𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵 (🟢)

3

We drove 'round town, and at that point is was getting dark. Johnny decided to break the silence by adding a suggestion for our adventure.

"Maybe we could go to the drive in and maybe pick on some Soc's."

"Sure kid. Let's go to the drive in then." Dal agreed. We drove into the parking lot, seeing all the Socials run into the movies. I made sure to keep my hand near my switch blade, because I saw some Soc's with some alcohol.

I also saw Two-bit, Soda, and Pony. I ran over and sat down by Pony.

"Hey Ponyboy! How's it goin'?" I asked him while messing up his hair. Dal sat on the row down.

"I'm doing good, thanks Jenn." I smiled.

"Oh goodie. Look, the goodie two shoes Soc is coming. Isn't her name Cherry or something?" I folded my right leg over my left and folded my arms.

"Yeah. She's also looked at Dal weird." My attention shifted instantly. I glared at her and also moved down to the same row as Dal.

"That Soc is pissing me off." I whispered in hopes that Dal would hear.

"And pretty too. Hell of a lady." I paused, my blood starting to get hot.

"Excuse you? What did you just say?" I turned towards Dal.

"She's pretty isn't she?" He smirked and kept gazing at her.

"Fuck you Dal. Fuck you." I scoffed and stood up. I took Two-bit's Coca-Cola and stomped towards the Soc.

"Hey, red-head." I shouted, taking off the cap from the soda and waiting for the girl to look at me before pouring the drink all over her and her friends.

"What the hell! Damn Greaser!" She screeched, wiping her eyes and throwing her arms around like a child.

"Get out of here greaser, before we carve our names into your stomach." I smirked before pushing the red-head down to the ground.

"Jennison! Hell are you doin'!" Dal called out to me. He stomped over and pulled me by the arm.

"Yes?" I asked my lover.

"This is why we don't go no where. This is why I always keep you with me at Buck's!" He started yelling and pulled me with him to the car.

I crossed my arms and looked out the window.

"BabyDoll I was messing around when I called her pretty." Dally told me, thinking it was reassuring.

"It wasn't real funny. Lets just go to Buck's. I don't have time for this."