Born and raised in the small town of Tulsa, Oklahoma the youngest Curtis, Shyanne, has a few run ins with socs who think she's one of them.....she not by any means a soc, she's the toughest greaser girl in Tulsa. She won't show her soft side to any...
I woke up and noticed something on my vanity. It was a note.
It read: Dear Shy,
I hope you are having a wonderful morning so far, though I don't know what time you'll be reading this, we have all gone out for the afternoon to set up a few things. Meet us at Bucks place at 1:00 sharp.
Love, Darry, Stevie, Mickey, Jumps, Bubby, and BB.
I chucked at the boys and looked at the time. It was 10:00.
I walked over to my wardrobe and started digging through my outfits and put one together.
Black leggings, a white tank top, a black leather jacket and my steel toed boots.
I hopped through the shower and blow dried my hair so It would dry faster.
It was 11:00 at this point. So I pulled my hair into a pony tail, got dressed, and put on some light makeup.
It was 12:40 by the time I was finished and I got a stroke of brilliance. I grabbed the phone and dialed Curlys number.
"Hey Shepard-" he cut me off "what do ya want Chick." I chuckled at his lovely nickname for me. I also was chuckling because we only use our last names when we want somethin.
"I need ya to give me a ride to Bucks and don't give me no shit just get your ass over hear." He sighed "be there in five asshole." I rolled my eyes "thanks jackass" I hung up the phone and slipped on my boots.
About 3 minutes later I heard Tim's car and chuckled figuring Curly got his towed. Again.
I stepped out of the door as I heard Curly get out of his car.
He stood there his greasy black hair shining him the sunlight. His dark eyes glinting with mischief. He had on a muscle tee with the sleeves cut off and a pair a jeans
He gave me a face and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Hurry up chick it's cold."
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I chuckled "chill out Bull." I hugged him and he said "happy birthday Chickie." We hopped into his car and drove to bucks where it was dark inside and quiet.
Without knocking I walked right in. "SURPRISE!" I yelped and deck the nearest person in the jaw.
"Ow damn!" I looked as the infamous 6'0 Tim Shepard lay on the floor rubbing his jaw. "Shit sorry Tim."
He chuckled and got up. I began to look around the room. It was covered in decorations and there was a big cardboard square in the corner.
"That" Soda said "is a present." I grinned and Buck came in with the cake. Curly volunteered to sing. Lovely.
"-happy birthday dear asshole....happy birthday too you." I laughed, "Jackass." I muttered taking the piece of cake from Darry.
