JULIE'S POV (I PROMISE, THERE WILL BE OTHER PPL'S POV...PROBABLY A CURLY ONE SOON.)

I sat up in bed and looked around, forgetting where I was for a minute. It all started coming back to me and I groaned as the hang over I had made my head pound. That stupid bright sun that was shinning down on me wasn't helping any either. I gotta remember to hang a sheet up to use for curtains. I finally willed myself to get up and take something and get a shower.

Things have been pretty fun since I've been here in Tulsa. It's not like Mississippi. People 'round here are more into gangs and you can tell that about everybody around here has been in at least ten fights before in their life time. I've been in plenty of fights back home and was actually labled the town nuisance from all the trouble I was causing. I've been to the cooler twice and wasn't really inching to go back. Jail's not ass tuff as most people say it is and it's twice as tough as most people think.

"Jul!" Dally yelled and I came out the bathroom, fully clothed.

"Yeah?" I asked in a better mood. Showers always made me feel better.

"You want to go see the town?" He asked. When I had first got here, I had figured Dal wasn't going to be really open to show me everything and take me places. We were always close when we were younger and he had been my favorite cousin but I never thought we'd stay close. I'm glad we did.

I smile and nod. "Sure."

"Come on." He says and we walk out the front door.

We walked around town most the day, him pointing out places to go to chill and places to stay away from. Tulsa was bigger than the area of Jackson I lived in but it's not like my birth place Brooklyn, New York. That's one city you can get lost, rapped, mugged, and win a million dollars in all in one day. Too bad the last thing never happened to me.

We were sitting at The Dingo now having lunch. Dally had just explained the whole soc/greaser thing to me and I found all of it stupid. We didn't have that shit back in Mississippi. Either you had some spoiled farmer kids or you had the poor folks who worked on the farms or other crummy jobs. I worked on one farm during the summer like I mentioned earlier but it was for a poor eldly man who had no kids and had a wife baried down the road.

"Winston!" A voice called and both Dal and I looked up. I don't know why I looked; it's not like I know anyone around here.

A familiar face came into view though. It was the guy with the scar, Tim I think, and Curly and Angela. Tim walked over and sat down with us at our booth.

"What's up?" Dally asked Tim.

"You up for a fight?" Tim asked him. "Got some boys that won't get off my turf and I'm about to take care of it but I might need some help."

"Count me in." Dally smirked. "When?" He asked.

"Now." Tim said and then noticed me. "Hey kid."

"Hey." I say.

"Will you be able to find your way home, Jul?" Dally asked me unsure. "This might take awhile."

"Yeah, sure." I say and smile. "I'll be fine."

Dally gave me another look over and I rolled my eyes. Dally was the closest thing I've ever had to a big brother and it always seemed to annoy me when he started to act like it.

"These two will stay with her." Tim said as he nodded towards Curly and Angela, who were talking to some guys in the booth behind us.

"Huh?" Curly asked as he looked at us.

"You or Angel will stay with Dal's cousin?" I couldn't even tell if it was a statement or a question but Curly nodded his head.

"Hey Curly Fry." I say with a grin.

"Hey Juliet." He said with a matching grin.

"You two know each other?" Dally asked and I could tell he didn't really like that.

"I met him last night while hanging out with Angela." I told him as I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at him.

"Hey Julia!" Angela said as she noticed me for the first time. She reached down and hugged me and I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable with that. I wasn't really a hugger. When you grow up with a bunch of guys, you don't really turn out to be a very huggable person.

"Hey Ang." I say and was a bit surprised she wasn't mad at me anymore for dancing with Curly.

She let go and sat next to me. "So while they're gone you want to come to my house?"

"Sure." I say. "Bye Dally." I say as they get up to leave.

He gave me a half smirk, half smile. "I'll be back later kid."

"Let's get to my house." Angela said. "Are you coming Curly?"

"Sure." He said as he slouched as we walked down the street.

"I never thought you two were really close." I say after a few minutes of silence.

They gave me a look and at the same time they said, "We're not."

I laughed. "Well, y'all seem to be doing a lot of stuff together."

"We just have a lot of the same friends." Curly said.

