Uptown Girl

01

"Randy I am not doing this again!" Cherry slammed the door as she got out of her boyfriends car.

"Oh calm down Cher." Her boyfriend groaned.

"No Randy, I mean it. I told you I hate it when you drink. Especially when you drive!"

"Cherry you're being dramatic."

"Randy I told you I wouldn't be around when you drink and drive after the fourth of July and I mean it!"

"Bob, I am not doing this again." Adelaide scolded her boyfriend. "You almost got us killed on the way home from that party and you're acting like an ass. Lets go Cherry." She turned to walk away. 

The two boys protested. "Adelaide how do you plan on gettin' home?" Bob called after her. Adelaide ignored him and kept walking. "Adalaide! Get back here."

"You wanna figure out a way to get home?" Cherry whispered.

"No, I came here to see a movie and I'm gonna see a movie." She said as she made her way to the lawn seats of the drive in theater.

~

After the girls found seats one of the greaser boys behind them started talking loud enough for them to hear. He started out bad and got worse. That boy could talk awful dirty if he wanted to and he sure wanted to.

The two girls pretend not to hear him but he started getting impatient. He put his feet up on the back of Adelaide's chair and said something really dirty. She turned around and gave him a cold stare. "Take your feet off my chair and shut your trap."

Dally merely looked at her and kept his feet where they were. "Who's gonna make me?"

Cherry turned around and then turned to Adelaide, "That's the greaser that jockeys for the Slash J sometimes."

"I know you two. I've seen you around rodeos." Dal said. 

"It's a shame you can't ride bull half as good as you can talk it," Adelaide said coolly and turned back around.

That didn't bother the boy in the least. "You two barrel race, huh?"

"You'd better leave us alone," the redhead said in a biting voice, "or I'll call the cops."

"Oh, my, my"--- Dally looked bored--- "you've got me scared to death. You ought to see my record sometime, baby." He grinned slyly. "Guess what I've been in for?"

Adelaide looked back, "What? You get the fashion police called on you or something?"

The dark haired boy barked a laugh. "You're quick."

"I bet you hear that a lot."

The boy's smile grew even bigger. "I like you."

"A shame I can't say the same about you. Now would you be nice and leave us alone?"

He grinned roughly. "I'm never nice. Want a Coke?"

"I would rather drink pond water. Get lost, hood."

He merely shrugged and strolled off.

The two girls turned to the two younger boys that had been sitting with the greaser. "Are you going to start in on us?"

One of them shook their head, wide eyed, "No."

"You don't look the type. What's your name?" Cherry asked.

"Ponyboy Curtis."

"That's an original and lovely name."

"My dad was an original person," He said.