Author's Note: I don't own Grease nor Grease 2 or any of the Character. The only thing is the plot to the story and a few characters of my own
Summary: Grease 2 Au. One Shot. What if the T-Birds and Pink Ladies hadn't turned up just as Michael was about to reveal the true identity of the 'Cool Rider' to Stephanie? How would that have changed the course of the movie?
AN: Here's Chapter 2. Enjoy
Chapter 2
"Yea and what offer what that be Johnny" I asked taking a drag my cigarette. I didn't need to look behind me to know that the Pink Ladies where watching through the window behind me.
"I just to need to know something Shakespeare before we start to discuss this here deal" Johnny stated putting the kick stand out on his motorcycle.
"And what exactly would that be Johnny" I responded taking one final drag of my cigarette and stamped out with my motorcycle boot.
"What exactly are your intentions with Steph? I don't want her getting hurt" Johnny said somewhat straight to the point
"Johnny. I have no intention of every leavening or hurting Stephanie. I love her. I know what's it like to be burned by someone who supposedly 'loves' me," I truthfully admitted.
"But there's a slight problem in your plan if you want your relationship with Steph to be public knowledge. Steph's the head of the Pink Ladies. And the Code state's "
"That the Pink Ladies are T-Bird Chick's till graduation" I said finish what he was about to say.
"Yea something like that. But how do you know the codes of the T-Birds and Pink Ladies." Johnny asked.
"Dolores told me a little" Was all I said. Johnny nodded and turned his head as the screen door to the office of the gas station opened.
"You know where the old warehouse district is on West Mile Rd" Johnny asked. I nodded in reply.
"Meet us there tomorrow at noon" Johnny said just as the Stephanie and girls walked outside.
"Johnny. Didn't I say stay out of my life" Steph said walking up stood beside me.
"I'm not. I was talking to Shakespeare here that's all. Paulette you want a ride home " Johnny said turning his attention to his girlfriend.
"No thanks I'm getting a taxi home with the girls" Paulette dismissed him still pissed of what Johnny had said to her not half and hour ago.
"I'll see you later then" Johnny said kicking his motorcycle into gear and left. About twenty minutes later the Pink Ladies left.
That just left me alone there. I leaned against the handlebars of my motorcycle think of what had happened tonight. A smile came over my face when I remembered what had finally happened.
Well Steph knew who the 'Cool Rider' was now and it was a high possibility that there would a lot of rumours flying around the halls of Rydell High on Monday. Not that I really cared about what people though.
After a fifteen- twenty-minute ride back to my Aunt and Uncle house. I pulled into the driveway. I put the kickstand out on my motorcycle and shut off the engine.
Morning came quicker then I thought. I was halfway through writing the Hamlet Essay for Miss Mason's English Class. I had been up since about six that morning. There was a knock on the door of the Nuclear Fallout Shelter that was dubbed as my room.
"It's Open," I muttered half to my self as I tired to think of what to write next on my Hamlet essay.
"Nice digs big brother" I glanced over to see my younger brother Patrick. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.
"Pat. What are doing here?" I asked putting down my pen before I dropped.
"Well our dear mother and father have decided to move here to America. Seeing as your already here and all" Patrick explained as he leaned against the wall.
"Great. So are they staying permanently or just until I finish high school in six weeks." I asked going back to writing the Hamlet Essay.
"Buggered if I know Michael. Yea know Sarah Hamilton that bird your where dating before you left is going out with your former mate Roy" Patrick commented.
"That be good for them. I'm over Sarah anyway," I said continuing to write.
"So whose this American bird your hung up on" Patrick tried to pry information out of me about Stephanie.
"None of your business Pat" I said trying to ignore him as best I could.
"Oh come Mike just tell me already and I promise I won't tell Ma. You know what's she's like and about 'proper' behaviour between children of our generation and how back in her day she didn't do things like we do know" Patrick whined like a three year old.
"Fine if it will shut you up. Her names Stephanie and that's all I'm going to tell you so bugger off" I said going back to attempting to write the essay for English.
"What so have you bonked her yet?" Patrick asked,
"Pat. I'm not like you I don't love em and leave em like you do," I said ignoring him for the most part.
"What so I've had a few birds in my time. And stop dodging the question. What's this bird of your like" Patrick asked
I was about to reply when there was another knock on the door of the Nuclear Fallout Shelter. I didn't say anything as the door opened and my father walked inside.
"Patrick your mother wants to see you. I want to talk to your brother in private," Our father said. Patrick only nodded and head back towards the house.
"Your aunt said you've only got six weeks left of school left before you Graduate." My father said striking up conversation.
"Yea that would be about right," I said not paying much attention to my father as I continued to write the Hamlet Essay.
"Whatever happened between you and Sarah Hamilton anyway?" My father asked. I threw my pen down in frustration.
"She thought it'd be a good idea to start seeing Roy behind my back that's what happened. Now can we please change the subject? I've moved on with my life" I stated picking my pen up and attempted for maybe the fifth time to finish writing the essay for Miss Mason's English Class.
"Ok. Ok. So does this girl you've move on with have a name?" My father asked more carefully this time.
"Stephanie is her name. And we're not officially going out, not yet anyway" I said hoping that would stop my father asking any more questions.
A few hours later I had finished Hamlet essay for the T-Birds and myself. There was twenty bucks in it for me per essay I wrote this time around. I threw on my leather jacket over the white tee shirt I was wearing.
I had opted for a pair of jeans rather then my usual leather pants. I was heading towards my motorcycle with my helmet and goggles in hand.
"You mind Pat," I asked strapping on my helmet as I walked over to my motorcycle.
"Wait this is your motorcycle. Since when did you have cycle." Patrick asked.
"Since maybe four and a half months ago. It cost me a hundred bucks and another fifty or so to fix it up," I explained getting onto my motorcycle and put my kickstand in.
"Where are you going?" He asked yet another question.
"Out for a while. I won't be back for at least a few hours," I said pulling on my goggles and kicked my motorcycle into gear.
After a twenty-minute ride I reached the old warehouse district on West Mile Rd. I rode around for another ten or so minutes before I spotted the T-Birds. I pulled up about a couple meters away from where they parked.
"So what was the offer you had for me Johnny?" I asked leaning against my motorcycle.
"This" Johnny stated as he threw something over to me. I caught it and glanced at what it was.
"You mean you want me to join the T-Birds." I asked in disbelief of what they where asking.
"That would be the general idea Shakespeare." Johnny said matter of factually.
"Alright Then" I answered slipping on the T-Bird jacket, which was know mine.
"Just one more thing Shakespeare. I know we cleared this up last night. But just a word of warning. You hurt Steph in anyway shape or form you'll answer to us," Johnny stated. I only nodded I had no intention of ever hurting Steph.
"By the way you guys owe my eighty dollars," I said reaching into the saddlebags of my motorcycle and pulling out the four respective Hamlet Essay I had written for them.
Without much grumbling or moaning on their part. The boys handed over the cash they where paying me for writing the essays. We parted ways after another ten minutes.
On the ride from West Mile Rd to my Aunt and Uncle's house. I could only imagine what would happen on Monday. When it was revealed that I was now a member of the T-Birds and dating Stephanie Zinone the leader of the Pink Ladies.
I would most likely guess it would no take long for word to spread just whom the 'Cool Rider' really was to spread around the hallways of Rydell High.