"What about now? Both of you didn't have to show me around." I told them.

"Well I wanted to get to know you more because I think we could be really good friends." Angela said with a smile. Being friends with her didn't seem so bad.

"I just wanted something to do and you look like a fun loving person." Curly said.

I laughed. "Well I sure don't like to sit around all day and do nothing."

"We're here." Angela said as we walked up to a beat up house. The house looked about as good on the inside as it did on the outside. There was beer bottles and shit everywhere and was a hole in one of the steps on the stairs. It didn't bother me though. My house wasn't the greatest either and I was more relaxed in bad houses rather than nice, fancy ones.

"What do you want to do?" Angela asked as we sat on the couch.

"I don't know." I say as I looked around. "What can we do?"

"I'm going to take a shower." Curly said as he left the room.

"We can listen to records." Angela said and I smiled and nodded. I was really big in music, especially Elvis. We listened to "Little Sister" and "Viva Las Vagas" by him for awhile while we talked about guys and clothes and all that stuff. I might not be a full out girly girl but I was into some things, especially guys. I wasn't much for fashion but I guess some of her ideas of cute was alright. The phone soon rang and it ended up being her boyfriend. After ten minutes of sitting there, I decided to go see what Curly was up to since I knew he couldn't still be in the shower.

I got up and went up the stairs, being carefull not to fall into the big hole in the forth step. I peeked in one room but it was Angela's room so I tried the one next to it. It was pitch black and gave me an erie feeling so I closed the door quietly. The room right across from that room has a crack in the door and I quietly opened it a little. Curly was laying on his stomach with his head turned to the side on his bed and looked to be sleeping. I walked in quietly and looked at the sleeping boy and grinned.

'He looks so sweet when he's sleeping. I wish I had a camara right now...this would be perfect black mail.' I thought as I looked at him. He had his face turned to the side with a sweet smile on his face as he rested his head on his pillow while his arms were baried under it. His green quilt was wrapped around him to his waist and he wasn't wearing a shirt. 'Man is he hot.' I can't help but think as I looked at his muscular arms and wish I could see his chest. Ain't no dout in my mind he's got a six pack.

Being as quiet as I could, I walked closer to his bed until I was right infront of it. I grinned and thought about how much fun this was going to be. Without a second thought to it, I jumped on him yelling. He immediately jumped up and screamed too and I rested my head on his chest as I collapsed with laughter.

Once he realized what had happened he glared at me. "What the hell was that?"

Once I stopped laughing, I lifted my head up off of his chest. "I just thought it'd be a nice surprised if I graced you with my preasents while you were sleeping oh so peacefully."

He glared at me and in one swift moment, he flipped onto my back so I lay right beside him. "I don't think it was a nice surprise."

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "That's 'cause you're just jealous you didn't think of something so smart."

He rolled his eyes but cracked a grin.

"See." I say with a laugh. "You can't deny it!"

He rolled his eyes again. "You're so full of yourself."

"Thanks." I say sarcastically. "You know what?"

"What?" He asks.

"You look like a sweetheart when your asleep but a smelly hood when your awake." I say with a grin.

He glared at me. "OK one, I just took a bath, two I am a hood, and three I don't look like that while I'm sleeping."

I rolled my eyes. "How do you know what you look like while your sleeping? You can't see yourself."

"I know I don't look like a 'sweetheart'." He said and the way he said it made me laugh.

"You do too!" I say with a grin. "You look like a sweet little baby soc boy."

He glared at me and before I knew what was happening, his fingers found their way to my sides and he started tickling me. Being the very ticklish girl that I am, I squirmed around and shot out in laughter.

"S-stop!" I yelled at him as I tried to escape but he had a good grip on me.

"Take it back." He said with a grin.

"Never!" I cried out as I started to tear up with laughter.

"Come o-on Curly!" I cried out as tears fell from my eyes. "Let m-me g-g-go!"

"As soon as you take it back." He said evily.

After a few more minutes of torture, I finally give in. He just grinned at me as he let me go while I punched him in the shoulder.

"Don't ever do that again!" I told him playfully.

"Or what?" He teased. "Are you going to go around and say I look like a sweetheart in my sleep?"

