A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read my story! As a warning, I am a very busy person so it may take me a while to add new chapters. But, I probably will add several chapters at once to make up for it!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with S.E. Hinton or The Outsiders
As standard for the Dingo, some Socs had started makin' trouble with the greasers that are here eatn'. I personally am here because I am just comin' off my shift workin' as a waitress here. My younger brother Ponyboy had arrived 'bout five minutes earlier with Two-bit Mathews in order to grab a bite to eat and walk me to the DX. Since I am hungry, I order food for myself and the other two and then walked over to the booth they were at and slid in. Two-bit greets me with a "Howdy pretty lady," while Ponyboy barley glanced up from the book he is readn' and utters a small hello. Must be some interestin' book he has I think to myself. I couldn't really say nothin' to him 'bout it cause I knew I'd be in for a world of hurt over it with Darry later if I did.
See, Ponyboy might think that Darry doesn't love him like he does me or Sodapop but Pony is way off mark. Darry cares a lot for him but doesn't always show it in the best ways. He only hollers at Pony because Darry wants him to be safe seein' as there is a risk of the State splittn' us up and all. Anytime Soda and I try to convince Pony otherwise he ignores what we say and stuffs his face in a book. I get real annoyed with him when he does that seen' as we were just trying to break a little tension in that little house of ours. So instead I start a conversation with Two about the rumble that had happened in the past week.
"Then damn Socs are still tryin' to make trouble on our side of town 'cause they lost bad in that rumble," Two says, his typically smiling face holding a grimace. "They are jumpn' every grease in site, no matter if you a lady or not," he continues. I supposed that was the reason Darry and Soda had wanted me to be picked up every day from the Dingo and taken to the DX.
Let's be honest, I am not a very typical greaser girl. Sure I wear short skirts and some makeup but not as much as the other girls do. Darry would flip if he saw me with my face all covered in the gunk. It doesn't bother me all that much, seen' as I'm not partial to the stuff myself. I'm always told by my brothers that I don't need it anyhow. I guess they're right, seen' as I am the identical twin of Sodapop Curtis, the one known for his good looks and charmin' ways. My older brother Darry does not look like either of us; rather, he is the spittin' image of my daddy. Sometimes it is hard to look at him considering that my father is now dead, along with my mama, but I do admire Darry for givin' up college and a Soc life to take care of my siblings and I. Ponyboy also doesn't look much like the rest of us except for his hair. He shares me and Soda's golden colored hair which he keeps at a longer length than Soda or Darry's.
An argument that is startin' to get louder by the minute had started a few booths down from ours. I looked over seen' as I recognize one of the taunting voices as Gary Striker, a big-time soc who has two cronies named Bob and Randy and likes to mess with me durin' school. The greaser that he is makin' fun of is startin' to stand up, matchin' his tone of voice.
"Why don't you go home an' cry to your mommy about it then?" the unfamiliar greaser asks just as Gary moves to throw a punch onto his face. Now I have seen plenty of fights before because of livin' on this side of town so the familiar crack of his hand contacting the greaser's face did not faze me. Fightin' is just another thing to get used to in Tulsa 'cause it sure never is gonna stop.
"You little greaser shit!" Gary spat after punchin' him. "I'm thinkin' it's about high time to show you a lesson," he continues.
Another greaser, also unfamiliar, stands up and gets between the two. He looks real tough with a scar runnin' down the side of his face. His face is livid, probably 'cause his fiend had just gotten punched.
I turn away for a second noticing that the fight has broken Pony's concentration on the damn book. Two-bit's face had cleared of all the tension from our previous conversation to be replaced with a look of giddiness. Two loved fightin' more than he loved his blondes. I could tell that the moment the fight started, he would be in there defendin' his own kind. I don't really blame him considerin' that is how us east siders are raised.
Now the fight is over. Turns out, Gary and his cronies are not looking to pick a fight with the scarred greaser.
"Ah, ol' Timmy Shepard stoppin' Curly from getting his ass beat again," Two says, looking like his parade had been rained on. The expression did not last however. "We ought to get goin' now to the DX," he grins. "I gotta surprise for you, Honeyblossom Violet Curtis."