I got special edition west side story for Hanukkah....so this is the
product of watching that, outsiders and eating a ton of candy within a five
hour time frame...and I've wondered for the longest time whether or not
Dally could have known the Jets when he lived in N.Y......so I decided to
say he did.
*Dally's P.O.V.*
I shaded my eyes with my hand as I walked down the street to the Curtis' house. The sun was brutal this time of summer, especially in the south. Times like these made me miss New York even more. By now, it would be cool enough that by sundown you'd need a jacket. But not in Tulsa.
I wiped the sweat from my face as I stepped into the Curtis' house. It was unusually quiet, because the guys were all laying about the sweltering house. Soda lay stretched across the couch in his under shirt and boxers, holding a can of soda to his head. Steve was on the floor next to the couch, mimicking Soda's pose. There was a fan on the floor that Johnny and Ponyboy sat around, and another on the kitchen table that was surrounded by Two-Bit and Darry. Only Darry looked up as I walked in.
"Hey, Dal," he said. "This came for you today." He pushed an envelope towards me. I stared at it for a second. I never got mail. The post-mark was from New York. I knew right away who it was from. My cousin, Riff.
Riff was the leader of my old gang in New York, the Jets. That gang was really something. It wasn't like my gang down here. Here, we're just a group of friends that hang out together and occasionally fought people. In New York, we were a real gang. We had our leader, Riff, the lieutenant, this guy Tony, and the second lieutenant, me. We were organized, there was a ranking order, we had our turf, everything. I opened the envelope with curiosity, wondering what the Jets could want from me.
"Dear Dal,
Thanks for writing buddy boy! Fours years and no letter-a guy's libel to think his buddy forgot where he came from. I ain't been any better, not writing to you. So how's the south? Listen, I gotta favor to ask. We gotta problem. Some guys think they're taking over our turf. And they ain't like the other gangs that've tried, like the tigers. These are real down boys. Don't think I'm begging you for help, cause I ain't. But we need you back. And if you got any buddys, bring them with you. I heard the gangs down there are pretty tough. But make sure they're ready for a fight.....The Hawks ain't playing around.
your cosin, Riff"
I looked at my gang, lying around the house like lumps. Would they be able to take on a gang that was actually posing as a threat to the Jets? The Jets weren't easily threatened, so this was going to be the fight of our lives, but I looked up at the guys and said "Anyone wanna take a road trip?" **************************************************************************** *************
"SHUT UP TWO-BIT!" Darry yelled for the fourth time since we had left the bus station. It was hot and the sun was just as strong in Manhattan as it was in Tulsa. All of the guys had complained at first, but Two-Bit was the only one that had kept it up.
"It's hot!" Two-Bit whined again.
"Listen," I said. "We're like two blocks from Jet turf. Then it'll be like a second before we find a Jet that can show us where Riff is, if we don't meet Riff fir-"
I was cut off by a long whistle that went up to a high note at the end. I turned around to see the Jets-in full- standing there. They looked exactly like I remembered, with the exception of one or two new faces. Riff walked forward.
"Welcome back, buddy boy," he said. "How's the west side treating ya?"
"Better than the west side back home, man," I said shaking his hand. He started laughing.
"Notice any changes in the line up?" he said pointing at the gang.
"Yeah, what happened to my Jets? When'd you let the chick in?" I said, pointing at someone who was obviously a girl with her hair cut short.
"Anybodys! Get the hell out of here!" Riff yelled as the girl trudged forward. I remembered her. She used to buddy around with Tony's sister. They thought they could be Jets, too. "You got any chicks in your outfit?" he said, eyeing my gang.
"Nah, just the guys. Girls aren't any good in a fight, especially not the ones we have down south."
"What about those two?" Riff said, pointing at Johnny and Pony. "They look kinda small. They good men in a fight?"
"Yeah, they can hold their own."
Suddenly, there was a voice yelling from across the street. "Well well well, look what the cat dragged in!"
I turned to see Tony's sister, standing there. But it sure wasn't the same girl I left. eurgh....this is crap...but I love west side story too much and who knows, maybe it'll get better......my favorite part is that most of it's grammatically correct........I don't care how brutal you guys are with the reviewing....nothing really bothers me.......I just wrote this for fun anyway...
