So this is inspired by the Outsiders, but it's not the same story. I just got some ideas and slangs from the book because I didn't exactly live in that time period. If you didn't read the Outsiders, don't worry about it. :)
I don't own Pokemon or the Outsiders.
Full Summary: It's 1966 out in Pallet Town. There's a huge war going on between Socs, the aloof, rich kids, and greasers, the bad hoodlums. Ash and the gang are greasers while Misty is a Soc. One day, on a strange stroke of destiny, Ash and Misty meet. After that, it's them against the unbreakable social difference.
Meeting the Family
I'm Ash. Short for Ashton. Ashton Satoshi Ketchum, but you can call me Ash. And even if Gary calls me "Ashy-boy", I really do prefer Ash. Just Ash. I'm a greaser. You know, the no-good hoodlums that you see smoking around in leather jackets and in blue jean pants that seem to be a little bit too small. They steal, drive old cars that look like they shouldn't be working, and have a couple of fights. Yup, that's me. But not all of us are that bad. Yeah, sure, there are some that go around and make trouble, but we're not all that bad. Actually, I think most of us try to keep out of trouble. Okay, maybe that's not entirely true (because a lot of us do go around practically searching for trouble), but the part where we're not all that bad is.
The Socs are the ones that cause lots of trouble for us. It's pronounces "sosh-es", not "socks". Socs is short for Socials. You know, the no-good rich kids that have no care in the world except thinking about when to jump us greasers. They love getting drunk and wear madras shirts in cool mustangs. Yup, those are Socs. We mostly hate them, and they mostly hate us. Our two groups usually try to avoid each other. We live in two different worlds. Maybe even literally. You see, Socs live in the west side of the city, the rich side, and we live in the east, the not-so-rich side.
My gang is more like a family. I grew up with all of them. Me, Gary, Drew, Paul, Brock. A family. Even May and Dawn because they are dating Drew and Paul since forever. There's no leader, so it's not an organized gang. We just stick together. A group of best friends that stick together like a tight-nit family. Yeah, that's it. They're all like my siblings- brothers and sisters. All of them.
I'm the youngest of the boys. I don't exactly have greaser hair (I don't think any of my gang really do). My hair is uncontrollable. Even with a handful of grease, I can't control it. I have black locks that stick out in random directions. My skin is tan from being outside a lot and I have a built, but lean body. My eyes are childlike and daring. I'm very determined, but Gary says that's just another word for stubborn. I could be dense, but I try to understand. I try to understand everything. Problems, unanswerable questions, things like that. Sometimes I play dumb so people can stop talking to me while I think things over. I think the key word in that sentence is "sometimes". So most of the time, I didn't get it, and I have a reputation of being dense. I have decent grades at school though. They're pretty good, considering I am a greaser, and greasers usually don't have the best grades.
I heaved a sigh as I rested my chin on my hand. I drummed my fingers against my wooden desk and played with my pencil once people started glancing at me, giving me dirty looks because of the noise. Oh right, we were taking a test. School wasn't that bad sometimes, but today was not one of those times. I just wanted to get out of my classroom as fast as I can. I wanted to go. I was relieved to hear the bell go off and the teacher saying, "Class dismissed. Turn in the packet, please." I packed up my things, practically threw the papers at the man, and dashed out the door quickly. I didn't have anywhere specific to go to, but a person can only listen to a monotone voice talking about useless things for so long.
