𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 :: 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴

𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦.

𝘺/𝘯

my white laced socks began shaking up and down in boredom in not knowing what to do while cynthia and dad were gone, tonight they were celebrating cynthia's 27th birthday which was something a 14 year old girl wouldn't want to do, especially when their stepmother is barely 15 years older than them. my fingers began to feel sore from switching the channels on the remote that i have completely forgotten about soda's invitation.

i stood and headed to my bedroom to put on a light jacket since it was a bit chilly out, i put on my mary janes before walking out. none of the children were out in the neighborhood like usual, it was 6 pm and you'd be seeing them playing hopscotch on the grey pavement where some socs get gunned down by greasers for money, jewelry, and more i can't really think of.

"hiya y/n!" my neighbor, boris called out.

now boris is a widower since 1959, his wife died from a brain tumor. they were know as the henry's on saint avenue, where the rich folks live including my dad and cynthia. boris' wife, darlene, was a lovely lady actually. before my parents divorce, darlene always invited my mother and grandmother for a game of cards and tea, they were pretty much inseparable in the neighborhood, especially my grandmother, lois, she died when in 1962, a year after my grandfather.

"oh hey, boris!" i stopped by his fence.

"no kids eh? guess the cold weather's taking in the world." he laughs. "father hasn't come out to rake those leaves?"

"just the lazy bum he is." i shrugged, he laughs. "kidding, he's just been very busy lately after him and mother divorced."

"i see, we'll make sure to tell your father to stop by, it's been a while since i've talked to him." boris requested.

"will do!" i saluted. "see you around, boris."

he waved with the rake standing up by him as i walked down the street to the border, even the east side was more emptier than the west. there were a bunch of beer cans, old stomped on cigarettes, and abandoned shoes lying around on the sides. every time my shoes crunched every leaf, it was like there was double the noise behind me.

i kept trying to focus on what's ahead of me but part of me wanted to just turn around and see who was sneaking from behind, which was the dumbest idea making me the dumb person and turning around. i face a tall figurine dressed in a leather jacket of course, however it didn't match dallas, i soon connected the dots where i met the eyes of a shepherd, curly shepherd.

"hey doll, what's a pretty face like yours doing in the streets of the east." curly asks.

"hello curly." i crossed my arms, looking up at him.

"y/n?! gosh, long time no see! how's that boyfriend of yours, ponyboy?" he smirks.

"he ain't my boyfriend and never will be so fuck off." sent him the finger and walked away.

"if you headin' to the curtis, i wouldn't if i were you." he suggested.

"why not?" i turned, basically slamming myself onto the ground.

"angela went over there, i was sent to go get her but i kinda didn't want to." he shrugged.

"big deal, it's just angela." i rolled my eyes.

"okay, but if jealousy hits you right there, then mark my words." he said before disappearing into the dark.