Sylvia

Chapter Five: Sylvia

                  

To my sweet pals reading this book, I want to thank you. When I was in my prime for fanfiction on fanfiction.net, I finally realized that I wasn't writing for myself anymore. I was not enjoying my craft like I was when I started writing. Now, with Sylvia, I am relearning to love writing. Sylvia has already taught me an incredible amount. I cannot believe that I could already love a character so much. I hope you are loving her as I do, and seeing the potential and good she has in her heart. So, review, favorite, or just read, I hope you are enjoying the journey we are going on.

As always, Love to all,

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"Golly, I didn't realize it would be this much fuss in one little date." I complain as Karen applies some kind of thick power to my eyes.

With my great luck I'll end up looking like a common prostitute, or worse, Angie.

"You sure do whine a lot, Sylvia." She laughs, continuing to slather things all over my face.

When I told Karen about the date, she rushed on over, claiming that she needed more than two hours of a heads up, and she's been bossing me around ever since she got here.

I am quite nervous, mostly because Danny nearly had a fit when I told him I would be going out for the third night in a row. He seems to think that I can't leave the house or the whole damn thing will fall apart. Karen says I should tell him to shove off, but I just take it. I don't want to cause no trouble, but I also can't help but be intrigued by the offers of Dallas Winston.

It's silly, really, that a girl like me would catch his eye. I'm having a hard time believing any of this is real. Then there's the matter of Tim.

"You look like you're suckin' a lemon, what's got you all worked up Sylv?" Karen stops putting makeup on my face, sitting down on her bed next to me.

"Kare, what if Danny is right?" I sigh, looking down "What if I really do have no place chasing some rowdy greaser from another gang. What if I cause too much trouble?"

She looks at me right in the eye, it's what I admire so about her. Karen ain't ever afraid of a fight, she's got greaser written all over her, and no one dares take advantage of her, even Curly. Glory, I can't even imagine Curly trying to get Kare to do anything she don't want to do.

"Sylvia, it's not like you're fixin' to marry him. It will be one date, and I'll deal with Danny if he makes one peep."

Nothing about her words comfort me, but I do know she speaks truth. Especially about Danny, Danny would never dare mess with Karen. I swear he hates her so because he's terrified she will sic Curly and Angela on him. That thought alone is probably enough to scare anyone sensible.

"I suppose you're right, it's just a date." I smile up at her.

"That's my girl, now, don't go running away on me when I show you the top I found for ya, I figured we could put it with that red skirt you brought, that way you don't look like you're changing too much." She grins, running her hand through her dark hair.

I look in her vanity mirror while I wait, raising my eyebrows at the slightly dark makeup on my face. I am awful thankful that I still look like myself though. Karen spent nearly an hour making my hair look somewhat presentable, she muttered curse words the entire time though.

"Okay, here it is." She squeals, handing me some kind of shirt with no shoulders.

She must sense my utter confusion, because she takes it back, trying to show me how it works. In the end she just stuffs me into it, again cursing at me when I get stuck.