Competing For You(A Steve Randal One Shot)


The sun shone brightly as I made my way up the steps to the Curtis house to see the gang. I pushed open the door expecting to be greeted by the guys, only to be met with and empty living room. I took a step in and closed the door behind me, feeling relieved as I saw Steve and Soda sitting at the kitchen table arm wrestling.

“Hey!” I called to the two of them as I approached.

Soda looked up at me with a million dollar grin on his face as he was about to greet me. Steve managed to get the upper hand and slam Soda’s hand down on the table.

“That is not fair!” Soda all but yelled at his friend, “I was trying to say hi to (y/n)!”

“All’s fair in love and war, Sodapop.” Steve laughed at the blonde.

Soda then huffed at his friend, but said nothing.

“How you doin’, (y/n)?” Steve asked as he stood up from his chair and looked at me.

“I’m alright, what were you guys arm wrestlin’ about?” I asked.

“Walk with me, an’ I’ll tell ya’.” Steve said as he ushered me out of the house.

We walked down the stairs, out of the yard and down the street a little ways.

“You gonna tell me what that was about or no?” I asked after a little bit, “Soda looked awful disappointed.”

“We were competing for the same thing.” Steve told me.

“Competing?” I asked, hoping he would elaborate.

Steve stopped walking and turned to look at me. I did the same.

“Soda and I are best buds.” Steve started, “Close enough we tell each other everything. Even when we’re crushin’ on a girl. Just so happened, this time ’round, we both liked the same girl. Didn’t want to drive a rift ‘tween us, so we decided to settle it like men.”

“You arm wrestled over her?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, not knowing whether to impressed or appalled.

“No,” He laughed, “Still up to the girl to accept us or not. We were arm wresltin’ over who got to ask her out first. Just so happened, I won.”

“So you gonna go ask the girl out?” I ask smirking at their logic.

“What I’m tryin’ to do.” He admitted, “Would you like to go to the drive in with me Friday, (y/n)?”

A smile broke out on my face. I had liked Steve for a long time, and I had hoped he would have returned my feelings. This was like a dream come true.

“I would love to.” I admitted.

“Great.” He said as he leaned down towards me.

I leaned up and we meet in the middle of a rough yet passionate kiss. It was perfect.




Competing For You(A Sodapop Curtis One-Shot)


The sun shone brightly as I walked up the steps to the Curtis house to see the gang. I pushed open the door expecting to be greeted by all the boys, but was surprised to see no one in the living room.

I took a step in and closed the door behind me, feeling relieved as I saw Steve and Soda sitting at the kitchen table arm wrestling.

“Hey.” I called to the two of them.

Steve’s head whipped around and he smiled to greet me. Soda used this opportunity to slam Steve’s hand down on the table, winning the match.

“I win!” The blonde yelled in joy.

“That isn’t even fair, (y/n) came in and distracted me!” Steve hissed back.

“All’s fair in love and war, Stevie boy!” Soda jeered at his friend before standing up and walking over to me.

“Come on,” He said to me, gesturing to the door, “I wanna talk to you.”

I looked at him inquisitively but followed him out. If he wanted to talk to me that badly, why couldn’t we just stay in the house?

We walked out of the house and down the street a little bit. Soda still had a giant grin on his face but he hadn’t said anything yet.

“So…” I started, “What were you and Steve arm wrestling over this time?”

“You.” He said shortly.

“Me?” I demanded, “Why, what? What for?”

He stopped walking and turned to look at me, I did the same.

“Steve and I don’t tend to keep a lot from one another.” He started, “So when one of us has a crush on a girl, the others knows pretty fast. Just so happened, Steve and I liked the same girl. And to keep things fair between us we decided the best way to see who could ask you out first would be an arm wrestle.”

I was speechless at the point, Soda liked me? And he wrestled Steve for a chance to ask me out. What was going on?

“So, I gotta ask, (y/n).” Soda grinned, “Will you go out with me?”

I couldn’t help but allow a smile, mirroring his own, to spread across my lips.

“I would love to, Soda.”

And with that he leaned down a bit and captured my lips in a gentile, yet passionate kiss.

The Outsiders Seven Minutes In Heaven(Second Edition!)