I walked on the ugly gray pavement, looking up into the blue sky, just wondering about what I should do today. There was nobody home. Gary and Brock was at work. I live with them since my mom went away. She dropped me off at Brock's house and never came back. That was when I was eleven, so I kind of guessed she wasn't going to come back any time soon (although I needed some help from Brock for that). I think she couldn't take it anymore. Being a single mom and everything, I mean. It's not exactly like that, but it's pretty much the gist of the whole thing. Brock supports himself. He moved away from his crowded home when he was thirteen. He still keeps in touch with his family, but between his two jobs and taking care of me and Gary, there isn't much personal time for him. Gary lived with Brock since he was ten, almost right after Brock moved out. He was pretty young back then, but he was a very clever ten year old. The three of us hung around each other even before we lived together. Gary and I are like best buddies/rivals since we're close in age, but he dropped out of school this year, so he works to help pay with the bills. His grandfather always wanted him to go to college to follow his footsteps and everything, but I guess Gary just didn't like all that pressure. That or he didn't like his life planned out. Yeah, Gary is like that sometimes. Unpredictable.
Gary and I usually try to stay out of trouble since we don't want to be separated. If the law finds out a sixteen year old is in the care of a barely seventeen year old and a twenty one year old, they would send me away. Gary would be sent away too, even though he's practically an adult already (with the job and girls, I mean). I don't exactly know where we would go, because Gary and Brock don't go to the specifics, but I like where I'm at. The three of us are seriously all brothers, and I don't think I would survive without them.
Brock has dark skin, and his black hair is greased upwards, but short. Unlike most greasers, who are usually fit but skinny, he has lots of muscle because he weight lifts a lot. When he was in high school, he played football. Tall and muscular. That's how you can describe his appearance. Despite his intimidating demeanor, he's really quite the opposite of what your first impression of him would be. He's a big flirt, but doesn't exactly have the charm Gary has that girls seem to love, even Soc girls. Brock usually tries to pick up the girl cops that sometimes appear in our neighborhood or the nurses that attend to one of our members if we're ever hurt. He goes into a weird trance and can't think about anything but the girl. If Brock is not trying to flirt with people, he's the maturest of all of us. He's reasonable, sees things clearly, and is the peace maker of the group. I consider Brock my older brother. He has nine other little siblings, so I guess it's just that's he's so used to being the oldest. He's twenty and already finished high school. He went to go to college for half a year on a football scholarship, but stopped so he can take care of the gang, as he is the only one that can cook balanced meals and solve arguments the best. Even though Brock says he "missed us" and that "college was boring", we all know it wasn't that. Brock isn't bitter about it though. He can be really selfless. Nobody could get mad at him. Nobody. Gary and I had the most trouble when he was gone, since we couldn't cook and clean (we were only fourteen at the time). Shoot, we can't do those things three years later. Too bad Brock doesn't have time to teach us, not that I think we would be so eager to learn.
Gary is very... out there? The biggest flirt around, that's for sure. Beats even Brock, and that's saying a lot. He's Brock with skills. He talks to girls like a pro since he was probably a newborn. While he was still at school, he used to have a group of greaser and Soc fan girls alike that hung out with him and followed where ever he went. His brown hair is also unruly, so he doesn't mess with it. Gary's green eyes, along with a smirk that never truly disappears, radiates cockiness. But he has a good reason to be cocky. He's pretty smart, despite dropping out, and he's good looking. The gas station where he works is so full of customers. Whether it's because of his looks or his skills with cars, I'll never know. Drew works with Gary part-time, too. The two of them really help the business.
Out of the five of us, I would say Drew would have the best hair. His green hair is slicked with grease and his bangs cover his forehead perfectly. He keeps flipping it arrogantly when he wants to look all that, which is pretty much most of the time. His green eyes scream reckless, and he's also good looking, like Gary, but more of a "cool, bad boy pretty" while Gary is an "actor pretty", which people seem to love a little bit more. I think it's because Drew could be scary sometimes. He's very confident in his fighting skills and likes to boast about how he can beat anyone in our block. I wouldn't say he was lying though. He is pretty good at fighting, but he has a tendency to over do it. After fighting with two Socs that had blades, he got cut up real badly. When we found him a couple of minutes after the fight, he was lying on the grass. He was bruised and had a bunch of cuts, but it didn't really matter to him. He just smiled at us and said, "I beat 'em." I don't know why May is okay with him fighting. I asked her and she said it's a way for him to "vent" or "show off", but I really think it's just the lather. He really doesn't have much to vent out. His parents are pretty laid back about it too. They don't know about the war between greasers and Socs though. Not a lot of adults do.