I laughed. "No but I'll say you look like a baby soc boy and fight like one too."

He gave me a look but that only made me laugh harder. A loud screaming voice dried my laughter down though. I sat up as I herd both a man and a woman's voice yelling at one another.

"What the hell?" I asked Curly.

"Relax, it's just my parents." He says as he sits up too.

"Oh." I say, clearly understanding. "Ok."

More yelling and then all of a sudden there was a shattering noise.

"Shit." Curly says. "Let's get out of here before they bring me into it."

I take his offered hand and we both sneak down the stairs. A woman with dark skin and curly hair slapped the man hard in the face while the pale white man with blonde hair shook her silly. I couldn't help but think how much Tim, Curly, and Angela favor their mother more than their father.

"He's not my dad...just some asshole my mom married after the old man croacked." Curly told me as we walked down the street.

"I didn't ask." I told him, wondering how the hell he knew I was thinking that.

"You're eyes sure did." He told me.

I gave him a look as we made our way to a park. "I never figured you as a deep person?"

We sat on the swings and he laughed. "I ain't."

"You tellin' me that you just looked in my eyes and were able to read my thoughts?" I asked his with a brow raised as I pushed myself on the swing.

"Didn't Angel tell you, I'm phychic?" He said with a grin.

I laughed. "You lier!"

"I tell you one of my deepest secrets and you laugh. I'm hurt!" He joked.

"Alright, you want to know one of my secrets?" I asked him.

"Sure." He said.

"I see dead people!" I told him as I tried to keep a straight face.

He laughed. "Do not."

"Do you really dout my powers?" I asked him. "I can always send a few demons over to haunt you."

"That's OK, I'm good." Curly said with a grin.

"Now that's where ya wrong Curly Fry." I told him.

"What ya mean?" He asked me.

"You're not good, you're bad." I said and he rolled his eyes.

"What ever." He said as he played in the sand under us with his worn out shoes.

"So Curly, tell me 'bout yourself." I told him after a few minutes of silence.

"What's to say? My name's Curly Shepard, I'm a hood, and I live in hell." He said.

"Well...how did you get the name Curly?" I asked.

"My parents were drunk the night I was born." He said with a smirk. "Tim told me our mom didn't even remember getting pregnant let alone giving birth the next day."

I was quiet. "Oh." I said as I tried to think of something to say.

"What about you?" Curly asked me.

"What about me?" I asked him.

"Tell me about you." He said as he rolled his eyes and I laughed. Sometimes I have blonde moment.

"Well my names Julia Winston, I'm from Jackson, Mississippi, and I agree with this being hell." I say with a laugh.

"Why did you move here?" Curly asked and I really wish he wouldn't have.

I sighed and looked down at my feet as I pushed the sand under me around. "It's a really long and stupid story."

Curly just looked at me. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

I sighed. "I guess I can tell you but you have to promise you ain't gonna go spreading it all over the fuckin' town. I hate when people know my business."

"I promise." He said.

"Well basically my parents were always fighting and they finally decided to split up. Dad was the one that beat me senceless while my mom would starve me. Either way I was still happy they finally decided to get away from each other and were hoping that I could live with my mom because even if she was a bitch, I still loved her a hell of a lot more than that old man. Well turns out that niether one of them wanted me so they came to the conclusion to send me with my Uncle John and cousin Dally since niether one wanted to be stuck with ' the dumbass bitch' as they put it." I told him and had to blink back the tears that threatened to fall. Thinking it was horrible but saying it out loud to someone else made it so real and I wasn't ready for this.

Before I knew what was happening, I was pulled into someone's arms. I looked up at Curly as a few tears rolled down my face. We sat on the ground, me holding onto him while he rocked me back and forth in his protective arms. I hadn't felt this safe in a long time and for some reason I had butterflies in my stumach as I realize I was really in Curly Shepard's arms.

After a few minutes I stopped crying. "I'm sorry about that."

"It's OK." He said with a small smile. "I'm sorry you had such a horrible life back home. I guess we have more in common then I thought."

I smiled. "I guess so. I thought you said you were a hood?"

He gave me a confused look. "I am."

"I never had a hood hold me while I cried." I told him.

