"Hey, baby."
Marcia slammed her locker door shut and turned around, startled by the sudden voice. Standing behind her was a tall dark haired boy; her father's friends's son. She smirked. "Care to use my real name? Because I'm not going to respond to 'baby' anymore then I need to."
He grinned at her. "Fine. Angel."
Marcia rolled her eyes, although she couldn't help but grin a little at Randy's silly antics. He'd always been a player, and Marcia's friends had always told her that she and Randy were meant for each other. "You've known me since we were ten, Randy. This whole 'amnesia' joke is getting stupid."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he started and Marcia jokingly groaned, knowing what was to come. "Your beauty made me fall and hit my head so hard, I can't remember a thing-except for your name: Marcia." He whispered her name, trying to sound seductive.
"But wait," she held up a hand to stop him. "How come my name is the only thing you remember, when you were 'forgetting' it a moment before?"
He thought for a second before putting a hand on his forehead. "Uh! I screwed it up!" He looked her in the eyes. She couldn't help but notice that his eyes were warm and brown, like hot cocoa... "Listen Marcia, my parents are throwing a party this weekend, and I need someone there to hang out with. You in?"
She shrugged nonchalantly. "I can't see why not. I don't have anything better to do, anyway."
He grinned at her again, and she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter. "Stellar. I'll pick you up at eight-hey, you still live on 53rd street? Queens Avenue?"
Now it was her turn to grin. "Yep. Have my whole life."
"Stellar." He said again and Marcia couldn't help but giggle. "What?" He raised an eyebrow up. "What's so funny?"
The bell rang. She stared at him for a moment. "Nothing. I'll see you this weekend-eight?"
"Yeah," he gave her one last grin before walking off to his next class. But before he got there, he turned around and winked. "Bye...Angel-Baby."
She couldn't help but laugh as he called excuses to her, "I couldn't decide! That sounded much better in my head!"
As she walked into her next class, Marcia rolled her eyes jokingly. Maybe her friends were right. Maybe that dark haired devil was made for her after all.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY RANDY! I wanted to do something for our favorite Soc-turned-Hippie's birthday, especially after I missed Darry's (January 5th)! So I wrote this!
Thanks to SuperHotMurder, if she hadn't commented on my 'Birthdays' chapter and mentioned that Randy's birthday was close, I would've completely forgotten. So thank you! :)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RANDY ADDERSON!!!!!!
Stay Gold, Tucker, Stay Gold.
~Orange_Elephant a.k.a. SCR
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Random Outsiders Thingies
De TodoKinda inspired by those 'Random Outsiders' stories you'll occasionally find. Just a bunch of random things about the characters. (Note: The characters of The Outsiders were not hurt in the making of this story {mostly not, anyway})