Paul is the coldest one in our gang. Callous, rough, and sometimes even brutal, he's been in jail so many times that almost every cop in the station knows his name. Thefts, beating people up, things like that. Name it, and he probably did it. He accepts me as a greaser, but I think some little part of him still thinks I'm weak. He's eighteen and just barely passed high school. With him skipping school every week and never doing homework, I, for one, was very, very surprised. He's very smart though. His face is always in a scowl, eyebrows turned down with hard eyes calculating you. Paul's purple hair covers his forehead and ears. He doesn't even have to use lots of grease. Maybe if he didn't have that cold look all the time, more girls would talk to him (even though Dawn would scare them away). Except for a few scars, Paul's decent looking too. He seems like he doesn't care about the gang, but that's not true. He looks out for us, and we look after him. Remember? It's a family.
Paul has an older brother. Reggie's his name. Reggie is not even like Paul at all. He's much nicer. They live together, but Reggie is usually busy with work and college and doesn't hang with us, although sometimes me and him chat. Reggie isn't exactly part of our gang. I'm not sure if he's a greaser, but if he had to pick between a Soc and a greaser, I know he would pick the greaser. Their parents were killed in an auto accident. A drunk Soc was driving and hit them full on. They were killed instantly. Maybe that's why Paul hates the Socs so much. It isn't just about the social class, it's personal.
Drew and Paul are the ones in the gang that ever had a relationship that lasted more than a few days. Even though they are greaser girls (ones that always have lots of makeup caked onto their face and giggled at every little joke), they're also nice and caring.
Surprisingly, Paul has a girlfriend. Dawn is a fifteen year old. The youngest one in all. I wonder if it's illegal for an eighteen year old to date a fifteen year old. Probably is, but I don't think the two care much. Dawn has the mouth in the pair and usually speaks for Paul. She's pretty confident about her looks, just like how Drew is so sure about his fighting ability. She has long, dark blue hair that's clipped back, and Dawn usually wears skirts that could be in the world record of "shortest skirt ever". Her face is young and looks innocent. Even though she flirts a lot, she knows Paul is the only one for her. The feeling is mutual between the two. But I don't even think Dawn even knows she's flirting half the time that she is. Dawn's personality is a stark contrast with Paul's. Dawn is happy and cheery and always has a big smile on. Dawn is very carefree. She usually hangs around with Paul to keep him out of trouble, or at least tries to. Sometimes, she's the reason Paul's in the cooler. Sometimes, a couple of guys try to pick her up, and Dawn, being the girl she is, flirts back, leading them on. When they try to kiss her or anything like that, Paul comes up (practically out of nowhere) and knocks them out. Hard. It's like Paul has a radar for Dawn. It's weird, but they're a weird couple. They're like day and night, yet they make it work.
May is the one with Drew. She's been with him ever since she ran away from her abusive home at twelve. She stumbled onto Drew's porch and collapsed from exhaustion. They found her lying there, dirty and scratched up, and rushed her to the hospital. Drew's parents allowed her to stay with them and the two befriended and fell in love quickly. May and Drew are both sixteen. She has brown hair that ends with a slight wave near her shoulders. Drew thinks she's sure sweet, but if you make her mad, boy, can she yell. I feel bad for Drew sometimes, but he says he's happy around her, even with her screeching at his ear. I'll never understand boys and their girls. Gary says I'll grow out of it someday. I'm sixteen, so I wonder when.
Suddenly, hands cupped my eyes. I was surprised, but I knew it couldn't be any Socs though. If they wanted to jump me, they wouldn't have surprised me like that. Besides, I can usually hear Socs coming. They approach us greasers in packs, and when they make an entrance, they make a rich one. They first drive up to you in their expensive mustangs and taunt you. Real annoying. But you have to deal with it. Comes with being a greaser.
