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: Alright here's Chapter 9. To answer GreendayU294's question about the tattoo. Michael got it in memory of the man that he and his brother Patrick are named after. Reviews, Feedback and Chapter ideas would be greatly appreciated. I hope the end of this chapter is filled with enough drama for you.
Chapter 9
I woke just after seven the next morning. I had opted to see on the couch rather than the floor of room Sandy had given me to use while I was visiting. I saw a note on the fridge that caught my attention.
It read that Sandy and Danny had classes for most of the day. That meant it was just going to be me and Steph here by ourselves for the rest of the day. I grabbed my self some breakfast. After finishing up breakfast I cleaned up the dirty plates and dishes.
I grabbed some clean clothes to change into. Half an hour later I was sitting out on the front porch. My pack of Cigarettes sat on the table next to the half empty beer.
I had my head in A Farewell To Arms. I had finished The Catcher In The Rye a few days before. I heard the screen door opened. I didn't look up as I knew who it was seeing as there was only the two of us at the house
I creased the page at the start of Chapter 4. I shut the book and set it on the table next to my half-finished beer and pack of smokes' grabbed the beer and took a sip.
"How's your shoulder" Steph asked as she pulled a cigarette from the pack that lay on the table as well as my lighter.
"It's alright. I thought you quit smoking" I said taking another of my beer and stretching out in the chair to get a little more comfortable.
"Indulging every once and a while isn't that bad" She said taking drag of the cigarette. I nodded and pulled out from the pack for myself. I got up after having finished my beer and went to get another or maybe two. I grabbed the two beers from the fridge and went back outside with the two beers in hand.
I handed one to Steph before cracking the top off my own beer. I took a long sip just watching the street.
"So do you know what you want to do after graduation?" Steph asked maybe after ten minutes of silence.
"I don't know maybe the military for few years or something" I said taking a sip of my second beer.
"Why the Military" Stephanie ask curious as to why I was think about a career in the military over attending college or something like that.
"I guess I sort of wanted to join military since I was a kid. I guess follow in the family tradition. Both sides of my family, most of the men joined the Military, Air Force or Navy at one time or another. "I explained.
We sat in silence after that. I got up go throw the empty beer bottles in the trash. It was maybe couple of hours later. We were both sitting the living room doing nothing in particular.
Steph was half asleep with her head in my lap while I played with her hair mindlessly. It was just going to be lazy Saturday not having to worry about School work, chores and other mind numbing boring shit that we had to worry about back at home.
I knew there would be trouble when we got back tomorrow. Not from Stephanie's parent or from my father but rather my mother. I had already had a bad argument with her once this week and that had been Tuesday night before I had left to go bowling with the T-Birds and the Pink Ladies at the local blowing alley.
That's why I had been a filth mood the next day which lead to mine and Steph's first major fight as a couple. I knew there was going to be more to come in the future. Most likely about my choice of career most likely being one of them.
The argument had been in partly about the fact I didn't want to come and live with them. But what had it set off had been when she had seen my tattoo on my right shoulder I had gotten in memory of my Uncle Patrick who had dead before I had been born.
She had started to say something stuff about how I was going end as a career criminal just because I had one tattoo and to add to the fact that I wore a leather jacket and rode a motorcycle that made me Criminal material apparently.
Stephanie glanced up her boyfriend. He looked to be deep in thought about something or other. Her own thoughts turned back to last night. She had been surprised to learn that Michael knew not only Danny Zuko but a group of older T-birds only due to Sandy his cousin was dating Danny Zuko.
Wither anybody else of the T-Birds or Pink Ladies knew she didn't know. She had been generally surprised when they had been talking about what their plans for the future what they were going to do after graduation in a few weeks; Michael had told in no uncertain terms he was going to join the Military after graduation.
It was somewhat surreal that in a few short weeks that where graduating from high school. Wither or not they all kept in touch after graduation was not certain.
The rest of day faded away slowly but surely. Danny and Sandy where still at lectures and what not at the college they attended together. I was struggling to keep my eyes open as I read the last page of Chapter 15 of A Farwell To Arms. I creased the page and closed the book and threw it down on the coffee table in front of me. I got up and went into the kitchen to grab a beer.
