Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that may look familiar to you. That belongs to S.E. Hinton. Daniella Harrison belongs to me. Many of the lines and plots also belong to the talented S.E. Hinton. S.E. Hinton, everything's hers! All hers!
~~ This is basically the recreation of the Outsiders, only I added one characer that changes a lot of things. Most of the main plots still exist in this story, only some of the plans are different. Also it's not in Pony's point of view, it's in Danny's. So basically this is a fanfiction that recreates the Outsiders, from a romantic sort of, point of view by a greaser girl~~
"Dad, I'm going to the Curtis's!" I called from the front door.
"Be careful!" he called back.
"Aren't I always?" I grinned and shut the door closed. I pulled out my strong silver chain, which had small, thick hooks. It was about fourteen inches long, and I always had my home key attached to it. I plugged the key into the keyhole and locked it. After pulling the key out, I swung the chain in circular motions, grinned at the fact that it was strong by the sounds of metal against the wind, and stuffed it back in my jean pocket. My chain was all mine, and my protection, and my reputation. I was known as the girl with the chain.
I'd never part with my chain. It was my trademark, and it was useful when Socs- high class snobs- gang up to you, and push you around. Skin fights aren't my fights, but I'd fight in one anyway. I prefer fights with weapons. I like seeing the others scarred for life, not like a skin fight where you usually just get bruises. I hate bruises. You feel all swelled up, and compact.
I was proud to be a greaser. I was even more proud to be different. Different from the rest of the greaser girls. Most of the greaser girls were sassy girls, with knee length skirts, and their gum chewing, and their own weird language. I don't know how those girls communicate with each other, with their high pitched voices, and cheery tones. No, I was different. I was the jean wearing, hood kind. I was probably the only one of my kind. At least, I've never seen another greaser girl like me.
I was tough, a bad girl. I like getting into trouble, into rumbles. But, I don't mess around with the fuzz. I've thought about it, and for a while I thought it would be kind of exciting messing with them. Like a challenge, a new adventure. My bud, Dallas Winston was like that. Tough, hard, and a hater. Got in trouble all the time by the fuzz. He use to live in New York so that pretty much sums it up. He was a total troublemaker, and someone my parents disapprove of (they still let me hang with him though). He was a bad guy. But he was tuff. I dig tuff guys.
But I also like books and poetry. I got pretty good grades in school, even though I didn't really listen to my teachers. They just babble too much, you know? I can't handle someone babbling on and on. But I'm a good listener, and I like talking. My parents are nice. Heck, I love my folks with all my heart. They're good parents. They understand what it's like being a greaser because they were ones before. They look out for me, but they let me do what I want. I'm independent, and my folks know it. So they let me have space, and grow. I love being with them, they're my life.
Suddenly, I saw five Socs beating someone up, two blocks away from the Curtis's house. I figured it was a greaser they were beating up because that's what Socs do; beat up greasers. I stared in shock for a moment, then stuck my fingers inside my pocket. I fiddled with my chain for a few seconds, then suddenly heard the screams.
"HELP! SODA! DARRY! HELP! ANYONE!"
It was Ponyboy! I dashed down the block, and saw the rest of the gang follow behind me. I was scared, but excited at the same time. They were beating up my friend, Ponyboy Curtis, and they will pay. Nobody hurts my friend. Nobody.
"Shut him up, for Pete's sake, shut him up!" I heard one of the Socs yell.
I swung my chain around, and it slashed the Soc who was on top of Pony. It left a scar on his skull, as he quickly turned around, angered. The other Socs started ganging up on me. Suddenly, rocks flew past me hitting the Socs. The rest of the gang were throwing rocks at the Socs. They finally gave up, and jumped into their Corvair, and drove off. Darry, Pony's twenty year old brother, kneeled to Pony to see if he was alright.
He picked him up and asked, "Are you alright, Ponyboy?"
That Darry- he was always worried about every mess that Pony got into. He was broad shouldered, a great build. He was dreamy, but his bluish-greenish eyes were stiff and brisk. His dark brown hair, and other features resembled so much like his father. But his father is gone, so is his mother. A terrible, terrible car accident.
I turned my head a little, to see the other Curtis brother, Sodapop, checking if he's alright.
"Just a little cut up there, Pony," said Soda, pulling out a handkerchief. He gently wiped the side of his head, and it reddened with blood. "Did they hold a blade on you, Pony? We came as fast as we could."
"Yeah," muttered Pony, looking dizzy. He started going white, as Soda softly started to comfort him, muttering words that made him relax.