“8?” You called out to the room of boys. Dally stood up and sauntered into the closet a head of you. Normally you weren’t shy with any of the guys, but you were going to be in that closet with the Dallas Winston for seven long minutes, and you know exactly what he does with his girls. Steve grew impatient and pushed you into the closet slamming the door behind you. You flinched, and heard Dally chuckle. You turned light red and leaned on a wall.
“So?” He asked getting close to you,”We’re alone for seven minutes. What are we gonna do?”
You didn’t know how to reply to that, so you just looked away. He roughly grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him. You blushed and shifted under his gaze.
“I know what we can do.” He said with a smirk and crashed his lips on top of yours. You didn’t fight it, you had a lot of feelings for Dally you just didn’t want to admit it. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his snaked around your waist. You moaned when his tongue pushed its way into your mouth. It was clear that either the walls were thin or you were loud because you heard laughter coming from the living room.
He pulled back and you reached for your breath. Dally wasn’t really effected. Must be from all the practice, you thought and moaned louder as he kissed your neck. More laughed was heard from the livingroom. You were starting to get really red, not because of Dally but ’cause of the guys outside.
“Dally.” You moaned, “Please stop.”
“Why?” He asked starting to take your shirt off.
“The guys.” You moaned again pulling at his hair.
“You don’t mind any of this, do you?” He asked, much to your surprise.
“No.” You squeaked, “I really like it.”
He kissed your lips once more before pulling back and staring at you in the dim light, “You’re my girl from now on.” He told you, “Let’s get’s out of here.”
Before you could say anything he threw open the door and pulled you out of the closet, out of the house and down the street to Buck’s place where you spent the night with him. Dally became a little nicer and smiled more, everything was okay.

“12?” You asked giggling. You loved games like this. Something told you, you were going to get Soda or something, but your stomach did flips when Johnathan Cade stood up and shakily made his way over to the closet. You grinned and shot up following him. This was how you usually acted so no one expected anything. You closed the door behind you softly so not to spook him.
“Johnny?” You whispered.
“Yeah?” He answered back.
“We need to kiss.” You told him.
“I-I-I-I don’t know.” He said, “I ain’t good at it.”
“Neither am I.” You admitted, “So let’s be bad at kissing together.”
You couldn’t see him but you knew you made him grin. You reached out slowly trying to find him in the darkness of the closet. You did and he jumped.
“I’m sorry, Johnny.” You apologised.
“It’s okay.” He said and grabbed your hand.
You held it back and smiled as both of you leaned in, together your lips met in the middle. As soon as skin touched that closet was a flame with sparks and fireworks and hearts stopping. Weather either of you were a bad kisser, neither knew. You two were two wrapped up in each other that when the door opened Steve and Soda had to pry you two apart(after a clear ‘aww’ cession.). You two stayed together forever and lived happily ever after, as much as you could for being two greasers in love anyway.

“18?” You asked shyly. You didn’t really wanna play the game, but it was either be here and play this game with your older brother or be at home and listen to your mother and some random guy fuck in her room. You blushed as you saw Ponyboy get up and shyly head over to the closet with his older brother, Soda cheering him on. You slowly followed him and your brother followed you to shut the door.
“Have fun kiddies.” He laughed.
“Oh, shut up Two-bit.” Pony snapped to him.
“Don’t do anything with her I wouldn’t.” Two-bit warned, “Your time starts now.” And he slammed the door causing you to jump.
“You okay?” Pony ask placing an arm around you to try to clam you down. You nodded and snuggled into him a little. You both knew you had a crush on the other, but decided against getting together because of the things the gang would say.
Pony lifted your chin up a little and you got lost in his dreamy green grey eyes, he brought his forehead to yours and kissed your nose. You grinned and so did he. This time you kissed him on the lips. He slipped his arms around your waist, and yours went to his neck. They were light soft kisses, but enough to make you both weak. You gave him a warm smile as he kissed your eye as the door opened and held you close.
“About damn time you two got together.” Soda laughed as he was the one who opened the door.
“Woulda been sooner but we didn’t know what to do about you guys.” Pony said.
“All you had to do was ask.” Two-bit grinned.
You scowled and pulled Pony out of the closet you sat together the rest of the night and fell asleep with your head in his lap. The gang did tease you a lot about being together, but you didn’t mind, you both loved each other. and that was all that mattered.



“92?” You asked board. You didn’t like high school games, but for the sake of your friends and boyfriend before you were sent off to college you’d play it.
“What do you know?” Soda asked, “That’s Darry’s number.”
You rolled your eyes like they hadn’t rigged it. Darry helped you up and held the door open for you. You smiled a thank you and entered, he did after you and closed it behind you.
“I’m going to miss you.” He said as he took you into his arms.
“I’m gonna miss you too.” You said resting your head on his chest.
“Let’s make the most of it.” He suggested.
“Mr. Curtis are you implying that we do things we haven’t done since junior year of high school in a closet with your brothers in the next room?” You asked.
“Yup.” He said and kissed you before you could say anything else. You weren’t complaining. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he picked you up. His strong tongue made its way to your mouth as you moaned, you loved him touching you. You ran your hands up and down his strong torso under his shirt, he pulled away just long enough to pull it off so there was more for you to feel. He didn’t go back to your mouth but started sucking your neck. You couldn’t surpress your moans anymore. You were just praying non of the guys heard you. Oh who were you kidding? You were moaning loudly. But the funny thing was there wasn’t any laughter coming.
“D-Darry.” You moaned.
“Hm?” He asked working on unbuttoning your blouse.
“I don’t think there’s anyone in the living room anymore.” You told him.
He paused looked at you, looked at the door, back at you. He slowly reached for the nob and turned it. There was no one in the living room, but there was a note on the table. He put you down and read it.
“We decided you guys need alone time before ____ heads off to college, we went out will be back at a reasonable time. Have fun you two, too much fun if you want to. -Sodapop curtis.”
You smiled at him, “Wanna take this to your room?” You asked.
“Always.” He said and picked you up carrying you bridal style to his room.