"Guess who?" a girly, familiar voice said, almost singing the words. Cue Dawn.
"What is it Dawn?" I responded dully.
"Aww! How do you do that Ash?" Dawn let go and I turned to face her, but ignored her question. I noticed Paul was walking ahead.
"You know, you shouldn't be walking alone," the girl scolded. I cracked a grin. Being yelled at by Dawn. That's a new one. Sure, if anybody else said that, it would have been normal, but Dawn? She cares, but she really isn't the motherly type, unlike May. Dawn is more like the bubbly, little sister everybody watches out for. First Brock, and Gary, and May, and now Dawn? What next? Drew? Ha, that'll be the day. It's not that Drew doesn't care either. It's just that he thinks walking alone is a good way to get into a fight. She was right though. Socs love to jump greasers that were alone.
"Did you skip school again? You know you ain't gonna pass," I said, striding along to catch up with Paul. Damn, he walked so fast.
"Whatever. Passing or dropping don't really matter to me. As long as I got Paul," Dawn skipped to next to her boyfriend. That's so like Dawn. She's pretty much a ditz. How she's still in school, I'll never know either.
"You're going to graduate," Paul spoke in a tone that's only reserved for Dawn.
"Maybe, maybe not," Dawn brushed it off. I mentally sighed. That girl didn't get much. She's not stupid, but she's a little bit too naive and careless.
"Aren't you supposed to be in jail?" I asked Paul. He was arrested a couple of weeks ago on a charge of assault. I haven't seen him since.
"I got out today." Ah, so that's why Dawn skipped.
"Oh." That was all I could say. I didn't even know where I was headed. I just walked along with them, quiet as the two chatted amongst themselves. Dawn was the only one that could really talk to Paul. She wasn't afraid of him, even when he's blazing with anger. She was the only one that can calm him down. Even Reggie isn't as good as her. I didn't feel left out though. I didn't really want to talk.
My mouth was left gaping when I realized where we were going to. The shopping center. Shopping. Our gang sometimes come up here when we want to mess around or to buy stuff (more like steal for some certain people). I just didn't feel like it today, plus there was only Paul and Dawn. Paul usually shoplifts things into his jacket while Dawn distracts the male sells person like an expert. With flips of the hair, twirls with that skirt of hers, Dawn has it easily. What a team.
"Hey, guys? How about I stay out here? You can go ahead," I suggested. Paul looked at me with a bored expression. Dawn probably figured nothing wrong could happen in a couple of minutes (their whole operation was short), shrugged, and pulled Paul in. I sat on the bench not too far away from the entrance.
"A greaser!" I heard a snobby voice say. I immediately knew it was a Soc. I gave them a hard look. To my gang, I may be an idiot, but to strangers, I'm a tough, juvenile delinquent. There were four of them.
"Ya'll wanna say something to my face?" I retorted, keeping my tough facade. It was pretty stupid of me, but I couldn't help it. Something in their tone made me mad. Sure, I have heard that tone a thousand times, maybe a million or a billion, but I just snapped that time. I'm a bit hot-headed.
"Yeah, we do!" the one with red hair said. He looked like the leader of some sort.
"Well? Say it!" I spat at them, standing up. They pulled out switchblades in their back pocket quickly. My eyes stayed emotionless and I knew Paul and Dawn would come back before a big commotion would happen. "Pulling out weapons already?" I ran a hand through my hair nonchalantly, but some panic seeped through when they started approaching slowly. I eyed the door nervously when they were just a few feet away. The sun's rays reflected off the sharp knives. I didn't like it. They were too close and getting closer.
