Sky Walker|Sodapop Curtis

DANCING

Dancing
(verb) the activity of dancing for pleasure or in order to entertain others
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Thursday and Friday and Saturday mainly consisted of the same things, school and homework, hanging out with the gang, and spending time with Sodapop on the monkey bars.

It was now Sunday and I was getting ready for another date with Sodapop, our second date. We were going to a nice restaurant out in the country, neither of us had been there before but Dally told us it was good. I was wearing light makeup, nothing more than the usual mascara, eyeliner, foundation, and lip color. I had on a light pink skirt and a white blouse to go with it. I paired my outfit with some white high top chucks and a simple gold necklace. My hair was in loose curls.

"Hey Sodapop!" I said with a grin on my face as I entered the living room.

"Hey Katy, you, uh, you look stunning," he shyly said.

"Thanks, you clean up nicely," I chuckled back. Sodapop had the normal hair grease in his hair but he seemed to wear less of it today. His outfit obviously consisted of a flannel but today the flannel was black and white. He wore some black jeans instead of his usual blue jeans. We hoppped into Buck Merril's T-Bird, we were borrowing it from Dally, and turned up the music. Elvis was playing and Sodapop and I were jamming out to it.

Time flew by as we jammed out to every song that came on the radio and laughed the entire way to the restaurant. I smiled as Sodapop opened the car door for me and lead me to the restaurant. We entered and gave the waitress our orders.

"This is really nice," I gushed to Sodapop.

He nodded his head in agreement and we began to talk about various subjects such as the DX, school, football, and the gang. Our food came and the dishes eventually left. We sat in the diner for hours just talking and getting to know each other inside and out.

"Oh!" I giggled, "Sodapop I love this song!" I got up and began to dance, urging Sodapop to join me.

I tried taking Sodapop's hand and he shook his head frantically. I laughed, "oh come on it's not the end of the world!"

"What if Steve or, or, what if Dally came in here and saw me dancing?" He said, his eyes going wide. I laughed harder.

"They ain't coming here, Sodapop, we're all the way out in the country!" I exclaimed. "Oh come on Sodapop," I pleaded making my best puppy dog eyes, "I'm your girl, all I want is one dance."

"Oh fine, but only cause you're my girl and you're making me go soft," he sighed.

I clapped my hands together in excitement as he stood up and took me by the waist. We danced to one song and surprisingly Sodapop didn't pull away. We danced the rest of the time, taking a few breaks to catch our breath and get chocolate milkshakes. One time Sodapop had a milkshake mustache and I had to wipe it away, he was so embarrassed and it was quite cute.

A slow song began to play. Outside was dark by now, the only light given off was provided by the stars and the light up diner sign. Sodapop and I came together for another dance and I rested my head in his shoulder. We swayed to the beat of the music, everything around us was lifeless to us. I stared into his ocean blue eyes that could capture me and enchant me. Time froze as our feet moved in a waltz. His eyes flickered to my lips and he began to lean in. I closed me eyes about to connect our lips, our lips that were yearning for each other.

"Hey! Get outta here kids we are closin' up now an' it's time for y'all to leave," the store manager came out and broke us apart. I blushed profusely, if that's even possibly, as we said goodbye and entered Buck's T-Bird once more.

I expected Sodapop to drive us straight home at this late of an hour but he pulled into the park and we sat on the monkey bars. We stared at the stars and sat in silence.

The smell of cigarette smoke overcame me and I looked down. "Hey Katy. I see you've got a new Greaser friend," Mark said drunkenly.

I rolled my eyes, "Mark you know that this is my boyfriend," I said the fake sweetness of my voice became very noticeable.

"Boyfriend?" He shouted and I nodded my head slowly as if I was talking to a five-year-old, "you could do so much better you know? You could have yourself a Soc, a Soc ten times better than this piece of trash. Katy you could have me!"

"Mark, just stop wasting your time. Maybe instead of bothering my friends and me you could have a little decency and find someone who actually likes you! Good luck," I stated back.

"Not Katy, I'm not going to stop until I have you," he slurred. An abundance of cigarette smoke filled the air as Lisa and Linda, my sisters, joined him. "Oh hey Lisa and Linda. Look who your sister is with. Some dumb Greaser."

"Look at that, she finally got a boyfriend," Lisa snorted.

"Yea not a very good one," Linda said while laughing like a hyena.

"Yea who would want to date Greaser trash?" Lisa laughed.

"Sorry to butt in on your...sisterly...conversation but didn't you too both date a Greaser, you know at the same time and with the same boy?" I asked innocently.

"Never!" Linda shouted becoming increasingly flustered. Now I had them wrapped around my finger.

"Never in a million years would we sink so low down that we were on the same level as you," Linda added on after a pause making sure to shoot a glare in my direction.

"Well actually, to get on the same level as Katy you'd have to rise up because he is 100 times better than you," Soda retaliated.

"Whatever, we did not date a Greaser," Linda huffed.

"Wait Linda, didn't we date a Greaser though?" Lisa asked. I rolled my eyes.

"You dumb idiot! Clearly I have all the looks and the smarts," Linda screeched.

"Not true!" Lisa argued back. I chuckled as the arguing continued.

Linda turned her attention back to me and shot me with daggers. "You'll pay for this, Katy, just you wait," she spat.

Thanks for reading as always! Have an amazingly great day, night, afternoon, morning, year, month, week, etc, everyone! If you enjoyed this chapter please feel free to vote and comment. What did Lisa and Linda have up their sleeves?