Steph was curled up in one of the arm chairs with a magazine open and was fast asleep. I grabbed the beer from the fridge just as I heard a car engine pull up into the driveway.
I glanced out the kitchen window near where the fridge was just as Danny and Sandy got out of the car. I cracked open the beer and threw the cap in the trash and headed back into the living room.
"Hey Mike" Danny greeted me as he walked into the living room. I only nodded due I had taken a long sip of my current beer.
"How was the boring life of a college student today" I asked popping my feet up on the coffee table.
"What are you asking about that for anyway? You're going to be going to college in September right: "Danny stated as he walked into the kitchen to grab something.
"I'm not going to college Danny. I'm joining the military after I graduated in a few weeks" I explained to him as he walked back into the living room with beer in hand.
We arrived back in Rydell about three a clock in the afternoon. It was just on four when I pulled into my aunt and uncle's driveway. I had dropped Stephanie off, before I headed home.
I noticed my mother and father's car was parked in the driveway. Oh great, my day just got better. I grabbed my bag from the back of my motorcycle and headed towards my room to dump my gear before most likely go to face the music or rather the firing squad.
I walked up to the house and headed in through the back door. My Uncle Jack and my father sat in the kitchen drinking beer and quietly talking to one another took a seat at the kitchen table without so much as a word a grabbed a beer from the half-finished six pack of beer.
"How was yea trip to LA" My uncle Jack asked grabbing another beer from almost finished six pack and handing another to my father.
"Yea it was good to catch up with Sandy and Danny" I said taking another sip of my beer.
"So are they coming to your graduation in a few weeks" My father asked having nearly down half of his beer.
"Yea they are and probably the School Talent Show which is in a couple of weeks and a week before graduation." I said taking another sip of my beer.
"School Talent Show. I wasn't aware you were performing" My father asked slightly confused. Maybe he had a little too much to drink today was all it was.
"I'm not performing per say. I was volunteered to play the piano for them" I explained.
An hour later and few more beers. Both my father and Uncle Jack were just about plastered. I could hold my own against the best of them in the liquor department. My Aunt Edna and my mother walked in just as my father was about to fall out of chair due to a joke my Uncle had told just before.
"Michael how much have they had to drink" My Aunt asked as my uncle nearly did the same thing when he reached for his beer.
"Maybe a couple of six packs. They were half way through one when I came in an hour ago" I said taking one last sip of my beer. I had a few myself. But I wasn't as or nearly drunk as my uncle and father combined.
"Come on you two let's get you two sobered up a little if that's possible" Aunt Edna muttered to herself as she lead the two drunken stooges to sober up. I grabbed empty beer bottles and began to clean up the mess that they had made in the kitchen.
"Michael you could have at least taken the alcohol away from them. " My mother started in on me as I threw the empty beer bottles in the trash.
"Uncle Jack and Dad are two grown men, 'mom'. If they want to drink get drunk then that's their choice." I stated as I grabbed a damp cloth to wipe down the table.
"That kind of attitude won't get you very far in university" My mother sneered. I held my temper for now.
"Well sorry to disappoint you mother. But I'm not going to university. I'm joining the military" I half snarled at her as I rinsed out the dirty cloth.
"I betting she put you up to this" My mother returned fire. I knew who was talking about. She was blaming my girlfriend for something she hadn't even done.
"You leave Stephanie out of this mother. If I want to join the military after I graduated then that is my decision. I'm eighteen and legally an adult so you have no right to dictate what I can and cannot do" I yelled back.
"I don't know what's gotten into you Michael. Even since you came here to America you have changed. You no longer the son I remember" She said not all that upset that I had yelled at her just before.
"Well if you don't like then go back to bloody England" I yelled at top of my lungs I slammed the back door shut for good measure. I kicked my motorcycle into gear. I was pissed and the alcohol in my system was helping matters.
Anger was still boiling hot in my veins after half an hour of riding around. It was starting to get dark. What the. I saw a small boy run into the street. I steered away so that I wouldn't hit him.
My motorcycle struck a parked car. I went flying over the handlebars and the parked car also before landing on the pavement of the sidewalk with a sickening thud. It all went blank after that.