Fools in Love
Author's Note:
OK, so I wouldn't exactly call this a Grey's Anatomy/Outsiders crossover, but a lot of the the song lyrics come from the soundtrack of Grey's Anatomy and some of the dialogue comes from the show. This is my first fic, so please be nice, but constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything! S.E. Hinton owns The Outsiders. Shonda Rhimes owns anything associated with Grey's Anatomy. The Eames Era owns the song "Could Be Anything".
Could Be Anything
Michelle Matthews sat on a dilapidated couch sipping a beer and watching her brother making a complete ass out of himself. As if there weren't enough opportunities to get rip roarin' drunk and achieve the previous status, Two-Bit had thrown a party at his house while his mother was out of town. He somehow managed to persuade his younger sister Shelly to let him and now he was here surrounded by about thirty complete strangers and doing a keg stand.
Shelly's point of view
I can't believe he talked me onto letting him do this. Of course I'm going to be the one that has to clean this mess up tomorrow. I looked around the room grimacing at the beer bottles and passed out greasers that littered the floor. And I'm going to be the one who has to explain to Mom why several lamps are broken and why the house reeks of liquor.
I looked around the house seeing if I knew anyone here. Most of these people I've never seen in my life and I know that Bits didn't invite them. Word travels fast in Tulsa and the people that he invited probably told their friends, and they told their friends, and so on and so forth. It was hard to see through the crowd but I knew who wouldn't be here. Dally was in jail for the second time this month. Typical. Darry would never be caught dead at a party and he would certainly never let Pony come to one. Maybe Steve and Soda will come though.
As if on cue, that moment Steve and Soda came through the door with Evie and Sandy. Oh, well in that case, I guess I won't be hanging with them either. Being part of the gang, I knew that Steve would not want any "kid" hanging out with him on a date. I don't know why he refers to me as a kid, I'm 16, only a year younger than he is. But it would probably be bad for two guys on dates to be seen talking with a girl who wasn't their date. Especially by their dates.
I knew Evie wouldn't mind, she's one of my only friends who's a greaser girl. We have some classes together at school and we walk to the DX everyday after school. She's real sweet and knows that I have intention to make a move on Steve.
Sandy on the other hand was different. We didn't really know each other very well but since she was friends with Evie, we were often stuck together. Sandy was in the middle class, not exactly a greaser or a soc, but I couldn't help but think she looked down on us sometimes. She just had this air about her that she thought she was better than us, like she could get any guy in the room that she wanted, when she already had what every girl wanted.
(AN: I know that none of the songs I mention were written in the 60s, but just use your nifty little imaginations and pretend.)
Run along, run a long way to find a one
Find a one who could turn you on
Underneath a cloudless sun
I gazed intently upon the boy I'd known my whole life, the boy I knew I wanted to be with from the moment I met him. He was wearing a white tee shirt underneath a red plaid shirt. The color suited him and made him stand out in the crowd for anyone who wasn't already pining for him. His sleek golden blonde hair gleamed with hair grease and his reckless brown eyes danced. He was laughing, apparently at something Sandy had said. It was one thing I admired about him. He had a carefree life, in high spirits even when the chips were down. Like Pony said once, he could get drunk on just plain living.
Something broke with a loud "Crash!" and it stirred me out of my thoughts. I continued to watch and couldn't help but notice Sandy acting a little distracted. She kept glancing across the room at some other guy. He winked at her and she smiled. Apparantly, Soda had noticed none of this and was in an in depth conversation with Steve at the moment. She had what every girl wanted, and she wanted more. Maybe I'm just jealous.
I certainly hope that you are happy
With your new change of company
Surrounded by your enemies
"Hey Shelly," a quiet voice behind me said. I turned to see Johnny.
"Hey Johnnycakes, what's happennin'?" I asked not really interested, I was still submersed in thought about Sodapop.
"Nothin' much," he replied, "still pining I see."
"What!" I asked, knowing perfectly what he was talking about. He motioned over to Soda.
"Is it that obvious?" I inquired, slightly blushing.
"Well you've sorta been staring at him for like five minutes now. You should go talk to him," suggested Johnny. I turned my attention back to Sandy. What I would give to be her right now…
Can't you see if I could be anything I want to be I would be you, see, And if you say everything will want to go your way
Can't you see if I could be anything
I will turn you away as easily as I turned you into me
"But he's on a date, I can't just go interrupt them," I said, which was a good point seeing as they were making out and you don't typically just poke someone on the shoulder and ask to have a word with them at that point.
Johnny was silent, but a moment later he said, "You won't have to, look." Sandy got up, conversed very briefly with Soda , and went upstairs. "Now's your chance, c'mon," Johnny encouraged me and pushed me towards Soda. I started walking toward him.
If you say everything will want to go your way And can't you see if I could be anything I want to be I would be you, see,
I will turn you away as easily as I turned you into me
Can't you see if I could be anything
So? Please R&R! Anything you write will be helpful. This chapter wasn't very Grey's but future chapters will be.
