Friends With a Greaser

Chapter 4

The Curtis' quickly left due to Darry's constant worry for Ponyboy and Rilee to finish their homework. That now left Nic surrounded by Keith and Sophia because Ms. Matthews left for work at the bar.

Sophia sat quietly on the couch with a permanent scowl planted on her face as Keith finished up his pancakes. Nic had stuffed his face and now wasn't feeling very good, but that's what he got for not eating a full meal in a couple days.

"So," Nic's head snapped up to look at Keith who had blueberry pancake hanging from his lip. He wore a Cheshire-like smile as he leaned closer to Nic as if to tell him a secret. "It's comfortable right?"

He quickly jumped in surprise as he looked at Keith as if he just laid an egg. "What?" Nic's eyebrows furrowed as he watched Keith laugh at him.

"You know, the bed... The one you slept in, my bed?" Keith smiled as he puffed out his chest trying to look manly, but the piece of blueberry pancake hanging on his face wasn't really helping his case. "I had to work hard for that mattress." He stated proudly.

Nic scratched the back of his neck nervously as he thought about his terrible sleep on that stupid uncomfortable mattress. He kinda missed his feathered pillows and therapeutic mattress, but if he was staying here he'd have to learn to like it. "It... It was alright."

"Alright? Come on man it's amazing! Oooh! Wanna see my most precious item?" Keith seemed like a child jacked up on sugar and Nicholas almost wanted to leave. He felt very uncomfortable, especially with Sophia sneaking in glares as she flipped through the channels of the small static-filled TV.

"Okay." Nic slowly nodded as he slowly tucked his gold chain under his blue T-shirt. If Sophia hated Soc's, then Nic would bet Keith hated them also and Nic didn't need another person glaring at him like that.

Nic yelped and almost fell off his chair as Keith flipped out a switch blade with steel glinting in the light of the room. "Relax," Keith laughed as he slowly put the blade away. "I'm not going to cut you with it." A dark thought crossed Nic's mind as his Adam's apple bobbed with his gulp, If he knew I was a Soc he would slash that knife at me without even a doubt.

"You're a quiet one, aren't you?" Keith leaned way too much forward causing Nic to quickly lean back.

"No!" Nic crossed his arms like a child having a tantrum. Keith was making him way too uncomfortable and he wanted to go lock himself in a room for a while.

"There's that voice of yours!" Keith laughed as he hit Nic's shoulder in a very best friend like way and it kind of made Nic feel a bit better.

"Yeah... Yeah..." He grumbled as his eyes moved to the floor, he seemed to be very interested in his sock feet.

"Now that we got you out of your shell, shall we show you to the gang? What do you think Soph?" Nic winced as soon as he heard her name, she was not going to like this.

"Do whatever you want with 'him' Keith." Sophia scowled as she prowled off into her room looking for something else to destroy other than Nic's life.

"I wonder who puked in her pudding," Keith shook his head quietly before his eyes began to sparkle as he realized something. "What is up with your hair?" Keith began to literally laugh his ass off as he used his hand to mess up Nic's hair.

"What? What? What's wrong with my hair?" Nic frantically rubbed at his hair as if he had a spider in it.

Keith laughed even harder. "It's so fluffy," he even giggled. "And soft... Do you use your shampoo and conditioner?" He said in a very high-pitched voice as if he was a mother.

Nic immediately blushed as he scowled at Keith. "Yes..." He muttered turning even brighter red.

Keith cackled evilly as he head locked Nic and yanked him toward the bathroom. "Let's put some grease on it, and make you a greaser!"

"What? No! Get off me!" Screams and evil cackling were heard for many minutes throughout the house.

~Nic~