Only in America (Katrina) INACTIVE

[sodapop]

That Tuesday night he decided he'd, yet again, to break the rules and go to the rodeo with some of his old high school friends of his. He hadn't been in a while, he'd hurt his shoulder pretty bad a while back, so Darry decided it best he sit back and watch, and where was the fun in that? He made up some bad excuse and ventured out, only this time Soda and his gang of monkey's would be meeting a girl Soda had a few run in's with over the course of two days. She said she was tough and would love to give bull riding a shot, so Soda invited her here.

"You sure this little rich thing's gonna show up." His friend said before they reached the back of the rodeo, he'd asked this question five times now and it was really getting annoying.
Soda finished off his coke and tossed the can carelessly into the bushes, he smiled another one of his wild smiles and hopped the gate, getting into the red dirt stadium for free. "I'm sure now will you just shut up and get in here already."

"You serious about her riding a bull," The guy asked, this one he'd asked ten times,Sodapop smacked him in the back of the head just to shut him up.
"Do I gotta say it again?" Sodapop rolled his eyes, "Chick's tuff, she'll do it!"
"Yeah well she ain't no greaser, I wouldn't be surprised if she backs out of this dude."
"What do you know about greasers?" Sodapop asked, "You don't even live in the East side dumb-ass!"
He's buddies got a kick out of this and started laughing their asses off, he'd let 'em have their fun, he'd just continue walkin' and they'd follow him eventually. They were little tag-a-longs, wherever he went they went, and lord was it annoying. He was, for once, glad he had the gang instead of them.
"Something tells me he likes this girl, whadda think fellas?" Said an overly bold friend.

Soda turned, "I think you better shut your trap or I'll skin ya."

They fell silent.

He wandered over to the front gate where he said he'd meet Katrina, he lit a cigarette and leaned up against the nearest object he could find. The only people entering were Socs and a few out-of-towners saying how odd it was to find a rodeo in a city like New York. He had to give it to them though, when he thought long and hard about NYC, the word rodeo never came to mind.
Which was sad, the rodeo was one of the only places Sodapop could think or be free, not have to worry about keeping his job, or keeping the peace. Which is why he probably got real angry at Darry when he told him he could no longer ride, he wasn't just taking away bull riding he was taking away Sodapop's freedom.

In the distance he could hear people cheering, an announcer was declaring the winner of a barrel racing contest, and right after barrel racing was bull riding, Kat had better show her face soon or the show was going on with out her.

[cherry]

[/b] Katrina said, stopping in front of him and leaning on her hip. [/ul]

[sodapop]

Blonde hair moved through the crowd of baseball caps and cowboy hats, the corners of his mouth curved into a small smile. Katrina stopped in front of him moment's later, he wasn't totally shocked that she'd shown up, he had a gut feeling she would, but he was a little surprised that she hadn't come up to him begging not to be here.

"You probably didn't think I would show, did you?"

He grinned a toothy smile and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, "I knew you'd show," He said simply turning his back to his friends and looking directly at Kat, he'd taken to calling her Kat entirely because the fact Katrina sounded to upper-class to him. Even if she was a bit rich, he tried to ignore the social status and mainly just focused all his hate on the Socs. "Just didn't know you were going to go all the way through with this. You sure you wanna do this?"

One of his buddies punched his shoulder, "While your flirting it up," He said a bit irritant, "Were gonna go over there and mess with the Socs, we'll be sure to see that thing ride the bull though, so she better be on it."

Soda shrugged them off, rolling his eyes, yeah, he was definitely starting to like the gang better. He glanced at Kat then started walking toward the cattle pens, just toward the end of the long row of cows was where brave souls got tossed around on an angry bovine. While they walked he talked, "First off, just ignore those guys. Their jerks, not even sure why I hang around them. Second, when you get on that bull ignore the fact that it's trying to throw you off and you'll last a few good minutes."

[cherry]

[/b] She stated sarcastically, folding her arms across her chest. "Of course I want to do this. I'm here, aren't I?" Katrina asked and she shrugged her cotton-covered shoulders. Behind Soda, the group of Greaser's moved closer to where they were standing, one of them speaking up.

Katrina raised her eyebrows at what he said; apparently Soda was flirting with her, a fact that shocked her slightly. It might have been true that she only showed up at the rodeo because she wanted an excuse to see him again, but Katrina wasn't about to admit to that out loud. She shook her head and gave a small and dainty wave to the group as they walked in the opposite direction, her eyes turning back to Sodapop as he started moving into the arena. Katrina got in step next to him, listening quietly as he spoke with a smile on her small lips. "Really, because they seem like they are the nicest and sweetest people in all of New York." Katrina was really laying it on thick now, a laugh coming from her as they moved down the line of pens that were situated around the main open area. It hurt her slightly to see the cattle locked up in cages, ready to be poked and prodded for human enjoyment. She gave a small sigh, looked sideways at Soda. "A few minutes?" she questioned, raising her eyebrows.

She wasn't an expert in any sport, especially bull riding, but that sounded a little off to her. For a moment, fear ghosted over her blue eyes and she cast a weary look to the gathering of spectators. "I thought it was only to be eight seconds." she said, still looking a little worried as she spoke to him. "If I get hurt, you better bring me flowers when I'm in the hospital." Katrina stated with a small laugh. Hopefully she wouldn't end up in the hospital, but regardless of that, he could give her flowers whenever he liked. Katrina doubted that he would and she didn't expect anything from him other than a smile and a smart ass joke, but there had to be a reason why he had pestered her so much in the first place. Katrina didn't think on it and turned her attention back to the people gathered around the arena.[/ul]

[sodapop]

He looked up at the stadium lights, and waited for Kat to talk before looking down at her. Just now realizing the fact that she was taller then him, he suddenly wished he was about Dally's height, maybe shorter. But the thought only grazed his mind.

"Really, because they seem like they are the nicest and sweetest people in all of New York."

He cupped his hand over his ears and leaned in a bit toward Katrina, "Oh I'm sorry was that sarcasm?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and started kicking up the red dirt, then he caught Kat glancing at the cattle, what was running through her mind? Suddenly Kat spoke again, a bit of worry in her voice, he almost stopped dead in his tracks and asked if she wanted to turn back around because a part of him didn’t want her doing this either. Then decided against it, he shut his mouth, opening it again once he thought through a way to explain the different styles of bull riding without going through a long and boring story.

"Well," He began running his fingers through his hair, which today he didn't bother to grease up, so it brushed the middle of his neck, "Theres two different ways to do a rodeo, cowardly and safe, eight seconds in the ring. Or wild and reckless, five minutes in the ring."

She made the comment about him bringing her flowers if she wound up in the hospital, he glanced up to see where they were. Right at the gates, only one muscular cowboy stood infront of them and two angry bulls, he could now make a wise-ass comment without Kat turning around and hightailing it out of there. "Kat," He said a small smile cracking through his closed lips, "If you fall of that bull and get injured chances are you'd need a coffin more then a hospital bed. But I'll be sure to put some flowers by your grave if that helps."

He barely had time to laugh when the announcer from before declared the start of the bull riding contest, the cowboy infront of them was sitting on his bull, kissing his wife, and holding on for dear life. He glanced at Kat then back at the cowboy, the gates opened and the bull took off, trashing and bucking insanely fast.