Dallas Winston Has A Sister? (Outsiders Fanfic)

My First Date: Getting Ready Is Almost Not Worth It

Note to Readers: You'll probably really hate me when you get to the end of this short story, because you don't get to see what happens on their date.  Hope you like it anyways! Please comment! (Also, Kate/Sammi a.k.a. Mrs. Romantic, this story is dedicated to you because you are always so intent on having Tara and Pony finally go on a date.)

        I was at Two-Bit and Kate's house on Friday, because both Dally and all the other guys except for Pony of course, insisted that Kate helped me get ready for my first date with Ponyboy.  He had finally gotten up the guts to ask me out yesterday after our interesting conversation on Monday where he confessed to having liked me forever.

        And seeing as how Kate was the only girl I was friends with and her and Johnny had been dating forever, she was deemed to helping me get ready.  Which would probably take longer than the actual date considering Kate's reaction when I showed up in jeans and a sweatshirt, intent on wearing that for my first ever date.

        "Please tell me you're not wearing that, Tara," she said as I followed her into her room. 

        No one else was home, I'm pretty sure they were all waiting at the Cutis's to jeer at me when I showed up all decked out for a formal ball.  At least that's what I'd probably look like when Kate was done with me judging by her frantic closet searching.

        I flopped down on her half-made bed with a sigh and asked, "How come I can't wear this?"

        "Because it's the same thing you wear everyday," she told the closet, her back still to me as she continued digging through all her junk.

        "That's the point.  If he liked me when I wasn't dressed up, why am I dressing up?" I asked, ducking to the side as Kate tossed some clothes out of her closet and onto her bed.

        "Cause he'll like you more if you look nice," she replied, turning around and holding a bag full of make-up.

        "You put any of that gunk on me and I am going to kill you, Katarina Matthews," I warned, warily eying the shiny plastic bag.

        "Clothes first," she demanded, tossing the bag onto the her bed and holding up a ruffly white mini-skirt.

        "No way," I replied sternly, getting up from the bed and stepping away from the skirt, like it was dangerous.

        "Come on, Tara.  It'd look nice on you," she said, holding it up at my waist.

        "I would prefer to not panty flash half the population, thank you very much," I replied, shoving the skirt away.

        "Fine, how about this one?"  She held an even shorter tight black skirt.

        I shook my head and said, "Let's make this clear.  No skirts, no dresses, no high heels, no make-up."

        "Tara," she whined.  "You have to be a girl once in a while."

        "I prefer the not-girly look, Kate," I answered, sorting the pile on her bed into two separate piles.  One, the larger one, was mostly skirts, dresses, and fancy tops.  The other one, consisting of maybe five pieces of clothing, was jeans and anything that resembled a T-shirt.

        Kate sighed and said, "Let me guess, no and yes?" gesturing to the two piles.

        "Nope.  Definitely not and maybe," I clarified.  I was still set on wearing my jeans and sweatshirt, I don't think Pony would care too much.

        After another twenty minutes of arguing, Kate forced me to wear a nice pair of girl's jeans, unlike the guy's ones I usually wore.  The jeans were cut off just above the knee, and a little tighter fitting than I liked them, but Kate said they were made that way, they had just gotten too small for her since she grew taller.