I practically jumped with joy when the door opened and a familiar pair came out. I also practically felt like slugging Paul when he saw the situation I was in and just scoffed, not doing anything to help. That jerk. Luckily, Dawn was there. And Dawn, being the girl she is, looked like she was happy with me surrounded by Socs.
"Hey! You guys over there! Get away from that greaser," the blue headed girl called. The weird thing for us greasers is, we don't mind other greasers calling us "greasers". But anyway, that's her for making an entrance. Her hands were on her hips, her weight spread out evenly, and her face was turned into a frown, although her eyes showed glee. The Socs wouldn't know it was glee though. You would have to know her.
One glance at Paul next to the strange girl had the group of Socs back away from me. He has quite a reputation, you see.
"Damn it, is that Paul?" one of them asked aloud.
"That tough, crazy, silent killer, Paul? That Paul?" a group member tried to clarify. It was almost too funny to see their reactions.
"Aw, crap, that is!" another cried out. You know, I bet Dawn was starting to get bored. She must've seen this thousands of times, and Dawn gets bored easily.
The redheaded boy turned to me. "You better watch yourself," he tried to threaten, although I could clearly see the fear in his eyes. I smirked back at him and gave him a small wave. He walked away with his group, muttering all the curse words he could think of.
After they were completely out of sight, Dawn walked up to me and slapped me right on my head.
"Ow! What was that for?" I rubbed the spot where she hit. She could hit pretty hard.
"We can't go bailing you out of trouble all the time! You savvy?" We? Wasn't it more like Paul just standing there? Oh wait, she did get their attention, but I doubt Paul would just watch me get beat up... Would he? I mean, sure, he watches out for the gang, but I don't know about me. And technically, he would be watching.
Out of all us, Paul's the only one who I don't really know. He doesn't talk about it, his past and what he thinks, I mean, and I don't really want to pry. So, to save me from getting slugged by him (which I would imagine would hurt a lot), I don't know and I try to keep my mouth shut good around him.
"Yeah. I get it, I get it. Come on. Walk me home. Gary should be home by now," I drawled, walking on and not really caring if the two followed. I wasn't even sure Gary was home, but it was getting kind of late.
Ever since that big rumble in the city, the Socs are jumping us greasers more than ever. Our outfit didn't participate. Three gangs of greasers and twenty or so Socs did though. Good news: the greasers won. Bad news: it didn't really change much. It could've made it worse. I guess the Socs are just sore losers. There's always going to be a social difference between greasers and Socs. No fight can change that. No fight I know, anyway.
"Hey, Ash? ASH!" Dawn yelled in my ear, causing me to stop walking and interrupting my thoughts. Why does she have to do that all the time? She already has a loud voice. Plus, I was kind of having a headache from thinking too much.
"Argh... Yeah? What do you want now?" I said, still grimacing from the sudden loud nose.
"Weeeeeell, if you want to keep walking to Johto or Hoenn, go ahead, but I just have to say that you passed your house," Dawn rolled her eyes and pointed to the shabby building. Gary washome. There was his car.
"Oh..." I rubbed the back of the head sheepishly. "Well, thanks. You guys want to come in?"
"Uh, no thanks. We got to do some... stuff." She looked to Paul. Ulgh. I didn't want to know.
"Yeah, you go do some stuff," I waved at them and came into the house. When you walk into my house, there's the living room that's attached to kitchen that has a dining set in it. Two rooms are in the back, along with two bathrooms. The furniture and appliances are a bit old, and the walls are filthy-looking, but it's home. Home sweet home.
The door is always open, in case anybody wants to stay over. Burglars might come, but there's nothing much here. Plus, they wouldn't make it out alive (or at least without scars for the rest of their lives) if Brock or any one of the gang's at home.
"Hello? Gary? Come on, stop hiding. I saw your car outside," I called out, looking around.
"Yeah?" Gary yawned, resting his forearm against the door frame. He was bare chested and it looked like his jeans were put on in a hurry. Ulgh, I really didn't want to know. "I didn't do anything like that, if that's what you're thinking." Oh, I guess my face gave it away. "I just came home early because I felt a little bit sick. You know I can't bring girls home."
