a/n1: The very first 'Outsiders' fic. Okay, this is basically a story about the main surviving outsiders (Darry, Two-Bit, Steve, Sodapop and Ponyboy, in age order)'s children. It also briefly explains about the original outsiders wives and current lives. A couple of things to take notice to:
A) In the movie, they did state that Socs were from the South Side and Greasers from the North, but I follow the book, where it states that Greasers are from the East Side, and Socs the West.
B) I know that 'The Outsiders' was meant to take place in Oklahoma, but, to me, it just didn't seem realistic, so I changed it to New York, which just seems more worthy of the novel.
C) I know that Angela Shepard was a bitch and that people will say she never would end up with Ponyboy, but I, for some reason, liked her. Ya don't like it? Don't read it.
D) Thoughts in **
Well, on with the story.
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Cara Curtis, easily the most desired sophomore of Lincoln High School, was sitting in Mr. Capella's math class, chewing on the cap of her pen. She was sitting nearest the window, causing the wind to blow her blonde hair into her face. Her hand flew to push the hair behind her ear, triggering her pen to drop and draw ink on her olive green bungee pants. She cursed herself under her breath, knowing that stain would probably never come out. She had the same clumsiness as her father, Sodapop Curtis.
Under all aspects she was a whole lot like her father. She had the same light blonde hair, same dark brown eyes. Same structured nose and clear complexion. Everyone always said, upon meeting her and her father, that it was incredible how much similarity there was between them. It was the same with her eldest brother, Sodapop Patrick Curtis Jr. It was even harder to tell the two Sodapop's apart sometimes.
She smiled to herself, thinking of how overprotective that particular brother was of her. She had another brother, and a sister. All three of them are twenty-two, they're triplets. Sodapop Jr. was born first, then her sister Nicole, and then her other brother, Tommy. Tommy and Nicole are much more like Cara's mother, Sandy Curtis.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard the bell bring her back to earth. * There goes second period, onto third. * She thought to herself, grabbing her books and walking out of the classroom. She walked through the halls stopping every so often, to talk to people, smile at some, and wave at others. She met up with one of her two best friends, her cousin, Jesse Curtis. Jesse was her Uncle Darry and Aunt Monica's youngest son. He had a sister, Katrina, who was five years older than him, and a brother, Robbie, who was eleven years older than him. Robbie was already married with a two-year-old little girl, and Katrina was recently engaged. Her other best friend, Eric Matthews, was probably catching a smoke in a random bathroom. Eric and Jesse were only two of the many children of the tight-knit family that she was part of. Eric had a little brother and an older sister. Jen was in her freshman year of college, and Sean was in the sixth grade.
Cara often thought about how much they actually were like they're parents. Cara and her brother, Soda, were just like their father, and Nicole and Tommy were just like her mother. Eric could not be more like his father, Cara's Uncle Two-Bit, the non-stop comedian, and Jen was like her mother, Aunt Cathy, tough but smart -and not just street smart, school smart too. Sean was more like both of them.
Jesse was like his father, just a little better at showing his feelings. Katrina was like her father too. Actually, so was Robbie, none of them were too much like their mother.
"So, how was Capella today?" Jesse spoke up first.
"Boring as hell."
"Of course. Why even ask?" He walked down the opposite hallway, having to go to Global History, while Cara was heading for Spanish class. She went back to thinking about her family. Joey, her Uncle Ponyboy and Aunt Angela's oldest and only son, wasn't much like his parents, but like his Uncle Tim and Uncle Curly. He liked fighting, and was tough as hell. Their second child, the first girl, Rachel, is just like Aunt Angela, a total girly-girl, and pretty damn tough. She even looks just like her.
Now, Anika, Uncle Ponyboy and Aunt Angela's youngest, was also one of Cara's favorites. She was four years younger than Cara, but one of her closest friends. Anika looked just like her father, but with hair like Cara's, blonde and straight. She acted just like her father, too. Smart, intellectual, and sometimes kept to herself. Anika was one of the most determined people Cara knew. She had her whole academic career planned out. Valedictorian , full scholarship to the University of Guttengen, one of the oldest colleges in the world, majoring in archeology and anthropology.
Cara walked into Senora Ramirez's Spanish 3 classroom. The blonde sat down in the front seat nearest the door (being seated in alphabetical order), and started a chitchat conversation with Angelina Deanly, (known by all as 'Lina), a girl from Brumly. Brumly was the middle-class town, but they boys tried to be tough hoods like the boys from the East Side. Especially 'Lina's brother, Michael. He was the Brumly boys leader, and unlike most Brumly boys, was about as tough as the East Side boys.
The bell rang again, and Senora Ramirez started up the class. While Senora Ramirez started going through the 'Ellos' forms of 'estar', Cara went back to her family-similarity thinking. Amy Randle, her Uncle Steve and Aunt Evie's oldest, was just like her father, looks and personality. Matthew Randle was like his father in looks and toughness. Especially in toughness. Amy was great with cars, and could hot-wire faster than anyone. Matt was a little clumsy in the car area.
"Miss Curtis!" Senora Ramirez snapped, knocking Cara out of her thoughts with a bump.
"Uh, what?"
"Miss Curtis, will you ever pay attention in class?"
"Nope." she answered, her instinctive sarcasm and rebellious attitude showing.
"Detention, Curtis." Senora Ramirez said, making Cara roll her eyes.
"Already got detention with Jackson."
"Then tomorrow."
"Tomorrow's Saturday."
"Then Monday."
"Sounds like fun." She said, smiling sarcastically.