“5?” You asked. You were nervous, you grew up with guys and they were like brothers to you.
“You got the cutie.” Steve laughed to Soda who jumped up carried you into the closet.
“Seven minutes.” Steve yelled and slammed the door after you.
“What are you guys plan-
You were cut off his soft warm lips crashing down on yours. You moaned in surprise, he took the opportunity to explore your mouth. You moaned lightly with his every movement, he set you down in his lap as he sat down. You put your hands on his chest and felt the abs beneath his shirt. He growled lightly and pulled his shirt off, then yours so you’d match. He went to kissing your neck and you started giggling. At this point the greasers outside heard you and started laughing as well. You and Soda both grinned at each other. He kissed your lips softly again.
“___,” He said, “I want you to be my girl.”
You thought for a moment, then grinned, “I’d love to, Soda.”
He grinned and kissed you again, this time the door was pulled open and there were wolf whistles and cat calls all around. You and Soda slipped your shirts back on and headed out to the porch to talk. You were in love from that night on.

“I got 3.” You told the room full of boys. Steve groaned, got up and headed to the closet. You narrowed your eyes but followed. “No killing each other.” Soda yelled in and closed the door. You and Steve locked eyes, you two only pretended to hate each other in front of the gang because you were the only Curtis sister and everyone knew what happened to that poor Brumley boy that asked you out a while ago, so you and Steve dated in secret. He came up to you and wrapped his warm arms around you, you snuggled into his chest. You two kissed softly and gently. He pressed his forehead to yours. “I don’t wanna hide anymore.” He said. “Steve,” You started. “I don’t care if your brothers do threaten to kill me.” He said, “I don’t wanna keep hiding this and coming up with reasons for Soda why I’m not flirting with girls at the station anymore.” You tilted your head to the side and sighed. “Fine.” You agreed, “But when Darry breaks both your legs and arms and your neck, and pony beats you black and blue don’t come crying to me saying I never warned you.” “Why would I cry?” He asked. “Because my grand parents are this close to making me live with them.” you told him. “That’s a good reason.” he said. “Shut up and kiss me.” you ordered. He obeyed and slowly kissed your neck, you were trying so hard not to moan. “Steve.” You whisper yelled. “What?” He asked. “Stop.” You whined. “Why?” He demanded. “Someone’s going to bust down that door in a matter of minutes and I don’t need you dead and all you left behind me was a hickey.” You tried not to yell. “I love you.” He whispered and kissed your lips as the door opened. Everyone was silent. You looked out into the living room, everyone was smiling. “You finally asked her out huh?” Soda asked his friend. “Yeah.” You muttered, “Something like that.” “You know the rules then.” Darry told Steve. “You had this set up?” You screeched. “Something like that.” He said. You pushed him off you and started to storm to your room. “____!” He called. You paused and turned around, your face slightly pink, “I love you too.” You said and fled the room.