"Uh, yeah, sure," I replied, both relieved and a bit disgusted at Gary's remark same time. "Did you take some aspirins?" Aspirins usually did the trick. Headaches, fevers, things like that. We usually had a lot in the house, in case Drew needed help with the pain he gets from the daily fights he has.
"Yeah, before I took a nap. What time is it?"
"I don't know. I just got home because it looked dark. I'll say about seven or so. Shoot, why don't you look at a clock for once? You know how to read one," I flopped myself on the couch. Gary's mouth suddenly turned into the usual cocky smirk. Uh oh. That's not good.
"Aren't you gettin' mouthy?" Before I could come up with a comeback, Gary got hold of me and had me down flat on the floor. I squirmed out, and then pinned him down. It was back in forth until we were both out of breath. The two of us called a truce. That usually happened. Every single day.
"When is Brock coming home today?" I questioned Gary, lounging on the chair and playing with some cards with him on the kitchen table.
"I don't know. Hopefully before dinner 'cause I'm starving," Gary answered, flipping his cards over. Dammit. "Ha! I win! You have to do homework anyway."
"Aw, shut up. Do you think Drew and May will come over?" Suddenly the front door swung open. Speak of the devil. Well, devils, in this case. I didn't really want to do homework anyway. It was Friday.
"Hi, you guys!" May greeted cheerfully.
"Hey," Drew said coolly. Gary and I waved at them as they entered the kitchen and joined us.
"Got into fights lately?" I asked Drew, dealing some cards.
"Naw. I got a life," he joked.
"Yeah, a life of beating people up and flipping your hair," I snorted.
"Hey! What about me?" May said, smirking. I rolled my eyes playfully.
"What's your life about, huh? Get a girlfriend," Drew jeered.
"Pul-lease! I don't need one!" I argued hotly. He flipped his hair.
"You don't need one? It's just you can't get one," the green-haired boy scoffed.
"I can too!" Drew opened his mouth to say something, but Gary beat him to it.
"Can you broads quit fighting? Can't we all have some peace and quiet for once?" Peace? I don't think so. Quiet? The radio was turned on and was playing some Elvis, really loud too, so even if me and Drew weren't yelling at each other, there wouldn't be "quiet". But I just grinned at Gary and shut up just this once. He's not as good as Brock, but he would be close to second (or fourth including the girls).
"That's my boyfriend!" May huffed.
"He shouldn't be, babe," Gary flirted lightly, winking suggestively. Okay, so he breaks a fight and makes another one? May rolled her eyes while Drew's eyes looked like they were on fire.
"Gary..." I warned. He lifted his hands in surrender.
"Okay, okay. I'll lay off on her. But where's Dawn?" Gary wondered. Probably wants to flirt with her.
"Doin' some certain stuff with Paul. I didn't ask her what stuff, so don't ask me," I shuddered a little. At least she could've made it less obvious. I'm pretty sure I'm too young to be hearing it.
"Hmph," Gary frowned and crossed his arms childishly.
"Come on. Stick to girls that aren't in relationships with people that are practically our brothers and the girls are practically our sisters," I stated.
"Don't put it like that! That just creeps me out!" Gary shielded his ears with his hands, unwilling to listen. I smirked at him.
"Good, 'cause it should," I smacked him across the head.
"Now, now, you guys," somebody said, messing up my hair. Gary and I turned our heads at the deep, older-brother voice.
"Hey, Brock!" the two of us smiled in unison. It isn't the same when we hang out without Brock, which is a lot. Brock completes our trio. He also completes the gang.
"How was work?" I asked him. Brock is a cook for a burger joint and a lawn mower. Doesn't pay that much, but we live on it.
