Fast Cars and Freedom

Chapter 1- That'll Be The Day

I fell to the ground with a thud. Still with my eyes closed, I hollered, "Sodapop Curtis you have five seconds to run!"

"Oh man!"

"5- 4-... Okay that's it!" I bolted up, opened my eyes to see the gang now on the floor with laughter, then ran out the door after Sodapop. See, I had been peacefully sleeping on the Curtis couch all morning, until a certain handsome greaser thought it would be hilarious to push me off.

I chased Soda out onto the front lawn where I wasted no time in bluntly tackling him, sending us both sailing toward the ground. I took one look at him and we both burst into fits of giggles. Soda is like that; always able to make anyone smile. No one could ever stay mad at him.

As we started to calm down I finally noticed how close we were. He was sort of laying on top of me, so near that I could feel his heavy breathing on my face. Right as we had caught our breath, I heard someone clear their voice loudly. My gaze snapped over toward the bottle blonde tapping her foot impatiently near the fence. Soda smiled widely, jumped up, hopped over the fence, and wrapped two strong arms around her petite frame. Sandy.

Sodapop and Sandy had been dating for about six months now, which is a lifetime in terms of teenage greaser relationships. Sandy shot me a very clearly smug face over Soda's shoulder. Sandy and I were not what you would call friends, if you know what I mean. I rolled my eyes and trotted back inside. Two-Bit had stolen my spot on the couch and dozed off with the TV still on. I turned off the television, then stole Two-Bit's beer, chugging it all down in one gulp. Something about Sandy really sets me on edge.

I would never tell anyone, but one time I swear I saw someone who looked an awful lot like Sandy making out with a boy from Brumly at the Drive-In. I don't even know what Soda sees in her. I mean, sure, she's tall... and blonde...and popular.... and with China-blue eyes... and way longer legs... I forgot what my point was. Still, I think Soda deserves much better.

In comparison to the dainty blonde, I was about 5'6" with brown hair and bluish eyes. Only my eyes weren't the kind of pretty blue that most people would think of. They appeared more like mucky pond water. It's a weird combination, I know, but that's me. Oh, yeah, and you should also probably know that I have kinda been madly in love with Sodapop Curtis since third grade.

My thoughts were interrupted by Soda and Sandy coming through the door, then hurrying up into Soda's room. Something told me they weren't going in there to have a conversation either. Today would be a long day.

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*Hey, sorry about this lame chapter. It's kind of embarrassing because I wrote it like three years ago, but I guess it gets better.*