“21.” You said hesitantly. You were a little iffy of playing the game with your friends, but they told you other wise. “Well, well, well.” You heard Two-bit say, “It’s this miss grease’s lucky day, for she gets to be in a closet with me.” You laughed and rolled your eyes, “Yes, Two-bit.” You told him, “That has been all I have dreamed of since I first saw you.” “I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!” He yelled, “You can’t keep your eyes off me!” You laughed again. “Absolutely not.” You told him, “And when that door shuts, if you’re not willing I’m raping your ass!” More laughter filled the room. “Even luckier for you, I am always willing.” He told you and sashyed into the closet you couldn’t help but laugh more. You followed him and someone closed the door behind you. “Come on Two-bit,” You called, “No more games.” “I like games.” He whispered in your ear causing you to jump, he ran is warm hands over your bare arms, your breath started to get ragged. You liked Two-bit, but you never thought he’d feel the same way. You gasped when you felt his soft lips connect with the back of your neck. “What’s the matter?” He teased, “I thought you were going to rape me?” “We were messing around.” You told him trying to keep your voice even. “You were.” He whispered, “I wasn’t.” He turned you around and pinned you to the wall. He attacked your lips in a fiery passion that sent your head spinning. “Two-bit.” You breathed when he pulled back. “Hmm?” He asked working at your neck. “I really, really like you.” You admitted, “How do you feel about me?” He stopped and stared at you deep in the eyes, “I love you.” He whispered. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him near for another kiss. You were in love. You pulled his shirt off and started kissing up and down his neck as you ran your hands up and down his strong chest. It was his turn to pull you up for a kiss. The door open and you heard roars of laughter. Two-bit pulled back and you saw why. Two-bit had his shirt off, yours was unbuttoned, both of you had a hickey and no one ever thought about you two being together like this before. You both fixed yourselves and exited the closet where he pulled you out of the house and to his car where he drove you up to a pretty over view of the city, there you spent the night making out. Ever since you’ve been laughing, watching Mickey Mouse, and in love ever since.

Silver Dream(A Sodapop Curtis One-Shot)


“Hey, buddy, here she comes.” Steve told me as I was checking the oil of some old man’s car.

I knew full well who he was talking about. I also knew I could never have her. She was a Winston!

“Hey greaemonkey! Sodiepop.” She said stomping out her cigaret.

“How you doin’ blondie?” Steve asked her.

An evil like smirk grew across her face as she pulled him into a head lock.

“Better soon as I make you lose that stupid nickname, Randle.” She hissed.

“I give, I give. Let go.” He said getting out of her grip.

Five foot three, about 120 lbs, white blond hair, icy blue eyes, a face with character, a small chest, and a quick temper.

California was always quick-tempered like her brother was. But became so much like him after he and Johnny died last year. It was almost scary to think it was so long ago it happened.

I know she cries though. When no one else is around, she cries. Not out loud, not making a single sound. But tears stream down her face like a waterfall down her lightly tanned, freckled cheeks.

I saw her once a while ago, but she didn’t see me. California, now there was a greaser girl every one wanted.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” She asked as I slammed the hood and told the man how much it was.

“Not much, Cal. What about you?” I asked flashing her a smile.

She smirked slightly, “I’m alright.”

“Good to hear.” I said taking the bills from him.

“So, what’re ya’ll up to tonight?” She asked.

“I was gonna take Evie to the drive in.” Steve said and winked at me.

“Pepsie?” She asked.

“I was gonna bum around the house, unless you got a better idea?” I asked grinning.

I managed to get her to grin back, “You know I always got somethin’ to do.”

It was true too. Califronia always had something for us to do when we were all board as can be, and Dally always had the money to pay for it. Unless they both decide it’s best done illegal.

“What’cha have in mind?” I asked her.

“It’s a surprise.” She said so slowly and in such a way it sent shivers up my spine.

“I’m lookin’ forward to it.” I told her.

We agreed to meet at river avenue after my shift. I was really looking forward to it.

“Yo, what’s up?” I asked as I met her. Cali was smoking a weed. She looked beautiful as the sun was starting to set.

She grinned, I grinned back. I loved it when she smiled.

“Jay’s.” She said and started walking.

“What’s goin’ on over at Jay’s?” I asked as I caught up with her.

“You’ll see.” She said slightly playfully.

I was slightly caught off guard by it. I remember she saved that tone only for when her and Dally were messing around. They did that a lot.

When we got to Jay’s, in big letters I read ‘Juke Box Dance Tonight’

“I didn’t know you liked to dance.” I said as we walked in.

“I don’t.” She said, “You do.”

I looked at her for a minute, but then she smiled almost sweetly and extended her hand out to me as her favorite song came on the juke box.

Twist and Shout by the Beatles.

We twisted a lot. It was fun. Best part was I got her laugh a couple of times. After a slow song came on we got a couple cokes.

“You’re a good dancer, Soda.” She said not looking at me.

“You’re better.” I told her moving a piece of her soft, white blonde hair out of her face so I could see her eyes.

“Not really.” She said almost shyly.

“You’re a real good dancer, Cali.” I told her leaning in to her. I wasn’t even thinking. But before our lips could touch, we were interrupted.

“Hey, Cali, how you doin’?” Tim Shepard asked us.

She shrugged, “I was doin’ fine ’til I had to see your ugly mug.”

I bit back a giggle.

He grinned at her darkly, “Just ’cause you lost your big brother a year ago, don’t mean we’re still mournin’.” He hissed, “You need to grow up, California Winston, and get yourself a real man.”

“I got one, Shepard.” She hissed, both me and Tim were taken aback, Cali sounded just like Dally there, “Now scram before I decide to bust your head in.”