"We bolted out as soon as we heard your screams, kid," said Two Bit Matthews, the clown of the gang. He caught my eyes and grinned widely. "You should have seen, Danny over here. She was faster than charging bull."
I smiled weakly. Then shifted my eyes. "Just like a bull, I like to fight." My eyes suddenly shifted to Dally Winston. Wait- he was suppose to be in jail.
"What are you doing out the cooler?" asked Pony, as if he was reading my mind.
"Released early for good behavior," answered Dally casually.
I cocked an eyebrow. Good behavior? That wasn't he Dally I knew. If I had to guess, I would have guessed that he broke out of the cooler . . . but released? Surprise.
I looked at him once more. He was really tuff looking. He had blonde hair, and an elvish face. He had the hardest blue eyes, and didn't take junk from no one. He then lit a cigarette and handed it to Johnny Cade. Johnny, the puppy dog of the group. The scared little one, but had more bravery then anyone I knew. His parents were awful to him, always fighting, and beating him. I knew Johnny well. He always talked with me, if anything bothered him. Actually most of the gang did. They always counted me on advice. It felt good helping them, but sometimes it also bugged me. Like, they depend on me a lot. I don't dig that emotional stuff too well. I don't know why.
"You're okay Pony, but you had worried us for a second," said Steve Randle, Soda's best bud. He was my age, seventeen years old. He hated his father, but he loved fixing cars. Cars was his thing. Me and him got along okay, but Soda- man Soda was gorgeous. He had the movie style look, and could go out for modeling, if he want. But he didn't dig to me very much. I preferred the bad types. I like facing danger.
We started to settle down for smoke. I took out a cigarette out, and lit it. Darry started to talk.
"Why don't you think Pony? I could have gone and pick you up from the movies."
Pony looked irritated, but Soda defended him. "Lay off, Darry. He didn't ask the Socs to beat him up. They're just jerks like that. It wasn't his fault, leave him alone!"
Surprised, I grinned at Darry. Darry studied Soda for a while, then shook his head smiling. Darry usually gives in to Soda. He was a caring dude, but he was too serious. Worked two jobs to support his brothers. Really caring person. Darry caught my grin.
"Wipe that grin off your face, Harrison," he said, returning the grin.
I looked at him playfully, then took a drag on my cigarette.
"What are you thinking, Danny?" asked Soda, slyly, his lips curling up to a smirk.
The guys always asked that. Since I was the only girl in the gang, they often asked what I was thinking, just to be curious. They teased me a lot for being a girl, but we all know we're just foolin' with each other. We'd never hurt each other. Some gangs would probably not accept girls into their gangs, or look down on us because I was a girl, but it didn't matter. At times, being a girl can have its advantages.
"How any minute now, you Curtis's would ask me to spend the night at your place," I said slickly. This wasn't a personal thing. I usually flirted with the guys, but it wasn't serious at all. I had no interest in them that way . . . well except for Dally.
I usually slept at the Curtis's house because my parents worked night shift, and I hated being alone at night. The Curtis's was the safest place I could be, and my parents trusted them. I couldn't go at the other's house. Steve won't let me stay because he's afraid of what stupid thing his father might do. Two Bit is already having trouble with his sister and his mother. Dally's afraid of what might happen to me if he gets drunk or something (and plus my parents totally objected to it). Oh, and Johnny's parents scare the hell out of me. But the Curtis's always kept their door unlock just in case we felt uncomfortable at our own place.
"What if we don't want a girl at our place?" asked Pony slowly. He was grinning, too. I was glad to see a smile on his face, instead of pain.
"She's no girl!" Two Bit piped in. "She's one of us!"
Soda and Steve giggles, and Johnny and Dally gave out a small smile. Pony was grinning widely now, but Darry gave him glare. He then turned to me and said,
"Yeah, you can stay. You can sleep on my bed."
"It's okay," I said quickly. "I can sleep on the couch. I can sleep anywhere."
"No it's alright, go ahead take the bed," assured Darry.
"No, I'm sleeping on the couch. Keep the bed, I don't care."
"Shut up, or I'll take the bed," said Two Bit, jokingly.
I looked at Two Bit and thought about his wisecrack for a while. I then grinned and said, "I don't think I trust you and Darry in bed together."
Steve, Soda, Pony, Johnny, and even Dally laughed at this one, as Two Bit looked down beaming. Darry leered at me frolicsomely, then punched my arm playfully. Two Bit looked up and said, "I was more on thinking on you and me, baby."
