The DX is dead. Soda, Steve, and I all are just screwing around. I carry a high stack of magazines into the store part of DX. The stack is over my head and I can't exactly see where I'm going. I run into the stupid ice cream machine that sits just inside the door. The machine doesn't budge and I squeal in pain, magazines fly everywhere.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I yell and Soda and Steve at at my side within seconds.
Soda makes sure I'm okay and Steve hands me the wrench from his pocket.
"It hit you, now you hit it." He tells me and I smile.
I whack the machine and smile. Within minutes the three of us are whacking the machine repetitively with wrenches. We laugh and have a good time. Until the machine starts to make some demon noises and starts to spit out ice cream on a constant loop.
"Shit!" The three of us yell and start to fill cups with ice cream.
The machine doesn't stop for two hours straight. We filled cup with ice cream to their maximum capacity and place them on the floor around the machine.
"So what happens when we run out of cups?" Soda wonders and Steve and I look at him. "I'm not saying we're going to, I'm just wondering."
"Don't even joke about it Pepsi." Steve mumbles.
We all have nicknames for each other. Soda is Pepsi or Pretty Boy. Steve is Grease Monkey. I'm Miss Maia to Soda and Pop Tart to Steve.
I was dubbed Pop Tart a year or so ago. We were all hanging out after school one day and Steve and I wanted Pop Tarts. We put them in the toaster and waited. Clearly we did something wrong because the toaster was set ablaze. My parents screamed at me, Soda and Steve got mad like Dally would've and stood up for me. I've been Pop Tart ever since.
The door opens behind us and the gang walks in.
"Glory! What are you three doing?" Ponyboy wonders and we laugh.
"Steve is a genius." I say and they laugh, Steve grumbles.
"Let's talk about intelligence, Pop Tart." He grumble and I scowl.
"You know as well as I do that was your fault to." I say and Soda laughs.
"You two fight like you're married." He says and we both look at him, letting ice cream fall on the floor.
"What the hell?" We say in unison.
"Steve! Maia! Look at the mess you're making." Soda jokingly scolds us.
"Screw off Soda." We say at the same time.
"So what happened here?" Darry wonders.
We start to explain it and I step away from the machine.
"We hit it like this--" I whack the wrench on the machine and it stops.
"Why didn't we try this two hours ago, Pop Tart?" Steve wonders.
"Because you don't use your head, Grease Monkey." I say.
We all sit on the floor and eat the ice cream that the machine spit out and Two Bit looks at us.
"What the hell is with that Pop Tart thing?" He wonders and we laugh.
"Well Maia is an idiot--" Steve starts and I flip him off.
Steve explains his version of the story then I explain mine. The gang laughs and Dally lights up.
"It could be worse, I mean I call her Shot Glass." He says and I scowl again.
"Dolly." I mutter and he smiles.
"Why Shot Glass?" Two wonders again.
"Because I'm short." I admit.
We spend the rest of our shift eating ice cream with our friends. I bet Socs have never done that.
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Greaser Girl
FanfictionMaia is Dally's trouble maker baby sister, he wants to protect her from everything including his best friends. Maia works with her best friends Steve and Soda at the DX. She's completely crushing on Two Bit Mathews. Dally isn't happy about his siste...