He scramed, but not after muttering a few curses.

“What’ya mean you got a real man?” I asked without thinking.

She stood up and offered me her hand, silently telling me to come with her. I took her hand and let her lead me out of the restaurant. Onto the streets, passed out neighbourhood, up and down streets, through a little bit of forest, until we came to this pretty little clearing.

It was dark out, but the moon shone down on it like liquid silver, the large willow trees swayed slightly in the night breeze like they were dancing, the oaks stood strong and silent, the light colour dusted on the flowers were practically unnoticeable in the light, the grass was long, soft, green as I sat down next to Cali.

She lit up a weed and handed it to me. I excepted. She brought me out here for a reason.

“I found this place a couple day’s before the Soc was murdered.” She said shakily, I handed her back the weed and she took a long drag to calm herself.

“Just behind them trees,” She pointed in between a large great oak and a weeping willow tree, “There’s a run down cabin. I’ve been disappearin’ to it for a while. I couldn’t brig myself to go back to Buck’s after what happened. I was gonna bring Dally and Johnny here, thought maybe we could fix it up and make it our house.”

“What happened?” I asked as she paused for a little while, though I knew full well.

“Johnny was in no condition at first, and Dally was in the cooler. Then the Soc thing happened. I keep comin’ back here thinkin’ that they’ll show up and we can have a home here. But I know better.”

“Why’d you bring me here, Cali?” I asked her softly, I knew this was hurting her a lot to talk about.

She swallowed, “I had a dream sleepin’ out here a little while ago.” She told me, “Johnny and Dally came here to talk to me. They told me that one a the gang really liked me, and said I needed to give you a chance. So I guess all this night, I was kinda askin’ you on a date.”

“Really?” I asked she nodded.

“Then you wont mind if I do this,”

I grabbed her shoulders and deeply planted my lips on hers. Fireworks went everywhere that night.


“Dallas! You don’t hit your sister!” Cali scolded our youngest son as he hit out youngest child and only daughter, Candycane.

“Say you’re sorry.” She hissed.

He huffed, “I’m sorry, Candy.” He said defeated.

“And?” She pressed.

“I pwomise I wont do it again.” He said looking down.

“Go play.” She said, “You too, Candy.”

They both ran off giggling.

I couldn’t be happier with how my life turned out. We had four amazing kids. Johnathan Darrel Curtis, Sodapop Patrick Curtis Jr., Dallas Christapher Curtis, and Candycane Marry Curtis.

I still worked at the DX with Steve, we were co managers. Cali was an interior designer, and mostly worked from home.

We raised our kids the way we thought was best, and she wanted them to not go down the same path she and her brother did. I respect that.

You end up like Dallas Winston, she even agreed, you don’t really turn out at all.

We turned that old cabin she showed me that day into our house, bought the place around it so the kids could run wild and free, like kids should.

The thing is that night, we sorta went a litter further than kissin’, and a few weeks later we found she was pregnant with Johnny.

“What do you think we should name this one?” She asked as I was still stuck in my thoughts.

“What?” I asked unable to believe it.

She only grinned really big, and I had to mirror her.

“I love you, California.” I said hugging her.

“I love you too, Sodapop.” She said kissing me.

This was the perfect life anyone could ask for.

Two Wrongs Don’t Make a Right, But Two Hates Can Equal Love(A Steve Randle One-Shot)


Music was pumping, people were laughing and yelling, smoke and beer filled the air. And I was getting hot and sweaty.

I was sitting in my boyfriend’s lap during a party at Buck’s. He was kissing me neck just the way I liked it. I ran my hands through his greasy hair. He bit my collar-bone and I pulled away.

“What?” He spat, we both had a few drinks.

“You don’t mark me up.” I told him staring down at him, “We agreed on that.”

“Honey, a greaser don’t agree to nothing he don’t like.” He said and smirked going back to my neck.

I pushed him off and left his lap. He grabbed my wrist as I tried to walk away.

“You ain’t going anywhere you bitch.” He hissed through the music.

I yanked my wrist away, whirled around and punched him right in the nose. Probably breaking it again.

He stumbled back and glared at me. I glared back.

“Somethin’ wrong here?” I heard the most familiar voice ask.

“I don’t know, Bro.” I said still staring at him, “Do we Tim?”

He hissed knowing he lost. He could take me. He could hold his own with Dally. But the infamous Winston siblings together. I doubt he had a death wish.

He stood up and left.

“We’re done!” I yelled to him over the music.

“You’ll come crawling back before the weeks over!” He called back.

I looked timidly over at my older brother.

“Thanks.” I said.

“Told you he ain’t nothin’ but trouble.” He told me messing up my blond hair.

“So are you.” I said pushing him off, “So am I.”