"EWW!!" I shrieked, and the others hollered with laughter. Two Bit shook his head, and laughed. I added seriously, "I'm not looking for action."
"Well, I am," said Dally suddenly. The others were still laughing, but my stomach twisted. I looked up at Dally, and he gave me a cool stare.
"Action," he said thoughtfully. "Anyone care to join me at the Nightly Double tomorrow? I wanna hunt some action."
My eyes fell on the floor, and my heart felt heavy. I don't know why Dally and I didn't connect like I'd like to. I don't even know if he likes me the way I like him. Steve, and Soda had dates, and Darry had to work, and Two Bit was planning to get drunk. I didn't know if I wanted to go with Dally though. I'd feel pretty uncomfortable around him when he's hunting action, and that it's not me.
"Johnny and I are in," said Pony. "Right Johnny?"
Johnny nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm there." He then looked up at me with his black puppy eyes. "What about you Danny?"
"Umm," I said thinking for a while. I had nothing to do tomorrow, and everybody was busy.
"Sure, come along babe," said Dally. "I might need your help."
I sighed. At least he wanted me to come, but that wasn't the type of attitude I was looking forward to. I shrugged, "Alright. I'll come."
That night after dinner, I spread out the blankets over the Curtis's couch. I didn't have any clothes to change into (I'm very forgetful at times), so I'd have to do with me jeans, and shirt. Soda offered a shirt I can sleep in, but I felt kind of embarrassed to accept his offer, and to walk around with his t-shirt on. Darry also once again tried to convince me to sleep on his bed.
"I'm fine, I swear it. Now leave me alone, I'm tired," I said, as I leaned over on the couch, fluffing the pillows.
"So am I," he whispered, and I felt something touch my waist. Startled, I quickly turned around to see Darry's shocked eyes, a few feet away from me.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
I felt someone touch me, I almost blurted out. But then he would think I'm crazy, and get him worried all night. "Nothing. I just . . . I just couldn't hear what you just said."
"Forget it," he said. "Good night and sweet dreams."
He walked out the living room, as Soda stuck his head in the room.
"Night Dan," Soda said, then added, "And Pony says good night too."
"Night to ya both." I said and got into bed. I drifted away to sleep, putting that feeling on my waist away, and started thinking of plans to try to get with Dally.
~~ This is basically the recreation of the Outsiders, only I added one characer that changes a lot of things. Most of the main plots still exist in this story, only some of the plans are different. Also it's not in Pony's point of view, it's in Danny's. So basically this is a fanfiction that recreates the Outsiders, from a romantic sort of, point of view by a greaser girl~~
"Dad, I'm going to the Curtis's!" I called from the front door.
"Be careful!" he called back.
"Aren't I always?" I grinned and shut the door closed. I pulled out my strong silver chain, which had small, thick hooks. It was about fourteen inches long, and I always had my home key attached to it. I plugged the key into the keyhole and locked it. After pulling the key out, I swung the chain in circular motions, grinned at the fact that it was strong by the sounds of metal against the wind, and stuffed it back in my jean pocket. My chain was all mine, and my protection, and my reputation. I was known as the girl with the chain.
I'd never part with my chain. It was my trademark, and it was useful when Socs- high class snobs- gang up to you, and push you around. Skin fights aren't my fights, but I'd fight in one anyway. I prefer fights with weapons. I like seeing the others scarred for life, not like a skin fight where you usually just get bruises. I hate bruises. You feel all swelled up, and compact.
I was proud to be a greaser. I was even more proud to be different. Different from the rest of the greaser girls. Most of the greaser girls were sassy girls, with knee length skirts, and their gum chewing, and their own weird language. I don't know how those girls communicate with each other, with their high pitched voices, and cheery tones. No, I was different. I was the jean wearing, hood kind. I was probably the only one of my kind. At least, I've never seen another greaser girl like me.
I was tough, a bad girl. I like getting into trouble, into rumbles. But, I don't mess around with the fuzz. I've thought about it, and for a while I thought it would be kind of exciting messing with them. Like a challenge, a new adventure. My bud, Dallas Winston was like that. Tough, hard, and a hater. Got in trouble all the time by the fuzz. He use to live in New York so that pretty much sums it up. He was a total troublemaker, and someone my parents disapprove of (they still let me hang with him though). He was a bad guy. But he was tuff. I dig tuff guys.
