🔪 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐁𝐐 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐞 [𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨]

The Nightly Double(s) pt. 2

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That was my first mistake.

So I did my thing y'know, I went in line to order the drinks. Once it was my turn the lady at the concession stand gave me a look like she knew something. Like she knew the fate of the universe, when it would end and how all our lives would turn out. I brushed it off, because I'm a bee, not an existential bee!!

"Hey lady, two cokes please, and mix one of them with Scotch!" I leaned on the counter and counted my $100 bills. Hah, people here wish they could be me.

"We don't sell alcohol loser," she said, and turned around. She had black hair, a white headband and a purple dress. What a loser.

"Anyways here's your cokes, and uh, be quick, you don't want to- miss the movie. Yeah, don't miss it." she said and looked me straight in the eye. Huh, why was she being so suspicious for?!?

Weirdo.

I walked back, strutting my hips as I went, to my seat. Unfortunately when I got there what I saw was not my seat but a couple of ugly fugly ass hoes. And they were...

Beating Johnny up.

I chugged my Scotch-spiked coke. Oh hell no.

"Take that bitchy puss!!" one dude cried.

"you're mine" a girl with short red hair said, trying to pull Johnny's pants off. I think her name was Molly or some shit I dunno I see her around in school. She a big fat hoe though, and what business does she got trying to get in MY Johnnycake's pants. I growled like the alpha I am and she burst into tears and ran away. Was that a gunshot wound in her leg??? Whatever, die whore.

There's only room for one hoe in this town and that's ME.

I walked right up to the guy who was punching my buggy wuggy baggie boobsie cutie patootie honey creampie jawneycakes and tried to slug him in the face. He had really ugly rings, like, they were so fucking ugly, not even Satan would condone something like this.

Fashion disaster aside, I found myself on the floor and my head ringing. I just got owned, I think. I can hear Johnny shouting in the midst of my paralysis. I try and stand back up on my two hot feets.

I had no idea what to do so I went back and threw Johnny's coke at the ring guy. He started sobbing and crying.

"Y-You'll pay for this, dumb hoe!" he screamed. I just twerked in his face. "A-And your stupid boyfriend! I'm not done with him yet!"

"Eat my ass!" I hissed. He ran away like a little piggy. Hah. I flip my hair dramatically and end up giving myself whiplash I think but I don't give a damn because, whiplash or not, I'm so fab, 24/7.

I turned back to Johnny who was shaking like crazy, an absolutely frightened-to-death look in his eyes. His face was bruised and bloody and his jacket was all tattered. He just stared blankly and wouldn't stop heaving, struggling to breathe like he was dying.

I think he's just jelly, teehee!

"Don't worry babe you can eat my ass too." I said, winking.

Johnny didn't say a word.

"Ugh." I scoffed. "Anyways, why were those whores beefing with you?"

"They've got some dumbass score to settle with ol' Johnny and me, that's why." a gruff voice sounded from behind me. I squealed like a little mousie.

"Dalliana?!" I shrieked.

"Dallas." he corrected, burning holes into my face. "Winston." Golly geebus! What did I ever do to him?

Dallas rolled his eyes. "They think we picked up on their girls the last time we've been here," he gestured around the Nightly Double. Huh!

"Woah, Johnny got some?" I asked, in awe. Johnny turned red. I was kind of jealous. Kindddd of. But I know better than to show it.

"No way," he said. "That was Dally. He tried shooting his shot with a redhead. C-Cherry, I think was 'er name."

I scowled. God, that whore! She was dating Bob. That guy that tried to beat up Johnny I think. Damn, Dally needs to up his chick game. Or at least do some research, if he can even read. Does a dumb yankee hood like him even know what the alphabet is??

"Sherri Valance. The school's number one dumbass hoe..." I muttered under my breath. Dally raised an eyebrow at me, before Johnny continued doing the talking.

"There was Cherry and another girl, Marcia. Anyway, Dally was bothering Cherry, but when I told him to leave 'er alone he stormed off an' me and Ponyboy were left. We just started talkin', and when the movie was over, their boyfriends came along... they were drunk and then tried to start a fight..." his voice faded out, and he looked small and scared again. To tell you the truth I was only really paying attention to his accent cuz' it was hot and sexy and didn't follow along with the story at all.

"Uh-huh, I see I see!" I said, nodding my head up and down. I did not, in fact, see shit.

"Well, there ya' go," Dally said.

"Socs can't see sense to save their lives. Holdin' fuckin' grudges and all that." he was mumbling from the cigarette hanging out of his lips. He reached into his jacket pockets for a lighter.

"Not like you can see much sense either, Tucker Winston..." I drawled, draping an arm over Johnny's shoulder, who went tense at my words. Dally stared at me. He stared.

"D-Dally-" Johnny started, before Dallas interrupted him.

He held his cigarette between his fingers and pointed right at me, like he was trying to summon knives out of his fingertips or some anime shit. "Fuck you, Bee-bitch, fuck you."

I bit my lip and did an over-dramatic schoolgirl shudder. "Oh yes, degrade me more daddy!"

Needless to say, not much was said the rest of the night.

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"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I moaned in pain, clutching the side of my cheek where Dallas absolutely pummelled me. Now that's one hell of a bruise if I've ever seen one. Johnny just quietly walked beside me, through the dark streets. We were heading to the lot to catch some sleep. Or some action if Johnnycake wants.

"You okay?" Johnny asked me, his voice soft and soothing. He held my hand, and I could see the Curtis house in the distance. I could smell chocolate cake too.

"Yes, don't you worry nun' about me baby..." I tried to smile but the damn bruise made my whole fucking face hurt! I recoiled my face away from Johnny in pain. I guess no making out for a while.

No. Making. Out.

No making out.

For a while.

God, this was hell!!!

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