I do not own the Outsiders
This takes place a few months after the Book with all characters still alive, also it is from different characters P.O.V's
Rated T/M
I was glad to be back home again. It was full of concrete, the people kept to themselves and the air carried dirt in it that took awhile for a visitor to get used to, but I was no visitor. These were my streets, this is where I really belonged not in some small town full of southerners who'd never really opened their eyes and seen the world. My old man was the reason I'm stuck down in Tulsa, sent me away cause I was causing too much trouble. Honestly I think its just an excuse to get rid of me, doesn't bother me too much I didn't really want to be around him either.
"How long you back for this time Dal?"
I smirked "How long do you boys need me for?"
We were a family, it all came about when we were kids, Albie Sparks was my best mate but everyone has always called him Sparky. He was the brother I never had, we were thick as thieves. Stealing fags n booze, setting bins on fire, throwing bricks threw windows, you name it we did it, it was all shits and giggles at the time. His older brother Matty Sparks got the ball rolling all by accident. He started pushing smack to fund his own habit, it made good money so a few of his mates jumped on board. By the age of 12 I'd already done a stint in jail and it was clear my path was set for a life of crime. When me an Sparky got involved thats when things really got going. It only took a few years for Matty to go downhill quick, everyone knows you don't get high on your own supply, guess he missed that lesson. His head turned to junk. I wasn't that stupid though, we were selling it in the hallways at school at first till someone overdosed. Kids were too risky, adults knew what they were doing. You'd be shocked at the kind of people you get begging you for it, real rich folk with their fur coats an pocket watches with a wife an kids waiting for them to come home to their big house on top of snob hill.
"There's a few new kids tryna push junk, don't know what's in the stuff killed a few prostitutes already"
These new boys on block would have to learn the hard way that we were the street kids of Upper Manhattan. So if it was a rumble that they wanted they'd get one. "Have you seen your folks since you've been here"
I let out a humourless laugh "Have I fuck" Sparky wasn't stupid he knew I wouldn't bother seeing them. Not a lot of kids round here were fond of their parents for some reason or other. Maybe that's why we were all so screwed up, wasn't it some Doctor guy who said if your mother doesn't love you right then you're fucked in the head for life?
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"I want a baby" it was those words that made me wish I'd never bothered coming back to Tulsa, I should've just stayed in New York. It's a Sunday morning, I'm nursing a hangover and a few cuts from a fight last night, the punk pulled a blade on me. Sylvia went mental at me apparently it ruined our 'date night' of getting milkshakes at the Dingo. "Dallas, did you hear me? I want a baby" Oh I heard her alright wish I didn't though "Fuck off".
"I'm being serious we should get married and have a proper family" I sneered at the thought, the broad was out of her mind if she ever believed I would agree to put up with her annoying ass for the rest of my life. "I thought you hated me" she sure said it enough last night when she was whining at me, tears an all that good stuff. "You know I didn't mean it, don't you see it Dal we're two of the same, we can have the family we never got" Her voice was enthusiastic she really believed in the shit she was telling me, she thought that somehow we could live happily ever after. She'll learn just like I have there ain't no such thing as happy endings not for people like me and her. She came over an sat on the edge of the bed next to me, she used to look better without the thick makeup but now I'm not so sure. Her cheeks had started to look hollow, there were dark circles under her eyes as though she hadn't slept in a week, her whole body looked thin and frail it reminded me of my Grandma just before she died. She placed her boney had over mine. I'm not sure if I'm responsible for her ending up this way but that's not really something I want to come to terms with right now. "I ain't never having no kid, don't like 'em" with that I rolled over and went back to sleep closing the subject.
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I didn't move from my position in bed until I was sure Sylvia had left. The house if you could call it that hadn't changed a bit, it never does. The croaked wooden stairs still creaked as I climbed up to the porch. I didn't bother knocking, I don't think I ever have before. The Curtis household has always had an open door, its just always been that way. It's was like walking into a madhouse full of noise, just the way I remembered it. Its a shit hole, clothes sprawled over the floor along with odd shoes, the material on the sofa fraying, wallpaper peeling and watermarks on the ceiling. But what do you expect from the home of 4 teenagers who're trying to raise themselves. Pony and Johnny are doing homework or something on the table, someones in the shower, Soda and Two are laughing their heads off sitting on Tina trying the squash her on the sofa and there were people in the kitchen cooking bacon, I could smell it soon as I walked through the door. No one even heard me come in, you could burgle this house in broad daylight if only there was something worth stealing in here. "Who missed me then?" I said it loud enough to reach over the noise.
Everything fell back into place just as though I had never left, Pony and Johnny asked me all about New York those kids were just fascinated with the place. Darry cooked me breakfast, I was glad about that I don't have any food at my place expect some stale cheese thats been sitting in the fridge for about 3 months. These were the kids that made Tulsa better, when I first got here I got caught stealing candy and some smokes their old man sweet talked the store owner and got me off the hook. That day he took me back to the house, it was full of kids even then. I was never really friends with Pony and Tina they were too young but Soda and Darry took me under their wing showed me how to get by in this town.
"Nice clothes Curtis, didn't know you wanted to be a boy" I dumped my plate in the sink with the rest of the dishes she was washing. She stared up frowning "Just leave me along Dallas". She looked more and more like Soda every time I came back. Only different was the height age and personality, it's a real shame she just missed out on getting his personality. Soda was one of those good lookin' smooth talkin' kids who could probably charm the birds out of the trees, Tina didn't have that. She didn't have the big personality, you could forget she was there half the time thats why it was so fun pissing her off. She used to go all red and stutter her words out even used to cry sometimes, it was so easy. Now she would smart off thinking of something nasty to say back to me, the little broad could be a right bitch sometimes, it was still pretty funny watching her face go red and steam coming out of her ears though. I tugged on the worn grey t-shirt she was wearing "Hey I remember Soda wearing this in middle school, it didn't look good even then" I wasn't lying, I know Soda used to wear it because I was the one who gave it to him. It looked shit on her, if I hadn't seen her face I would've thought she was some grubby, scrawny greaser boy. "Fuck you" she ran off upstairs somewhere before I could whind her up anymore. Curtis wasn't a sulker, she normally gave as good as she got. "What's her fucking problem, can't she take a joke no more?"
"A few of the girls at school have been saying shit to her for wearing our old clothes" I knew he wasn't lying, Ponyboy didn't lie. Besides they were twins in the same classes at school he would know what was happening. "Why doesn't the little brat get a few skirts then?". The boy shrugged, looking at the floor "Darry hasn't got the money"
Yeah okay so maybe I shouldn't have made a joke out of the kids clothes, but how was I supposed to know she'd run off crying like a baby. Ain't my fault she can't keep her emotions under control. I hate crying girls, drives me mad when Sylvia starts up the water works. What am I meant to do, hang her on the washing line to dry off
