The Mustangs, Corvettes, and the other tuff cars of Tulsa pulled into the DX, where one of my bestfriends worked. Today, he was pumping gas. He looked greasy with his blue DX shirt all black, and his brown hair a mess. His defined jaw line had black spots of grease covering him, just like his blue jeans. I was to guess he came from working on cars.
"Hey Pop," I punched him playfully.
He smiled, that kid always had a grin. Soda could get drunk in a drag race or dance without never getting near alcohol. He was always happy, basically just drunk on life.
"What shaking, cakepop?" He twirled me in for a side hug. Getting grease on my white shirt, I yelled at him. Blue skinny jeans and converse were today's outfit to match my shirt that now had black grease on it.
I looked at Soda and all I could think was we've been friends, since Gosh, probably before we could walk. Our mom's were bestfriends, too. They grew up together. Well, now we can only remember my mom's bestfriend.
She died just about a year ago in a car wreck.
She was like a mom to me too, their lose was our lose. Our neighborhood was so tight, relationships are a tough thing to get over when you lose one.
My mind diverted from the topic, it saddened me thinking about it. Then, I heard the deep voice of Dallas Winston come screaming through my thoughts as he arrived at the DX.
"Hey, doll," he tugged my hair.
I could play rough with them and we would all be okay with it. I could beat on Dally or mess up Soda's hair and we'd be laughing after.
"Ooh, look what I got?" He smiled.
I looked over, my light blonde hair was in his hands, he pulled some out when he tugged on my hair. It was mainly just fly aways.
"Dallas Winston!" I cried. I punched his arm, "You pulled out some of my hair!"
"Whatdya gonna do, keep it?" Soda joked.
"I might," he laughed obnoxiously as I punched him again. He protected himself from my attack as I yelled through clenched teeth, playfully of course.
My big, blue eyes sized him up as I pointed my finger at him, "Watch yourself, Winston."
His smile filled his face as he brought me into a headlock, "Try me, little girl."
His head locks were easy to get out. I dropped down and fell back into Sodapop who caught me. One reason why I can trust them- if I fall, they catch me. Literally.
I looked up at Sodapop as he helped me up and smiled at me. I was the youngest out of all of them, which mind you, that's why they call me "little girl." Dally was 17, Sodapop was 17, and I was 16 just about going onto 17.
"Soda, get back to work!" Steve yelled.
"Alright, scooch off you two," he smiled and pushed us off.
"Aye, take it easy," Dallas gave him a punch as he pushed him off, bumping into me.
I shoved him off as he went falling, I grabbed him and yanked him up. For a girl my size, I was small, but I was strong.
"Your strong for a girl like you," Dallas said.
"Girl like you?" I cocked an eyebrow, a trick I picked up from Two-Bit. "Whatdya getting at?"
"Your girly, like, your tough for a girly girl."
"Girly?" I spat.
"Don't take it personally, Doll. I love ya the way you are," he elbowed me.
Dallas was a tough guy with a soft heart. I knew it well enough that he's a great kid who just needs some direction and an understanding mind.
"Aw, look, it's Dally and Annabella! They are such a cute couple.." I heard someone yell.
I ignored it, I could never see myself with Soda or Dally. They are my life long friends, I'd never be able to see the day where I'm dating or married to one of them. To me, it seemed weird.
I seen Dal look at me and shake his head with a smile. I affectionately punched him the ribs.
We had a good relationship, I did with both of them. They were like big brothers to me; they were there when I needed them and vice versus. I don't think no one could ever really replace them. They were protective of me like I was their sister, they were really over protective, but I was like that with them, too. It was just kind of how everything turned out, that's the price of us being best friends for this long.
I looked at Dallas, his blonde hair came in wisps across his forehead, he looked tougher on the outside. His muscle shirt making his muscles pop out more and his cold blue eyes look straight ahead.
He was my best friend and, Gosh, I'd hate to lose either of 'em.
So, we kept walking off to the Dingo, ready to watch those four movies premering this Saturday night.
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I Don't Care What's in Your Hair, I Just Wanna Know What's on Your Mind
Fanfiction"You better stay away from him," She spat. I felt her spit actually touch my face. I wiped it off, disgustingly threatened. "Why?" I scolded, "I'm no threat." "Oh really?" She scoffed, "I'll make sure you aren't." "He's one of my bestfriends, he wo...