We laughed lightly and headed up to our room.

Dally was my best friend, I could never ask for anyone better in my life than him.

“You gonna go back?” he asked after he shut the door muffling the noise from downstairs a lot.

“Not a chance in hell.” I told him lighting up a weed, “He always begged me to come back when he was drunk. And you know me, I can’t stand to see a greaser cry.”

“Yes you can.” He smirked at me.

“He’s the exception.” I said blowing my smoke at him.

He was referring to the man I couldn’t stand. I knew for a fact he felt the exact same way as I did.

Growing up I teased him a lot. Made him go home and cry. I sometimes would beat him up if he called me something, or if he just pissed me off.

Our friends found it funny. He was a year older than me. Yet I threw him around like he was a doll. He’d always fight back with me. But never win.

Steve Randle. I loathed him.

Everything about him; his cocky attitude, his being rude to everyone, he’s thinking guys are superior to girls, the way he treats his girlfriends, and worst of all the way he confuses me.

I don’t know how, but every time I see him, or get near him, or I’m arguing with him, or something like that, I get this weird feeling in my stomach like I’m gonna be sick. I kinda like it too. But I hate him.

So I hate the kid, and he gives me this feeling that I like.

See, he confuses the hell out of me!

The worst part is we have mutual friends, and we work together.

I have a part-time job at the DX. Originally it was to help the Curtis brother’s with the bills. I figured I’d take a little of my money and give Soda the rest. He was a real good buddy of mine. But he knew I loathed his best friend.

Hell! Everyone did!

I put the cigaret out and threw my shoes off. I layed back on my bed and fell asleep. I was thinking about me and Dally on the run like we always were.

Being wild, free, no cares in the world, always having each other, never needin’ anything more than that. That’s the way I liked it. That’s the way I wanted it.


“Sky. . . . Sky. . . . Sky!”

I opened my eyes and looked up at my brother’s blue eyes.

“Morning.” I mumbled rubbing my eyes.

“Finally.” He said, “I was beginning to think you’d never wake up.” He joked.

“I ain’t gonna let you off that easy.” I said as I sat up.

He tossed me my shoes and I put them on.

We grabbed our jackets, and picked up my DX shirt from the floor on our way out. We were headed to the Curtis house.

When we got there the usual.

Two-bit glued to the tv, Darry making breakfast, Pony looking for his school stuff, Soda asking for jeans, Johnny sitting in the corner, and of course. . .

It was stuffing its face with chocolate cake.

I rolled my eyes and plopped down next to Two-bit.

He wrapped an arm around me and brought me close.

“Hey clouds how you doin’?” He asked.

I shrugged, “Not bad Mickey, you?”

He was like a second brother to me, Dally never minded even though I was a blond. I wasn’t anywhere near Two-bit’s menu.

He said, and I quote, “I value my life too much to think about touchin’ you, nothing personal” This was after I asked him why he went after almost every blond he sees except for me.

“Not, bad.”

I nodded and slipped out from under him. I took off my leather jacket and pulled on my DX shirt over my white wife beater.

“We’re gonna be late!” Darry yelled.

I jumped up and followed him after saying ‘bye’ to the guys. I was followed by Soda and Steve.

“Don’t kill each other!” Darry called as he dropped us off.

I rolled my eyes and headed to the garage.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He spat.

“To work.” I said back smart ass-ly, “You should try it sometimes.”

He put his arm out and blocked me from going through the door to go into the garage.

“I work in there.” He hissed.

“Not today.” I growled.

“Wanna bet?” He asked getting to my eye level, as I was shorter to him.

Damn it! There it is again. I feel sick, like there’s something in my stomach.

“Sky! I need you to be on counter today! A bunch of girls are dropping by!” Soda yelled stopping our fight.

I glared at Steve, and he glared back as we walked to our designated positions for the day, and did as we normally do. Work.

Noting really happened until after school let out. Girls came flooding in, just to see Sodapop. They came in and bought something every once in a while, but not really.

“Hey Sky.” Pony said as he came in, Johnny, Two-bit, Dally, and for some reason Curly Shepard following him.

“Finished in the brain washing facility?” I asked as Two-bit cracked up a little.

“For the day.” he droned.

I nodded.

“Don’t touch any of that kid.” I spat as I saw Curly eyeing the candy.

“I wasn’t gonna take non.” He said walking up to the counter, “Only reason why I’m here is ’cause my brother asked me to tell you something.”

“And what’s that?” I asked not caring in the least what he had to say.

“Just that he’s expecting you back in his bed about midnight.” He grinned.

I hopped over the counter, Two-bit was holding me back from killing the little creep. Johnny and Pony were doing their best with Dally.

