Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 27: GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!

Two-Bits POV

Mid April

The cool spring days slowly passed into weeks after Johnny's beating and before anybody realized, it became April. Cookie and I had been sneaking alone time in Soda's car during lunch, and even the Curtis house after school while Soda was at work. Life never seemed better.

Everyday, I fell farther and farther in love with the Scottish girl and her fiery personality. She was becoming my everything, and my only reason for going anywhere. I didn't feel the need to drink myself to sleep when I had her in my arms. I didn't ever have to force myself to be in high spirits. She made life easy.

Everytime Cookie entered a room, my heart would stop and I would be caught between wanting to smother her and tell her how much I love her, or ripping off her clothes and showing her how much I love her and how I can't live without her. There was no in between, and I didn't care.

Now, here I stood, in Sodapop's living room in a pair of black dress pants I borrowed from my old man and the cleanest white button up shirt I had, getting ready for the Prom because Cookie wanted to go. If anybody had asked me last year if I was going, I would have laughed, telling them that I wasn't a Soc or a Square and that I wouldn't be caught dead at such a school event.

Cookie made a good argument though. She told me how fun it would be to spike the punch, or how stunning she would look in a nice dress. Plus, no matter how lame it is, this is her only chance at a school dance. I knew I wasn't getting out of it and I definitely wasn't backing out if I knew what was good for me. Instead, I had to man up and try to look at the positives. Such as, how Cookie and I can end our spectacular night.

"So, here's the plan," Soda said, coming out of the bathroom wearing his dad's tuxedo and throwing me one of his white blazers, "we pick up the girls without no grease in our hair so Karen and Clint are none the wiser. Then, we put it in when we get to the school parking lot, ya dig?" He handed me a tin of hair grease and a comb and I slid them into my pocket.

"And we leave the booze in the truck, tucked away out of site while we pretend to be good little school boys who could never hurt a fly." I finished, laughing at the idea as I slid the jacket on.

"Yeah," Soda said, grabbing his black jacket that belonged with the tux and tucked a silver flask into the inside pocket

"Lookin' spiffy." Pony complimented from the couch.

"Thanks, bud." Soda said.

"I still can't believe ya'll are gonna go to that stupid thing." Steve commented from his spot laying next to Pony.

"You'd do it for Evie." Soda told him as he fixed the buttons of the jacket by his wrist.

"Yeah, but Evie wouldn't wanna go to such a shit thing like Prom." He said, fake gagging on the word prom.

"Well, Cookie does and I'll do whatever she wants if it makes her happy." I shrugged. Steve raised his eyebrows at me in shock.

"Damn." He said, "you are so whipped."

"Rather be in love, whipped, and getting some than sad, lonely, and laying on that couch." I shrugged, laughing as I followed Soda out the front door and shut it behind us.

"Well at least we know ya haven't lost your low blowing jokes!" Steve yelled out the living room window and I flipped him off, climbing into Darry's truck. Soda laughed, starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway.

The drive was really short and soon we found ourselves parked out front of the Banks house, staring up the walkway at it. I felt an uneasy creep up my skin, much like I did on Christmas when we first entered the residence. The house was the largest one I have ever seen, the air around it alone seemed to say, 'You don't belong here, Greaser', but I didn't let it phase me.