80's & 90's Oneshots

𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚎

"It's like that school book, Romeo and Juliet. We either ain't gonna be together or we dead in the end. Y'know I couldn't bear to see ya dead at my feet."

"Let's rewrite Shakespeare, Johnny. We'll make it a happy ever after."

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You sat with your legs crossed in the gently bouncing blue Mustang. It clearly wasn't your car, it was Alkie's car, the boyfriend of your friend, Katrina. Your other friend, Chelsea, carpooled with you guys.

You guys were all going to see the first film preview of a movie Katrina really wanted to see. She had already bought the admissions for three people, even though you didn't want to see that stupid movie, so you just tagged along.

"We're here ladies. Try not to get into any trouble, m'kay, Boo Boo Bear?" Alkie babied his girlfriend, before giving her a quick smooch. The three of you got out of the car and bid your farewells to Alkie, who sped off with a trail of dust behind him.

The three of you looked nice, Katrina was wearing a full face of makeup, a tight tank and short white skirt with the highest heels you'd ever seen. Chelsea was wearing a long sleeved shirt with longer black skirt with sneakers. You were wearing a floral shirt with a white skirt as well, but with chunky white heels.

In your eyes, this was just a friendly little night out with your friends. But not to the greasers. They could sniff out a Soc girl like a drug detection dog, and most greasers find Socs easy pickings. The three of you made your way to the seating arrangments, casually sitting and chatting. Katrina had left to get you guys popcorn and soda.

"It's our lucky day! Look at those chicks!" A greaser spoke to his greaser friends by the entrance. "I'll win one of them over, I just know it, man." You and Chelsea only sat there for about ten minutes before you were interrupted.

"Hey ladies," A greaser with slightly uneven teeth spoke, pulling up a chair next to you guys. "What are you pretty little things doing here?" He sneered, with Chelsea letting out a giggle.

"Trying to watch a movie. A bad movie, at best." You fired at the boy, not really wanting to talk to him.

"What, are you some kinda critic or somethin'?" Dally chuckled at his own little joke, leaning against your chair.

"Any person with eyes could see how bad it is." You gritted through your teeth, starting get annoyed with his smooth talking.

"Any guy could see how sexy you bunch of ladies are. But I bet you already know this by now." You rolled your eyes at his comment.

"Barf." Chelsea furrowed her eyebrows at you, not feeling that way at all about this dude.

"What did you say to me, toots?" This greaser's tone felt sharp like a knife.

"Dally. Leave her alone." You forgot about the two other greasers that were quietly sitting behind you guys.

One looked scrawny and kind of dirty. He was the one who stood up to you. The other one looked extra greasy, if you know what I mean.

"Get out of this, man." The greaser, presumibly named 'Dally' growled at the skinny boy. You're eyes were glued on the concession stand, waiting for Katrina to come and save you from this hell.

"She clearly doesn't like it when you say that 'tuff stuff." The greasy greaser stated, crossing his arms against his chest.

"I clearly don't care, man. Ha! Wait..." Dally stopped himself to make sure he said that right, and in that moment, Chelsea spoke up.