"Judge me and I'll prove you wrong."
Could a greaser as reckless as Dallas and soc as spontaneous as Josephine get along?
All rights to the author of the book "The Outsiders", S.E. Hinton. I don't own anything from her story.
I was finished with my homework after one or two hours. I heard the door creak open. I looked behind to see Cherry. "Hey, Josy are you coming with us tonight?"
"I thought about it and I think I want to. I just finished my studying." Cherry nodded sympathetically. "Then I'm getting ready!" She closed the door as she left. I decided I should get dressed as well.
I freshened up and got dressed and voilà. (Your outfit is something like in the picture below)
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I grabbed a jacket just in case I got cold like before. I went to Cherry's room and knocked on the door. "Hey! Are you ready?"
"Wait a sec." After a few second, she opened the door. She wore a light blue sweat-shirt on top of a knee-length skirt. "I love it!" She giggled. "Thanks. I like yours too. You know your style!" I chuckled and joked. "Yeah, I definitely do!" We were laughing and suddenly I heard a ringing noise.
"Oh, I think it's Bob!" Cherry picked up the phone and I heard her say. "Mhm. Yes, we're downstairs in a minute." She hanged up the phone and turned towards me. "They're here. Let's go out." I nodded and went with her.
Bob, Randy and Marcia were in the car. Marcia's face lit up when she saw us. "Hey guys!" Cherry said hi and we sat with Marcia at the back. In a few minutes, we were at the drive-in.
We got out of the car when we parked somewhere. As we got out, I saw a bottle of visky in Bob's hands. "Bob, why do you have a bottle of visky?" When I asked him that, he quickly tried to hide it behind him but it was too late. Cherry saw it. "Really Bob, again? What do you think you're doing?" She looked mad but upset at the same time.
I remember Cherry telling me about Bob and Randy's drinking problems. She didn't want to date him when he was getting drunk all the time. I understood her. She wanted his best. She loved him, I knew it. She saw something different in Bob. Her face would lit up whenever she saw him.
"Cherry, just relax! I mean just give it a try. You're supposed to be my girlfriend, aren't you?" Cherry got even madder. She said some more stuff and pulled me with her while walking away from the car towards the rows in front of the concession stand. We sat in the front row as there wasn't anyone sitting.
Then, I saw three greasers walking over to the seats behind us. I hear Cherry telling Marcia, "I came here to see a movie, and I'm gonna see a movie." The film started and we were watching the movie when suddenly one of the greasers lighted a match for his cigarette off the chair between me and Cherry. Cherry looked annoyed and I rolled my eyes.
"Two cute redheads, huh?" he leaned forward and asked Cherry in her ear. "Are you real?" I smiled and continued to watch the film. He put up his legs on the seat next to my chair and I heard him fall over with a thud. I couldn't keep myself from laughing. Cherry was smiling too.