I shaded my eyes with my hand as I walked down the street to the Curtis' house. The sun was brutal this time of summer, especially in the south. Times like these made me miss New York even more. By now, it would be cool enough that by sundown you'd need a jacket. But not in Tulsa.
I wiped the sweat from my face as I stepped into the Curtis' house. It was unusually quiet, because the guys were all laying about the sweltering house. Soda lay stretched across the couch in his under shirt and boxers, holding a can of soda to his head. Steve was on the floor next to the couch, mimicking Soda's pose. There was a fan on the floor that Johnny and Ponyboy sat around, and another on the kitchen table that was surrounded by Two-Bit and Darry. Only Darry looked up as I walked in.
"Hey, Dal," he said. "This came for you today." He pushed an envelope towards me. I stared at it for a second. I never got mail. The post-mark was from New York. I knew right away who it was from. My cousin, Riff.
Riff was the leader of my old gang in New York, the Jets. That gang was really something. It wasn't like my gang down here. Here, we're just a group of friends that hang out together and occasionally fought people. In New York, we were a real gang. We had our leader, Riff, the lieutenant, this guy Tony, and the second lieutenant, me. We were organized, there was a ranking order, we had our turf, everything. I opened the envelope with curiosity, wondering what the Jets could want from me.
"Dear Dal,
Thanks for writing buddy boy! Fours years and no letter-a guy's libel to think his buddy forgot where he came from. I ain't been any better, not writing to you. So how's the south? Listen, I gotta favor to ask. We gotta problem. Some guys think they're taking over our turf. And they ain't like the other gangs that've tried, like the tigers. These are real down boys. Don't think I'm begging you for help, cause I ain't. But we need you back. And if you got any buddys, bring them with you. I heard the gangs down there are pretty tough. But make sure they're ready for a fight.....The Hawks ain't playing around.
your cosin, Riff"
I looked at my gang, lying around the house like lumps. Would they be able to take on a gang that was actually posing as a threat to the Jets? The Jets weren't easily threatened, so this was going to be the fight of our lives, but I looked up at the guys and said "Anyone wanna take a road trip?" **************************************************************************** *************
"SHUT UP TWO-BIT!" Darry yelled for the fourth time since we had left the bus station. It was hot and the sun was just as strong in Manhattan as it was in Tulsa. All of the guys had complained at first, but Two-Bit was the only one that had kept it up.
"It's hot!" Two-Bit whined again.
"Listen," I said. "We're like two blocks from Jet turf. Then it'll be like a second before we find a Jet that can show us where Riff is, if we don't meet Riff fir-"
I was cut off by a long whistle that went up to a high note at the end. I turned around to see the Jets-in full- standing there. They looked exactly like I remembered, with the exception of one or two new faces. Riff walked forward.
"Welcome back, buddy boy," he said. "How's the west side treating ya?"
"Better than the west side back home, man," I said shaking his hand. He started laughing.
"Notice any changes in the line up?" he said pointing at the gang.
"Yeah, what happened to my Jets? When'd you let the chick in?" I said, pointing at someone who was obviously a girl with her hair cut short.
"Anybodys! Get the hell out of here!" Riff yelled as the girl trudged forward. I remembered her. She used to buddy around with Tony's sister. They thought they could be Jets, too. "You got any chicks in your outfit?" he said, eyeing my gang.
"Nah, just the guys. Girls aren't any good in a fight, especially not the ones we have down south."
"What about those two?" Riff said, pointing at Johnny and Pony. "They look kinda small. They good men in a fight?"
"Yeah, they can hold their own."
Suddenly, there was a voice yelling from across the street. "Well well well, look what the cat dragged in!"
I turned to see Tony's sister, standing there. But it sure wasn't the same girl I left. eurgh....this is crap...but I love west side story too much and who knows, maybe it'll get better......my favorite part is that most of it's grammatically correct........I don't care how brutal you guys are with the reviewing....nothing really bothers me.......I just wrote this for fun anyway...
