. "They aren't bad people, if that's what you're thinking, but they're labeled that way. You know because of the whole Greaser thing."
"That's not what I was thinking, but do you think they'll like me- being a Soc and all?" She clarified.
Soda grinned and laughed. "They won't care! They only hate jerks, and you, Aimee Brown, are not a jerk."
She smiled, mischievously. "And you, Sodapop Curtis, are not a jerk either, but you can get a big head."
"What?!" Soda yelped, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offense. "How dare you?"
"I know! How rude of me. Here, you are being such a gentleman and I am being terribly rude. Please forgive me," she pouted, but a small smile couldn't stay off of her lips.
Soda humphed and crossed his arms jokingly.
Aimee grinned and kissed him on the cheek. "Now, will you forgive me, Sir Sodapop?" She murmured, popping the p.
Soda's face had turned a frightening shade of crimson. "Uh, yeah, um, uh-huh."
Aimee giggled and hopped out of the truck with new found confidence. She practically skipped up the steps with a still very red Sodapop following behind her.
"After you, my lady," Soda said with a bow as he opened the screen door.
"Why thank you, good sir," she said in that same horrible British accent the two were conversing in.
Aimee stepped inside and all of her confidence left her.
They sure looked scary, despite what Soda told her, and she was unnerved by the way they all spun to face her as she stepped in.
On the sofa, three boys lounged next to each other. One was African American with his legs in braces and big black eyes blinking at her, curiously but definitely not rudely. He wore a black shirt and jeans that had not one hole in them, which was rare for Greaser. They typically wore torn jeans and leather jackets, but they'd all gone out of there way to dress nicely. Sitting in the middle was a boy that looked so much like Sodapop, she immediately knew that this fourteen year old must be Ponyboy. His greenish-gray eyes stared at her, analyzing her every move, and he wore a Navy blue shirt with dark jeans and his hair neatly combed and greased. And the nearest to her was a blonde teen with icy blue eyes glaring at her. The eyes of Dallas Winston. Even he had decided to dress semi decent in a dark green tee and black jeans.
Seated on the floor with a beer in one hand and staring intently at the Mickey Mouse cartoon on the screen was a boy that was pry eighteenish. He wore a light blue T-shirt with old blue jeans, but still nice. Even he turned around to stare at her, Mickey forgotten.
That kid from the DX, Steve, was seated at a card table, waving. His clothes consisted of a white shirt and blue jeans. And in the arm chair was a muscular man she immediately knew was Darry. One, he was the oldest, and two, he was the only one that looked like he could go ten rounds with Chuck Norris without breaking a sweat!
"Hi," she squeaked, waving awkwardly. "I'm Aimee, Soda's girl... girlfriend."
"'Sup?" The guy on the floor said before turning back to the TV.
"That's Two Bit," Soda explained. "He loves Mickey Mouse more than anything in the world."
"'Cept beer!" Two Bit yelled, holding up the bottle.
"Except beer," Soda corrected, rolling his eyes.
"And you know Steve," he gestured to the said teen, who smiled and nodded.
"Hey, Aims!" He called.
"Aims?" She said, questionably.
Steve shrugged. "My new nickname for you."
She shrugged in return. "Why not?"
"And this is Dally," Soda pointed to the oldest teen on the couch.
"So you're the famous Aimee," Dally drawled, leaning forward to get a better look at her.
"Hi," she greeted.
"Watch it, Dally," Soda growled under his breath. "He has a grudge against Socs."
"With a good reason!" Dally barked. "But I actually like her, Soda. Good choice."
"Better than good," Soda corrected, laughing at Aimee's scarlet skin. "And that's Johnny."
She knew Johnny from all the papers and she grinned at the smiling boy.
"Hey, Aimee!" He said with a wave of his hand.
"And last but not least, we have Darry and Ponyboy," Soda waved his hands in his brothers' directions.
"Welcome to our home, Aimee," Darry smiled.
"Nice to see you," Pony nodded with a grateful smile. She suspected that Soda had told him that she'd been the one to help him after the prank.
Aimee wound up having a good time with the gang, playing cards and whopping their butts each and every time; dancing around to the tunes on the music channel; soaking Steve with water as a trick. It was all so different from Marcia's get togethers or the family nights the Browns should have but never do that Aimee found herself longing to be a Greaser, regardless of money or status or any of that junk.
Alas, the time came when they had to say goodbye and after hugging the gang members and promising to return the following week, she and Sodapop left. The couple decided to step walk home, so that they could have more alone time.
"Sooo..." Soda mumbled, "what'd you think of the gang?"
"I loved them, Soda!" Aimee exclaimed. "Is it always like that?"
"Well, yeah," Soda told her, looking confused. "Why?"
Aimee looked away. "My family and friends aren't big on fun. When we do get together, we really just sit around for an hour and then leave. That was the most fun I've had in ages!"
"Well, feel free to come around whenever you want," he took her hand and grinned. "Our door is always open."
"Thanks, Soda. Love you." She kissed him on the cheek and walked into her house.
"Love you too!" He called.
As Soda strolled home, he smiled to himself and cradled the cheek his girlfriend had lightly kissed minutes ago. Tonight had been perfect.
Until... "Oi, Greaser!"
Soda spun around just in time for a fist to connect with his nose and for him to go tumbling to the sidewalk...
A cliffhanger! And not a bad one, I hope! Stay tuned for next time and feel free to leave suggestions! Review, please.