The year was 1956 and the times were changing rapidly. Rock ‘n Roll music had taken over the radio waves. Fast cars and leather jackets were in; the Ivy League, clean cut, boy-next-door look was out. Andrew was having trouble adjusting to this strange new world.
His girlfriend, Gloria, told him that she was breaking up with him because he was too nice of a guy. She admitted that she was attracted to bad boys, and he was anything but a bad boy. So, in order to try to win her back, Andrew decided to make himself over and to model his new persona after James Dean in the movie “Rebel Without A Cause.”
He bought a leather jacket, the tightest fitting blue jeans he could fit into, and a pair of motorcycle boots. He bought a carton of cigarettes and taught himself how to smoke. He wore only white t-shirts so he could carry his pack of Marlboros in his rolled-up sleeve. He got Brylcreem hair grease, slicked his hair back into a ducktail style, and began to walk with a bad boy swagger.
He would have bought a motorcycle or a souped-up hot rod if he had had enough money, but he did not.
After practicing his rebel demeanor for a week, Andrew called Gloria and asked her to meet him at the local car-hop drive in restaurant. She reluctantly agreed.
When he saw Gloria’s car pull up, he slowly sauntered over to where she had parked and leaned into the driver’s side window. “Hey, baby, how do you like the new me? I’m a real bad boy now, aren’t I, bitch?”
Gloria looked at Andrew and shook her head from side to side. “Yeah, Andrew, you’re looking bad to the bone, all right. Your costume will look great our next Halloween party.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “rebel.”