“Why don’t you tell that cunt of a brother of yours that the only way he’s ever gonna get anything in his bed is a rabid sewer rat that wants to rape him!”

He stood there shocked for a minute but then left. Everyone had burst out laughing.

I hoped back over and sat on the stool behind the counter.

“Sky, you hang around Two-bit too much.” Dally told me when he calmed down.

“Who else am I supposed to hang around after you’re jailed?” I asked, “Steve?”

“I’d be a start.” He said leaning over.

“You’re one hell of a stupid brother you know that.” I growled to him.

“And you’re a pretty mouthy brat considering everything I’ve done for you.” He hissed.

We smirked evilly at each other for a couple of minutes until I heard the bell of the front door open.

I turned away, and there she was. Dyed blond hair, high heels, cake face, mini skirt, shirt that shows a hell of a lot more than it covers, and chewing about a half a pack of gum. Evie.

“Hi, Sky.” She said cheerfully coming up to the counter, I might not of liked any of the guy’s girls, but even when it was Sylvia or one of Steve’s I was always polite.

“Hey.” I said.

“Steve here?” She asked.

I groaned and rolled my eyes pointing to the back. She nodded and left.

“Why do you hate him so much?” Two-bit asked sitting on the counter.

“Because he’s Steve Randle.” I told him, “I can’t stand that.”


We walked back to the Curtis place and bummed around a little.

Two-bit and I were wrestling around on the floor like always. The guys were cheering for either of us. Of course it was always like this;

Dally cheered for me, Steve cheered for Two-bit, Johnny cheered for me, Pony cheered for Two-bit, Soda Cheered for me, when he was here Darry cheered for Two-bit.

This would sometimes switch if one of us wasn’t feelin’ too good or something. But two things were always the same. Dally’d always cheer for me, Steve’d always cheer for Two-bit.

“I win!” I yelled in Two-bit’s face as I pinned him.

“Wanna bet?” He asked.

Then flipped me. That didn’t last too long as I flipped us and put him in a head lock. And my grip was deadly.

“Holler Uncle!” I ordered.

“Never!” He yelled trying to get free or bite my arm.

I tightened the grip and it was getting hard for him to breathe.

“Uncle!” He choked out dramatically. I let him go and sat up smiling. He took dramatic gulps of breath and panted like he was about to die.

“You’re a wimp.” I said shoving his shoulder.

“Am not you are.” He said sticking his tongue out at me.



“I know I am, thank you.” I said victoriously.

His face dropped knowing he had been defeated.

I high-fived Soda, Johnny, and Dally wrapped me in a hug.

“You’re going soft.” I teased when he let me go.

“Quiet down other wise it’ll be the last you say.” He told me darkly.

“You ain’t ever gonna hurt me, Dal. You know it.” I told him.

The phone rang bringing us out of our little sibling brawl as we call it. Soda answered.


“Yeah, he’s right here.”

“Steve, phone.”

He picked it up, “Hello?”

He got quite after that.

“No I understand, don’t worry. Bye.”

He hung up and ran his hands through his hand and collapsed on the couch, burying his head in his hands.

I walked up and poked him lightly.

“Randle, what’s up with that?” I asked.

He looked up and glared at me.

“Non, of your freaking business.” He snapped. He stood up and pushed me back, sending me to the floor. He them stomped out.

“Steve!” I yelled and tried to rush after him, but was stopped.

“Let him vent, Sky.” Soda told me holding me back, “I think the last thing he needs right now is you teasing him about this.”

“I need to know what’s goin’ on.” I strained and tried to pull away but he held tighter.

“Come on, he’s only gonna explode on you anyways.” He told me.

“I don’t care.” I said still struggling.

“Why do you care so much, I thought you hated him?” Two-bit asked.

“I do.” I said finally getting out of Soda’s grasp.

I sighed, “Maybe you guys can explain this to me?” I said.

“We’ll try.” Darry told me.

I passed around a second, and walked a little so I was practically in the door way of the kitchen. I turned back and looked at all of them.

“I hate Steve, with ever fiber of my being.” I began, “But for the weirdest reason whenever he’s talking to me, fighting with me, or just around me in general, I get this weird feeling. Like I got somethin’ in my stomach, like it’s almost flutterin’. I feel sick and I like it. What’s wrong with me?”

I looked around. They were all staring at me like I was crazy.

Soda then broke out in a smile and jumped up from the couch.

“Congrats Sky!” He said beaming, “You’re in love with ol’ Stevie.”

I stared at him shocked for a minute. Did I?

I burst out laughing sliding down the wall, crying. I was laughing so hard. I think it took about five minutes before I calmed down fully.

I whipped away the tears and looked at Soda dead in the eye.

