I sat up in bed. After vigorously rubbing my eyes and stretching my legs. It was 8:45! I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Boy do I look like crap. I thought.
I changed into some ripped, darker colored, skinny jeans with a low cut maroon tank top and my lovely leather jacket. I put on some dark red lipstick and did the smokey eye look with my eye shadow. After curling my hair t the ends a little I slipped on my back Converse.
My window slightly creaked as I opened it but not too bad. I took a deep breath and jumped. I landed on my butt and boy did that hurt. I threw my hands over my mouth so I wouldn't squeal. I looked through the living room window and saw my dad watching T.V while sipping his beer. Typical.
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When I walked into the theater I panicked at first when I couldn't find Cherry. I got a soda and decided to go into the theater. When I walked in I saw Cherry and Marcia sitting close to the aisle. Cherry turned to talk to Marcia and saw me.
"Over here!" She yelled while waving to me. I don't think she saw me wave back because she screamed "BELLA OVER HERE!" I shook my head while walking over to the girls.A little while into the movie some boys came in a sat behind us. The one boy (he looked the oldest) whispered to this other kid (he looked almost like a lost puppy) "Look at this chick." And I heard the kid respond "Dally don't go messing with em!"
And the next thing I knew there was a pair of shoes propped up on the seat next to me. I glanced back at him with an icy glare.
"Take your feet off the seat would ya?!" I almost yelled.
"Eh, I don't mind its comfortable." He said with a devilish smirk. He leaned forward and decided to strike a match on my seat. As he lit his cigarette I grabbed it out of his mouth. And put it out on his bare ankle.
"Hey watch it!" He yelped. Cherry and Marcia looked at me like I was crazy. I just smirked and went back to watching the movie.As I sat I felt him lean up in his chair behind me.
"I was thinking," he whispered on my neck," your hair is so blonde how can I know it's real?" He said. His warm breath fanning over my neck giving me goosebumps. I rolled my eyes already knowing what he was gonna say.
"Is it the same color hair on your.." he glanced down but quickly looked back up," eyebrows?" He said chuckling.
I hit his hand away from my face.
"Get lost hood!" Cherry yelled.The end credits rolled across the movie screen. I talked with Cherry and Marcia and glanced behind me to see if that boy was still there. He was gone.
Cherry turned around "What are you gonna start on us too!" She said to the two boys sittin behind us.
"No! No we aren't like that." The ONE brown haired boy said. The other boy stayed silent.
"Well you didn't seem like the type who would do that crap anyway." I said with a smile.
"Why do you hang out with that trash anyway?" Cherry said.
"Oh. Dally? He's my buddy. We're all greasers." The boy said looking kind of disappointed. "I'm Ponyboy this is my friends Johnny." He said smiling.
"Oh! I'm Cherry that's Marcia and that's Bella." She said with some kind of pride in her voice.
"Oh I know you two are cheerleaders." He said looking at Cherry and Marcia. "But I don't know you." He said looking at me.
"Oh I'm new," I said tucking my hair behind my ear," I just moved down a few days ago with my dad."
As Ponyboy was about to say something else Dally came back with a huge grin on his face. "You boys trying to pick up some chicks?" He said as he plopped down in the chair. "Oh did I miss the end of the movie?" He said with a fake frown on his face.
Ponyboy laughed and said we better head out. We ended up walking out with them and making small talk. As we walked down the sidewalk we saw a Blue Mustang roll around the corner.
"Perfect." Cherry said covering her face.
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Die Young With Me (Dallas Winston Fanfic)
Fiksi Remaja"I didn't want to fall for you, but it's too late now." ________________________________________________ Sorry that the beginning is a little short/sloppy. I tried to improve and add more details as I went. I'm new to writing stories so s...