But I also like books and poetry. I got pretty good grades in school, even though I didn't really listen to my teachers. They just babble too much, you know? I can't handle someone babbling on and on. But I'm a good listener, and I like talking. My parents are nice. Heck, I love my folks with all my heart. They're good parents. They understand what it's like being a greaser because they were ones before. They look out for me, but they let me do what I want. I'm independent, and my folks know it. So they let me have space, and grow. I love being with them, they're my life.
Suddenly, I saw five Socs beating someone up, two blocks away from the Curtis's house. I figured it was a greaser they were beating up because that's what Socs do; beat up greasers. I stared in shock for a moment, then stuck my fingers inside my pocket. I fiddled with my chain for a few seconds, then suddenly heard the screams.
"HELP! SODA! DARRY! HELP! ANYONE!"
It was Ponyboy! I dashed down the block, and saw the rest of the gang follow behind me. I was scared, but excited at the same time. They were beating up my friend, Ponyboy Curtis, and they will pay. Nobody hurts my friend. Nobody.
"Shut him up, for Pete's sake, shut him up!" I heard one of the Socs yell.
I swung my chain around, and it slashed the Soc who was on top of Pony. It left a scar on his skull, as he quickly turned around, angered. The other Socs started ganging up on me. Suddenly, rocks flew past me hitting the Socs. The rest of the gang were throwing rocks at the Socs. They finally gave up, and jumped into their Corvair, and drove off. Darry, Pony's twenty year old brother, kneeled to Pony to see if he was alright.
He picked him up and asked, "Are you alright, Ponyboy?"
That Darry- he was always worried about every mess that Pony got into. He was broad shouldered, a great build. He was dreamy, but his bluish-greenish eyes were stiff and brisk. His dark brown hair, and other features resembled so much like his father. But his father is gone, so is his mother. A terrible, terrible car accident.
I turned my head a little, to see the other Curtis brother, Sodapop, checking if he's alright.
"Just a little cut up there, Pony," said Soda, pulling out a handkerchief. He gently wiped the side of his head, and it reddened with blood. "Did they hold a blade on you, Pony? We came as fast as we could."
"Yeah," muttered Pony, looking dizzy. He started going white, as Soda softly started to comfort him, muttering words that made him relax.
"We bolted out as soon as we heard your screams, kid," said Two Bit Matthews, the clown of the gang. He caught my eyes and grinned widely. "You should have seen, Danny over here. She was faster than charging bull."
I smiled weakly. Then shifted my eyes. "Just like a bull, I like to fight." My eyes suddenly shifted to Dally Winston. Wait- he was suppose to be in jail.
"What are you doing out the cooler?" asked Pony, as if he was reading my mind.
"Released early for good behavior," answered Dally casually.
I cocked an eyebrow. Good behavior? That wasn't he Dally I knew. If I had to guess, I would have guessed that he broke out of the cooler . . . but released? Surprise.
I looked at him once more. He was really tuff looking. He had blonde hair, and an elvish face. He had the hardest blue eyes, and didn't take junk from no one. He then lit a cigarette and handed it to Johnny Cade. Johnny, the puppy dog of the group. The scared little one, but had more bravery then anyone I knew. His parents were awful to him, always fighting, and beating him. I knew Johnny well. He always talked with me, if anything bothered him. Actually most of the gang did. They always counted me on advice. It felt good helping them, but sometimes it also bugged me. Like, they depend on me a lot. I don't dig that emotional stuff too well. I don't know why.
"You're okay Pony, but you had worried us for a second," said Steve Randle, Soda's best bud. He was my age, seventeen years old. He hated his father, but he loved fixing cars. Cars was his thing. Me and him got along okay, but Soda- man Soda was gorgeous. He had the movie style look, and could go out for modeling, if he want. But he didn't dig to me very much. I preferred the bad types. I like facing danger.
We started to settle down for smoke. I took out a cigarette out, and lit it. Darry started to talk.
"Why don't you think Pony? I could have gone and pick you up from the movies."
Pony looked irritated, but Soda defended him. "Lay off, Darry. He didn't ask the Socs to beat him up. They're just jerks like that. It wasn't his fault, leave him alone!"
Surprised, I grinned at Darry. Darry studied Soda for a while, then shook his head smiling. Darry usually gives in to Soda. He was a caring dude, but he was too serious. Worked two jobs to support his brothers. Really caring person. Darry caught my grin.
"Wipe that grin off your face, Harrison," he said, returning the grin.
I looked at him playfully, then took a drag on my cigarette.