“I like the joke, now what’s the truth?”

“That is Sky.” he told me.

“No possible.” I said standing up.

“Maybe it’s true, but you don’t realize it.”Darry told me.

“Whaddya mean?” I asked.

“You know how little boys would tease a girl because he likes her and doesn’t know how to express it? That’s what you’re doing Sky. You’re so unaccustomed to dealing with stuff like this you use nasty words and violence to deal with it.” He told me.

I thought for a minute.

Me and Steve had been through a lot. He beat Tim up for me after we first broke up for cheating on me. He stopped Socs from jumping me about a year ago. He never tackled me too hard in football. He was nice enough, and he wasn’t too bad lookin’ neither. But who he was. He just pissed me off.

Then again so did Tim, so did Curly, so did Socs, so did Buck, so did Dally some times.

I thought really hard. I never knew how to deal with anything other than rage and hate, just like Dally taught me. So I treated everything like that.

No, no I didn’t completely hate Steve Randle.

Standing there thinking, all I could do was run.

I ran out that door with everyone calling after me. I didn’t care. I too off. I let my feet carry me where they wanted to go. But I didn’t stop. Not until I collapsed.

I tripped and sat up. Looking around. I caught my breath and took in my surroundings.

This was the scrap yard we came to for car parts. All of us. Soda and Steve, Pony sometimes. I’d tag along if asked.

I stood up and climbed over the fence. I hit the ground with a muffled thud.

I started walking around. I didn’t know why but I did. In the moon light of the night I saw a shadowed figure leaning over a car.

“Steve?” I asked almost meekly.

“What?” He snapped harshly.

I was used to this so I wasn’t phased in the least about he was acting.

“I wanna know what’s wrong.” I told him stepping closer.

“Non of your damn business, Sky!” He yelled into the night air, “Why don’t you go back wrestle more with Two-bit, or to Buck’s make out with Tim again.”

“I’m done with him.” I told him.

He paused, stopped moving, I mean. But he didn’t look at me.

“I broke up with him and I ain’t never gonna go back to him.” I told him, “I think I wore Two-bit out for today anyways. Sides, I think it’s best I come and see how you’re doing.”

“Why? So you can go around and tell everyone?” He hissed.

I shook my head stepping closer, “I’m sorry okay, I never knew how to cope with what I was really feelin’ towards you.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” He almost snapped, but this time he looked at me.

“I don’t know.” I told him, “Not for sure anyways. Soda said I loved you, but I doubt it.”

I looked at him, his brown eyes were starting to bore into me.

“I get this feelin’ in my stomach.” I told him placing a hand on my tummy, “I feel it right now too. It’s like there’s something in there, fluttering almost. I feel sick, and for some reason I really like it. But I find it weird ’cause over the years I told myself I hate you.”

“Butterflys.” He told me looking down back into the car engine.

“What?” I asked.

“You have butterflys in your stomach.” He told me looking back at me. I was taken back slightly. His voice was gentile this time.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Soda was right.” he told me.

“Oh.” I replied looking away. I felt my cheeks start to heat up a little.

“I feel ’em too.” he said.

My head shot up and I stared at him.

“You what?” I asked.

“I feel ’em too, Sky.” He told me, “The butterflys. I’ve always ignored them ’cause I knew you hated me. I figured if you didn’t want anything then neither did I. I never hated you like I told you a million times.”

“Then how do you feel?” I asked, “About me, I mean?”

He looked at me. For once his eyes showed something I’ve never seen as he gazed over me. He walked up to me. My heart was pounding in my chest as he was so close. He tucked a strand of my white blond hair behind my ear. He cupped my cheek and leaned it. He pressed his lips firmly on mine.

Fireworks everywhere. I was on cloud nine right now. I wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him down, he snaked his around my waist bringing me closer to him.

We pulled away for breath. He kept his forehead on mine the entire time. He looked deep into my icey blue eyes. His brown ones were mesmerizing.

“I love you, Sky.” He said, “Always have ever since I first saw you.”

I bit my bottom lip, “What about Evie?”

“She was on the phone.” He told me, “Broke up with me. Not like it matters. I was only with her to get you jealous.”

I smiled and kissed him again. Better than before.

“I’m not sure since when, but Stevie, I think I love you too.” I said.

“Don’t call my that, Skyler.” He told me.

“Fair enough.” I said and brought him down again.

I never did end up getting back together with Tim ever again. Steve sweetened up a little after we got together. Dally never really worried about us as a couple.

The guys were happy we were together now. Excpecally Sodapop.

Steve and I still argue, quite often too. But it never stopped us and our love.

I think we’ve done each other a lot of wrong before we were together. I knew from experience that two wrongs will never make a right. But at the same time, two hates can equal love.