A/N: Hi! I was just watching "Grease" and I took an interest in Rizzo's character. Is she really as tough as she appears? What if she was jealous that she couldn't be the sweetheart type, like Sandy. Well, here's what she could've been thinking while singing "Look At Me, I'm Sandra Dee".
I envied that Australian girl. She was so easygoing and pretty. At least I did have one advantage over her. She was so innocent that she couldn't be Pink, like Jan, Marty, Frenchy and me. I'm the one who says what goes, the one everyone knows, and I like it that way.
Frenchy had tried to pierce Sandy's ears at home and it hadn't worked, making Sandy scream. It seemed that she couldn't stand the sight of blood. While Sandy was in the bathroom, I decide to have a bit of fun. I'm not going to lose my cool to Little Miss Innocence, even if I sometimes wish I was like her.
I put on a blonde wig and adjust it in the mirror. "That Goody Two-Shoes makes me wanna barf." I scowl, then smile sweetly in the mirror in an imitation of Sandy. "Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee
Lousy with virginity
Won't go to bed till I'm legally wed,
I can't, I'm Sandra Dee." I sing, purposely going over the top. I feel a little better. Just because Sandy has it easy doesn't mean she has a fun time.
"Watch it, hey, I'm Doris Day,
I was not brought up that way," I continue, jumping onto the bed. "Won't come across, even Rock Hudson lost,"
"His heart to Doris Day-y-y!" The other girls join in.
"I don't drink," I went on, still playing Sandy.
"No!" exclaim Marty and Jan. Frenchy looks a little apprehensive, but I'm having too much fun to comment on the fact that she's not joining in.
"Or swear," I say.
"I don't rat my hair."
"Eew!" exclaim the others, pulling Frenchy onto the bed with them.
"I get ill from one cigarette." I add, pretending to cough. A toy panda falls against me and I bat it off, still acting. "Keep your filthy paws off my silky draws, would you pull that crap with Annette?"
I jump back onto the bed, spotting some pin-ups. "As for you, Troy Donahue," I recite, smiling flirtatiously and sarcastically, "I know what you wanna do,
You got your crust, I'm no object of lust,"
"I'm just plain Sandra Dee!" the other girls cry, giggling hysterically. Oh, if Sandy could see us now. I almost hope Sandy would walk in to see this, just for the look on her innocent little face.
"Elvis, Elvis, let me be!" I continue in a fangirly manner, moving onto the next picture.
"Keep that pelvis far from me!
Now keep your cool, you're now starting to drool...
Hey Fongool, I'm Sandra Dee!" I say, sitting at the dresser and flipping the hair of the blonde wig.
The other girls go quiet at that moment. I glance up, and there's Sandy, looking shocked. Her eyes are wide.
"You're making fun of me, Rizz?" she asks softly, appearing disappointed. She nearly made me feel guilty. I was only having a little fun, so there's no need for her to act all sweet and innocent. She was practically asking for me to start mocking her. I mean, even if she didn't say it, she had the air of 'look at me, I'm Sandra Dee, and I'm just so innocent and had a platonic relationship over the summer'. I'm sure there's more to that fling she had with Danny Zuko than she lets on. That's one of the reasons why she's here, because she was disappointed when he practically blew her off.
I pull off the blonde wig, letting my dark curls show. I pause for a moment to formulate my answer. After all, with time, I suppose Sandy could take the hint. Even now, I'm still jealous that she can do things so effortlessly. I have to be tough, because I can't be cute like her. Finally, I answer her.
"Some people are so touchy."
Well, there you have it. Please review, it's my first "Grease" fanfic.