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𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗱𝗲 - 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀 ❝ catch a grenade for ya ❞
nicolette was sweeping her mother's floors while waiting for her mother to come home from the hospital after a long shift, what was going on outside startled nicolette, she peaked through the window to see what was going on; there was a large group of soc boys hollering while heading to the park.
only to realize the only park down her street was where all greasers and socs go for a rumble, knowing soda would be there too, nicolette quickly put on her coat and waited for coast to be cleared.
she put on her tennis shoes despite it being bad for running. opened the door and ran down the street where the greasers and socs already met face to face, there she caught a glimpse of soda's face, he had a poker face while staring down on the socs.
nicolette hid behind the bushes until a hand startled her, she turned around to see johnny with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "god damn it, johnny, ya scared me." she whispered.
"it's been quite a while, nicolette, when'd you get home?" johnny knelt down next to her to watch the rumble.
"now's not the time to ask about my life." nicolette scolded, johnny looked down. "but i did get home last night if you were wondering."
the rumble had just started as everyone got their fists on one another, it frightened johnny a little so he gave nicolette a goodbye hug before walking home. now that the greasers have aged over time, they were old enough to decide whether or not they wanted to attend a rumble, johnny went wise and said 'no'.
nicolette watched soda aim his fist right for bob's nose, she didn't like this side of soda, mainly because she hated fights that end physically. her eyes met soda's but he froze in shock, it made him stop for a moment but nicolette didn't hesitate to run out of the park.
"soda, what the hell you doing, man?! don't just stand there, swing or-" steve scolded but was interrupted by a soc's fist.
soda snapped out of his gaze and continued his business, he didn't know if what he saw was an illusion but he could've swore he saw nicolette's face hiding in the bushes, maybe soda hasn't completely moved on, not after what he saw.
due to his distraction, for the first time in 20 years of rumbles down in tulsa; socs were declared victory. brumly brothers along with the shepherds all sent glares to soda who kept his eyes glued to the bush, even the curtis gang gave him the dirty look.
as they all made it back to the house with a disappointed frown and hatred towards soda, darry went ahead to go grab the first-aid kit for the injured. hell, even darry was mad at soda for causing them the big time loss.
"what the fuck happened out there, man? we fucking lost because of you!" dally slammed the hardwood floor.
"as much as i hate the swearing in my house, i've gotta side with dal on this one." darry shook his head while caring for two-bit right knuckle.
"i think i saw nicolette." soda gazed at the blank tv, everyone but johnny gave him weird stares.
"oh right, nicolette has been home since yesterday." johnny shrugged, pony nudged him to not say anything.
"wait so she came home?!" soda stood up, grabbing johnny by the collars.
"relax, man. i bet you she's at her mom's house." johnny pushed soda off of him.
and with that, soda swung the screen door opened where he ran down the street towards the socs territory, not a single care in the world that the socs saw him during their little celebration.
his feet marched up the front porch stairs, still all covered in mud and water from the rain, his knuckles held high to the door of nicolette's. soda could tell nicolette was home from her bedroom light being on, or so he assumed was her bedroom.
nicolette was busy in her bedroom writing about her journey to vietnam and her relationship timeline with soda, disturbed by the loud banging on her front door. she jumped off the bed in her matching pajamas, slippers on with arms crossed as she forgot to turn off the ac.
nicolette headed downstairs towards the door, hand inches away from the knob, she calmly swung the door open but to change her straight face expression to more of a shocked kind of one.
"s-soda?" nicolette stuttered.
nobody could tell if he was mad or not, not even soda...
