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Rating: T
Author Notes: Okay, here goes another chapter. Gomen nasai. I keep on forgetting to put Johnny in there! I'm really sorry.
cough- On to the fic.
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
I looked around as the greasers were getting ready to go to the party. Actually, they weren't really getting ready. They were just . . . waiting, I guess. 'Cause it wasn't supposed to start yet. But anyway, Steve and Soda were arm wrestling, and Ponyboy was talking to this one guy . . . shoot, I actually forgot his name.
But I'll remember later. Anyway, I haven't seen that kid much; he just kept on avoiding me and everything. He hangs around a lot with Ponyboy and Dally and stuff . . . like I care. But he kind of reminds me of Chris.
"Are we going yet?" I asked, slouching in my seat on the couch.
"After . . ." Soda stopped, trying to hold his arm up, "I beat . . ." once again, he paused, gritting his teeth. " . . . Steve . . ."
"Like hell you will," Steve grinned, shoving all his force onto Soda's arm, pinning it down in that one moment. "Hah! Who wins again?" he asked, standing up.
"Hey, not fair!"
"What're you talkin' 'bout? I won you fair and square!"
"B-but you were just messin' with me!"
"I was letting you use up all your energy before pinnin' you down . . . and messin' with your head. It's called strategy, not cheating!"
"Aw, man!"
I looked at the clock, which hung above the television. It was almost time to go. I opened my mouth to say something, but instead, Two-Bit said it. "Are we goin' yet?" he asked, getting up. He was wearing his leather jacket, but there was something bulging out of its inside pocket. I cocked a brow.
"What the fuck's wrong with your jacket, man?" then, I paused for a moment. 'Holy shit. I sound like a fucking greaser now.'
Two-Bit looked down at his jacket and shrugged. "Dunno. Looks okay to me. It ain't ripped or anythin', is it?"
"He means the fucking big bump sticking out of it, stupid," Dally told him coolly.
"Oh . . . that's . . ." Two-Bit looked around, trying to think of what to say. I rolled my eyes. "It's . . ." his voice became above a whisper, "Darry's newspaper. I mean, he's hooked to newspapers, man, he always read 'em! He fetches 'em like a dog, too!"
I cocked a brow at him. "Okay . . ." and looked back up at the clock. "Now can we go?"
"I guess," Steve said, getting up from his seat. "I can beat Soda again tomorrow."
"Hey!"
"Let's go, Johnny," I heard Ponyboy say to the kid he was talking to. Johnny. Oh, yeah. That was his name. Anyway, some of us went to Two-Bit's car, while the others went in Dally's. I jumped into Two-Bit's, because Dally still gives me that look like he's gonna rip me from limb to limb. And I'm never in the mood to be ripped from limb to limb.
"This is your first ever greaser party, huh, Davy?" I twitched when Two-Bit called me that. When people call me that, it makes me feel like they either want something from me or my fly ain't zipped.
"No, I've been to millions," I said sarcastically.
"Oh, yeah? Then you know what we're gonna do?" Obviously, Two-Bit didn't pick up my sarcasm. What an idiot.
"I was being sarcastic."
Two-Bit just sat there for a moment, steering the car, not saying anything. Finally, he said, "Right . . ." and I rolled my eyes. If I could run a stupid carnival, Two-Bit'd be the main attraction. I was thinking of this when Two-Bit said, "Should we tell 'im?"
"Dunno," Steve replied. "I mean, he's like . . . a Soc."
"Was a Soc," Soda corrected him. That brought me back to the absolutely sick feeling of me remembering that I was a greaser now. Not just a greaser, a homeless greaser. I rubbed my head, because it started to hurt. Why was this happening to me!
"Hey, man, you okay?"
I didn't reply to that. Instead, I just kept on rubbing my head, though after a while, it only made my headache worse.
"Davy?"
"Don't call me that," I hissed, and then everyone in the car became quiet. I wondered why they did for a second, but then it hit me. I sounded just like that 'evil' Soc they had known before.
"We're sorry, okay?" Soda put in. I knew all of them were about ready to jump me—3 against 1 if I went back to being my Soc-like self.
"S'okay," I muttered, looking out the window. I wondered if we were almost there, because that drive seemed to take forever. And it made me really nervous, because I could sense the raw tension in the air. For those minutes, it was back to a greaser-Soc fight between us. I was ready to fight them, and they were ready to fight me. They wouldn't hesitate to pull out blades on ol' 'Davy'.
But finally, we got there in complete silence. "So . . ." I began, annoyed by the quietness, "What's that thing in your pocket, Two-Bit?"
And just like that, they forgave and forgot. Greasers are like that. If they fight against each other in a rumble or something, they can go back to being friends right after. I thought it was weird, but now I'm thankful, because if they weren't like that, they probably would've killed me that night.
"We have a plan," Two-Bit grinned.
"Obviously," I muttered. "What's the plan?"
"Er, it's not really a plan, but we're gonna do something that's gonna get a hell load of people mad at us tomorrow."
"Oh, yeah?" I spun around to see Dally along with Ponyboy and Johnny. "What's your big plan?"
"We're gonna—"
His next words made me wonder how simple-minded he really was.
Author Notes: W00t. Cliff hanger. XD You can find out what it is in the next chapter! And I'm so sorry that it took me so damn long to get this next chapter up. I'm really busy, and I have a whole load of stuff that I need to update. x x;
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