He looked away and I knew he was embarrassed. "Well to be honest this is the first time I've ever done that for any girl...well I held Angela once but that was only because Tim was in jail and she was bawling like crazy over somethin'."

I smiled. "Guess I must lucky, huh?"

He grinned. "I guess ya are. Let's get up before someone walks by and trashs both our reps." He said and helped me up.

"You know what, I've never met anyone like you before." I told him as we started swinging on the monkey bars.

"You mean you've never met a guy this hot before with a killer personallity? Sorry baby but I'm one of a kind." Curly laughed.

"Your so concided!" I laughed.

"I prefer the word confindent." Curly said and we both busted out laughin'.

"Oh my gosh." I say as I hang upside down. "You're werid."

"If that ain't the hammer talking to the wall." Curly said and I looked at him confused.

"Don't you mean the nail talkin' to the hammer?" I asked.

He gave me a look and rolled his eyes. "Same thing."

"Is not!" I laughed.

"Is so." He said in our fun little argument.

"Is not!"

"Is so."

"Is not."

"Is so." Curly says as he pulls me down and I land with a thud. "I win."

"Do not!" I laughed and jumped on top of him and tried to pin him. Of course I couldn't do that since he was much stronger but it didn't hurt to try. He had me down in a second and I was left squirming under him.

"OK, you win now let me go!" I say.

"Only after you say that Curly Shepard is the tuffest guy ever." He said with that cocky smile and I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry but I was taught it's not nice to lie." I laughed and Curly glares at me but I know it's a playful one.

"Say it!" He says as he puts more of his weight on me.

"Look a mustang!" I say as I point to the road and he immediately gets up. "Thank God!"

"You little lier." He said and I laughed.

"I'm sorry." I say and we start to leave the park.

"I wonder why I'm being so nice to you?" Curly says and I think he's talking more to himself then me.

"Because I'm so sweet and cute you just can't help but love me." I say jokingly.

He laughed and rolled his eyes. "I'm usually a total jackass to girls, especially new ones yet I'm being nice to you. I must be sick."

I laughed and he put his arm over my shoulders as the wind started to pick up. It sure is colder here than it is in Jackson.

"Julia!" I turned to see Dallas and Tim heading to us and I can't help but feel sad when Curly moves his arm off of me.

"Took ya long enough!" I say with a grin to my cousin.

"Took longer than I thought." Dally said as he lit up a cigarette. "What you and Curly been doing?"

I rolled my eyes at his protective tone. "Just been hanging out."

"Where's Angela?" Tim asked Curly.

Curly shrugged. "I don't know. I ain't seen her since earlier today when we got home."

"She was on the phone with some guy and I got tired of hearing her babble on to him how she loves him more so I went to find Curly." I say.

"Well we better get going." Dally said.

"Alright." I say and then turn to face Curly, a grin on my face. "Bye Curly Fry!"

He rolled his eyes. "Can't ya think of something else to call me?"

"Of course not! This is the most annoying name I can come up with and besides, it fits you." I tell him.

He gives me a look. "How in the hell do you figure that one?"

"Well you have curly hair and you wear a lot of hair grease and fries are greasy. Now if you just had the cologne of a french fry then you could really match your nickname." I told him and I could tell he would have busted out laughing if Tim hadn't been there. When Tim's near he acts tough and I can understand that I guess.

He simply rolled his eyes. "What ever. Bye Juliet."

"At least my nickname for you matches yourself! Mine fit's me in no shape or form." I told him as Dal and I started walking off.

"That's 'cause I'm not as creative as you!" He yelled as him and Tim started to walk off. I laughed 'cause I knew it was true.

"I take it you hit it off well with Curly?" Dally questioned me with an amused look.

"He's tuff." I say.

"Don't go getting any ideas of hooking up with him. All that kid's into is one night stands and causing trouble." Dally said in his overprotective tone that I hated so much. Wasn't he suppose to be cold and unfeeling? Why did he have to be like this with only me?

"I wouldn't date Curly. We're just friends." I told him and knew I was lying about the first thing. If given the chance, I'd surely date the young hood.

"Better keep it that way." He said as we walked up to our house.

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