This is my first fic using their 'language.' Or, how they talk. Their... slang, I guess.
Chapter One"Aw, Darry, when is it gonna stop raining?" asked Ponyboy Curtis, glancing out the window. The rain was still coming down quick and hard. (A/N: Sorry, but that sounded dirty).
Darrel Curtis looked up from the morning paper and shrugged.
"It's pretty bad if the school's closed. The weather man's callin' for a flood."
Steve rolled his eyes, and Sodapop turned to his older brother, grinning.
"Aw, Dar, the weather man's never right."
Of course, once he had said that, everyone laughed about it, thinking nothing would happen. But oh man, you kiddies have got to learn to trust the weather man.
The whole gang was spead out in the Curtis' living room, and the news had been turned on by Darry, as if to prove something to them. But the weather mans words had no effect on them. Most grinned, and other shook their heads. Darry rolled his eyes.
"C'mon, I think it's actually gonna happen this time. I mean really, look outside."
This time, it was Steve's turn to speak.
"It's just rainin', it ain't gonna cause a flood man. You're gettin' worked up about nothing."
"I'm not getting worked up," Darry protested, tearing his eyes away from the window.
"But you're the only one who's really worried about it," Two-Bit piped up, eager to join their little arguement.
"Who said I was worried?"
"Well ya keep lookin' out the window."
The conversation was interrupted then, because the door opened with a loud bang as it hit the wall and bounced off. Unfourtunently, Steve was standing just in the way of the door, and it hit him in the nose, causing his nose to bleed. He was not happy about that.
"Ah... shit Dal, ya really shouldn't slam doors like that ya kn-"
He had just caught Dally's glare, and decided to keep his mouth shut. He was soaking wet, and that was probably making him pretty angry. And Steve did not want to make him any angrier. Getting on Dallas Winston's bad side was never good.
"I was on my way here, when I saw Johnny here sittin' at the lot in this shitty weather," Dally began, still glaring at Steve, as if daring him to finish his sentence. "Of course his old man kicked him out again. Lookit him, the kid looks like a drowned rat. I bet he's freezing. Are ya freezing kid?"
Everyone's attention turned to Johnny who, indeed looked like a, as Dallas put it, drowned rat. Obviously he had been out in the rain for a long time.
"Damn, you're dripping water all over the carpet," Darry said, sitting up suddenly. "Why don't you go get into some dry clothes or somethin'?"
Dally however, then started a rant about Johnny's father.
"That fuckin' man's gonna get the shit kicked outta him one day," he snarled. "Shit, I'd like to kick his ass myself. He gave Johnny a fresh bruise to go with bein' kicked out in this fuckin' weather, if you didn't notice." He indicated to the younger boy's cheek, where there was indeed a large purple bruise.
"Johnny, you want some ice?" Darry asked, looking up from the newspaper again.
He shook his head.
"Naw, I'm fine."
Dally gave him a 'look', as if to say, "No you're fuckin' not." But seeing as he couldn't make him accept the ice, he kept his mouth shut. There was no point in arguing with him.
Everyone was so preoccupied with Johnny that they didn't notice the rain start to fall harder...