"Same old, same old," Brock answered, sitting down on the couch tiredly. I sighed inwardly, and I know Gary did too. He was exhausted. I couldn't work, Gary was already working at seventeen, and Brock, good ol' Brock, was working two jobs at once and didn't have much free time. It just wasn't fair. Not when Socs have all the money they want and don't really bother thinking about any consequences because they can just buy their way out. They don't have to work hard or nothing. It just wasn't fair.
"Well, you can just sit back and relax now. May could cook us up something," Gary glanced at the girl, trying to convey a silent message. She got it and gave him a gentle smile before grabbing a couple of ingredients in the fridge. Drew trailed behind her. They didn't like being too far apart. Kind of like with Paul and Dawn, but school kind of makes it hard for them.
"Hey, guys!" Dawn walked into the living room, dragging along Paul. It was getting to be a full house.
"Already done with your 'stuff'?" I scoffed at her. I held back a chuckle when I saw her blush bright red.
"Shut up, Ash! What's it to you? I'm just going to help May!" Dawn charged into the kitchen. Help? More like gossip with. I bet Dawn couldn't cook anything if her life depended on it. I shook my head as Gary patted my back, smirking at our "argument". I call it "argument" because we usually forget about it after a couple of minutes. It's just the way me and Dawn are. We don't really like to hold grudges. Not against each other, anyway.
Drew came back once Dawn entered. I think they're having another one of their "girl conversations". Pretty quick, if you asked me, but they are best friends.
"Kicked out by your 'girlfriend'?" I heard Gary say. "Girlfriend"? That idiot. Don't put quotations. Never put quotations. Not with Drew and May.
"Shut it, Oak, or I'll beat you into next week. I didn't even want to stay," Drew grumbled. He sat down on the couch and Paul leaned on a wall that was next to the couch. The five of us boys chatted about rumbles, Socs, the weather, and stuff like that for awhile. I momentarily forgot how hungry I really was. I only remembered when May came out to say that dinner was ready.
The whole gang sat down around the table. In the middle was three whole plates of baloney sandwiches. Well, at least it wasn't anything that gross. Plus, May makes pretty good baloney sandwiches. I think that's the only thing she can make.
"Dig in!" Dawn yelled out and grabbed for one. I smiled as I looked at the scene before me. The whole gang was there, eating, arguing, bonding.
"Ash, quit smiling like a dork and eat, or there won't be any left," Gary smirked at me. I bet he knew what I was thinking.
"Whatever, Gary," I grinned back and bit into my sandwich. Yum.
Home sweet home, like it should be.
I used the original title after all. So how was it? I worked pretty hard on it and especially tried really hard not to make it so similar to the book (which I think I did a pretty good job on that, if I do say so myself XD). Some of the characters in the Outsiders like Ponyboy and Cherry will be mentioned, but won't appear. If you don't know them, no worries. I'll try to explain them through Ash. By the way, most of the grammatical errors in their dialogue are supposed to be there because that's how greasers talk. I enjoyed writing this chapter though. I hope that lasts. Writing in first person is pretty fun because I get to write what they think and add some sarcastic remarks. :) Again, it's a different storyline. Misty's not going to appear until like two or so chapters, so please bear with me. It's the longest chapter I have ever written so far, although I did write a story that was about six thousand words too, but that was a whole story. I also hope the others won't be shorter than this one. I like this length, not too short, and not so long that people want to skim the whole thing (or is that just me?) This chapter was for you (the readers) to get to know the greaser side of the character. Some were based on the characters from the Outsiders. Like Gary and Soda, Brock and Darry, Drew and Steve, Paul and Dally, and Ash and Pony. They aren't exactly the same though because I didn't want to seem so out of character. :D
Okay, I wonder if I can get at least five reviews? I don't know if it counts as begging? Argh, I disappoint myself. I don't like begging. Review so I don't have to beg? :) But no worries, I don't write just for reviews. Who knows if that's a lie or not? XDD Just kidding?