"What are you thinking, Danny?" asked Soda, slyly, his lips curling up to a smirk.
The guys always asked that. Since I was the only girl in the gang, they often asked what I was thinking, just to be curious. They teased me a lot for being a girl, but we all know we're just foolin' with each other. We'd never hurt each other. Some gangs would probably not accept girls into their gangs, or look down on us because I was a girl, but it didn't matter. At times, being a girl can have its advantages.
"How any minute now, you Curtis's would ask me to spend the night at your place," I said slickly. This wasn't a personal thing. I usually flirted with the guys, but it wasn't serious at all. I had no interest in them that way . . . well except for Dally.
I usually slept at the Curtis's house because my parents worked night shift, and I hated being alone at night. The Curtis's was the safest place I could be, and my parents trusted them. I couldn't go at the other's house. Steve won't let me stay because he's afraid of what stupid thing his father might do. Two Bit is already having trouble with his sister and his mother. Dally's afraid of what might happen to me if he gets drunk or something (and plus my parents totally objected to it). Oh, and Johnny's parents scare the hell out of me. But the Curtis's always kept their door unlock just in case we felt uncomfortable at our own place.
"What if we don't want a girl at our place?" asked Pony slowly. He was grinning, too. I was glad to see a smile on his face, instead of pain.
"She's no girl!" Two Bit piped in. "She's one of us!"
Soda and Steve giggles, and Johnny and Dally gave out a small smile. Pony was grinning widely now, but Darry gave him glare. He then turned to me and said,
"Yeah, you can stay. You can sleep on my bed."
"It's okay," I said quickly. "I can sleep on the couch. I can sleep anywhere."
"No it's alright, go ahead take the bed," assured Darry.
"No, I'm sleeping on the couch. Keep the bed, I don't care."
"Shut up, or I'll take the bed," said Two Bit, jokingly.
I looked at Two Bit and thought about his wisecrack for a while. I then grinned and said, "I don't think I trust you and Darry in bed together."
Steve, Soda, Pony, Johnny, and even Dally laughed at this one, as Two Bit looked down beaming. Darry leered at me frolicsomely, then punched my arm playfully. Two Bit looked up and said, "I was more on thinking on you and me, baby."
"EWW!!" I shrieked, and the others hollered with laughter. Two Bit shook his head, and laughed. I added seriously, "I'm not looking for action."
"Well, I am," said Dally suddenly. The others were still laughing, but my stomach twisted. I looked up at Dally, and he gave me a cool stare.
"Action," he said thoughtfully. "Anyone care to join me at the Nightly Double tomorrow? I wanna hunt some action."
My eyes fell on the floor, and my heart felt heavy. I don't know why Dally and I didn't connect like I'd like to. I don't even know if he likes me the way I like him. Steve, and Soda had dates, and Darry had to work, and Two Bit was planning to get drunk. I didn't know if I wanted to go with Dally though. I'd feel pretty uncomfortable around him when he's hunting action, and that it's not me.
"Johnny and I are in," said Pony. "Right Johnny?"
Johnny nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm there." He then looked up at me with his black puppy eyes. "What about you Danny?"
"Umm," I said thinking for a while. I had nothing to do tomorrow, and everybody was busy.
"Sure, come along babe," said Dally. "I might need your help."
I sighed. At least he wanted me to come, but that wasn't the type of attitude I was looking forward to. I shrugged, "Alright. I'll come."
That night after dinner, I spread out the blankets over the Curtis's couch. I didn't have any clothes to change into (I'm very forgetful at times), so I'd have to do with me jeans, and shirt. Soda offered a shirt I can sleep in, but I felt kind of embarrassed to accept his offer, and to walk around with his t-shirt on. Darry also once again tried to convince me to sleep on his bed.
"I'm fine, I swear it. Now leave me alone, I'm tired," I said, as I leaned over on the couch, fluffing the pillows.
"So am I," he whispered, and I felt something touch my waist. Startled, I quickly turned around to see Darry's shocked eyes, a few feet away from me.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
I felt someone touch me, I almost blurted out. But then he would think I'm crazy, and get him worried all night. "Nothing. I just . . . I just couldn't hear what you just said."
"Forget it," he said. "Good night and sweet dreams."
He walked out the living room, as Soda stuck his head in the room.
"Night Dan," Soda said, then added, "And Pony says good night too."
"Night to ya both." I said and got into bed. I drifted away to sleep, putting that feeling on my waist away, and started thinking of plans to try to get with Dally.