Greaser Girl

Return of Dally

I tie my long dark brown hair back into a ponytail and I pull on my work shirt. My name is stitched on the iron on name tag. I walk back into the shop to see my two best friends bent over a car. I sneak up behind Soda and wrap my arms around his torso. I hear Soda laugh and he turns around.

"Miss Maia." Soda says as he wraps his arms around me. Steve looks up.

"What the hell am I? Chopped liver?" He wonders and I laugh.

I go over and hug him. Steve kisses the side of my forehead.

"You weren't at school today." He tells me and I nod.

"I was for a short while." I admit.

I wasn't exactly proud to say I got send home for fighting again. I'm just happy they didn't call home, my parents would whoop my ass. Dally would whoop me if he caught wind of it.

We get to work on the cars. I've always had a gift with cars, like it came naturally to me. I guess being a greaser its all pretty fitting.

I catch a glimpse of myself in a stack of hubcaps. I have long dark burn hair that is tied back. I stand about 5'4 and I'm very small, maybe a hundred pounds if I'm lucky. I wear a pair of tight fitting blue jeans that have a rip in the knee, with my work shirt open displaying my white t-shirt, and a pair of black Chuck Taylor's. The only thing I actually like about myself is my bright blue eyes.

I'm Maia Winston and I'm sixteen almost seventeen. My older brother is Dallas Winston, Dally. We're greasers and all of our friends are. I say our friends but they were Dally's first. I mean I've known Sodapop Curtis and Steve Randle since grade school. Steve is a complete badass and is an ace with cars. Every girl in our grade (greaser or soc) had a crush on Sodapop. We're all best friends.

"So how's Dally doing?" Steve wonders and I shrug.

"Good last time I was talking to him." I say and he nods.

"When does he get off?" Soda wonders.

"Not sure, they say he might get off on good behaviour." I explain.

Dally had gotten into some trouble and was sentenced to serve time in prison.

It was nearing the end of the shift and the some more of the gang walks into the gas station. Two Bit Mathews and Johnny Cade. Two Bit is this wisecracking eighteen and a half year old that is still in my grade in high school, he's funny and loves Mickey Mouse. Maybe I like him a bit but I'm just Dally's baby sister. Johnny is sixteen and is kinda jumpy, he got that crap kicked out of him by a bunch of socs.

Two stumbles and knocks over the stack of hubcaps I was looking at earlier and starts laughing his ass off.

"Shouldn't you be home?" A familiar voice says from behind me.

I smile and turn around to see my big brother standing behind me.

"Dallas!" I say and I hug him.

Dally lifts me up off the ground while hugging me tightly.

"Been good, I see." I say and he laughs.

"Yeah." Dally puts me on my feet and pulls back. "Look at you. You're so big." I roll my eyes, we both know I haven't grown in a few years. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you to, Dall." I smile.

"Been good?" He wonders and there's laughs behind me. "What?" Dally asks his friends that stand behind me.

"Nothing, just little Maia just sent home for pulling a blade on a couple of socs." Two barley gets the words out before laughing his ass off.

"Thanks Two." I mumble and he laughs harder.

Dally, Two, and Johnny all screw around while we finish up what we were doing on the car. I look over at Two, he has greased back dark blond hair and grey eyes. He always wears a wide grin. Steve smirks at me.

"When you're done naming your children Mi, can you hand me the quarter inch extension?" Steve wonders, I scowl and Soda laughs.

They're the only ones that know about my thing for Two, not because I told them either. I guess being friends with someone for years, you just know these things.