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"So what are our plans for this weekend?" Amy Randle asked, sitting on the hood of Eric Matthews' '92 Camry, picking at her nail polish. "God knows if I come home drunk one more time my parents are gonna kill me."
"Amy, that's why you have to learn to sneak in. Pick anything; windows, back door, front door. As long as your parents don't see you, you're in for the gold." Cara stated. "I'm a year younger than you, and I even know that."
"That's because you're a bad-ass."
"Yeah, no shit. If that's not stating the obvious."
"Your parents don't care if you come home wasted?" Eric Matthews asked, snatching Amy's drink from her hand, and shortly afterwards cursing it for being diet.
"They would if they knew." Jesse answered for her.
"Any of you guys got a smoke?" Amy asked, taking one from Eric as he offered it. She did, however, produce a light of her own.
"Homecoming's tomorrow." Cara said, leaning back on the hood of the car.
"Who are we playing?" asked Amy.
"Kennedy High." Jesse answered, one of the captains of varsity football.
"That should be a easy win." Cara said, seeing previous games against Kennedy High School.
"Not any more, they've built up a good defense, me and Eric have been watching them practice and they're not as bad as they used to be."
"Come on, when was the last time we lost homecoming? Everyone in school has so much spirit for the blue and gray that we never lose."
"Yeah, well, don't be so sure of yourselves until after the game."
"After we win the game" Cara corrected him.
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Disclaimer: Any and all recognizable names, places, things, incidents and characters do not belong to me.
It was pretty funny actually, cuz I had been writing this story for a month now, and hadn't been on FF.N for a while, and I was planning to open a 'Outsiders' category for this fic. And I come back, and someone beat me too it! Well, anyway if that person's reading this, I read your two poems about dear ol' Dally, and I really liked them!
This is gonna be the first chapter of many, that is, if people like it. I'm giving this a week from today to get at least 15 good reviews before I continue, or if I get one or two great reviews I'll continue.
Coming up (possibly) next: the homecoming game, and the after-party
A) In the movie, they did state that Socs were from the South Side and Greasers from the North, but I follow the book, where it states that Greasers are from the East Side, and Socs the West.
B) I know that 'The Outsiders' was meant to take place in Oklahoma, but, to me, it just didn't seem realistic, so I changed it to New York, which just seems more worthy of the novel.
C) I know that Angela Shepard was a bitch and that people will say she never would end up with Ponyboy, but I, for some reason, liked her. Ya don't like it? Don't read it.
D) Thoughts in **
Well, on with the story.
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Cara Curtis, easily the most desired sophomore of Lincoln High School, was sitting in Mr. Capella's math class, chewing on the cap of her pen. She was sitting nearest the window, causing the wind to blow her blonde hair into her face. Her hand flew to push the hair behind her ear, triggering her pen to drop and draw ink on her olive green bungee pants. She cursed herself under her breath, knowing that stain would probably never come out. She had the same clumsiness as her father, Sodapop Curtis.
Under all aspects she was a whole lot like her father. She had the same light blonde hair, same dark brown eyes. Same structured nose and clear complexion. Everyone always said, upon meeting her and her father, that it was incredible how much similarity there was between them. It was the same with her eldest brother, Sodapop Patrick Curtis Jr. It was even harder to tell the two Sodapop's apart sometimes.
She smiled to herself, thinking of how overprotective that particular brother was of her. She had another brother, and a sister. All three of them are twenty-two, they're triplets. Sodapop Jr. was born first, then her sister Nicole, and then her other brother, Tommy. Tommy and Nicole are much more like Cara's mother, Sandy Curtis.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard the bell bring her back to earth. * There goes second period, onto third. * She thought to herself, grabbing her books and walking out of the classroom. She walked through the halls stopping every so often, to talk to people, smile at some, and wave at others. She met up with one of her two best friends, her cousin, Jesse Curtis. Jesse was her Uncle Darry and Aunt Monica's youngest son. He had a sister, Katrina, who was five years older than him, and a brother, Robbie, who was eleven years older than him. Robbie was already married with a two-year-old little girl, and Katrina was recently engaged. Her other best friend, Eric Matthews, was probably catching a smoke in a random bathroom. Eric and Jesse were only two of the many children of the tight-knit family that she was part of. Eric had a little brother and an older sister. Jen was in her freshman year of college, and Sean was in the sixth grade.
Cara often thought about how much they actually were like they're parents. Cara and her brother, Soda, were just like their father, and Nicole and Tommy were just like her mother. Eric could not be more like his father, Cara's Uncle Two-Bit, the non-stop comedian, and Jen was like her mother, Aunt Cathy, tough but smart -and not just street smart, school smart too. Sean was more like both of them.
Jesse was like his father, just a little better at showing his feelings. Katrina was like her father too. Actually, so was Robbie, none of them were too much like their mother.
"So, how was Capella today?" Jesse spoke up first.
"Boring as hell."
"Of course. Why even ask?" He walked down the opposite hallway, having to go to Global History, while Cara was heading for Spanish class. She went back to thinking about her family. Joey, her Uncle Ponyboy and Aunt Angela's oldest and only son, wasn't much like his parents, but like his Uncle Tim and Uncle Curly. He liked fighting, and was tough as hell. Their second child, the first girl, Rachel, is just like Aunt Angela, a total girly-girl, and pretty damn tough. She even looks just like her.
Now, Anika, Uncle Ponyboy and Aunt Angela's youngest, was also one of Cara's favorites. She was four years younger than Cara, but one of her closest friends. Anika looked just like her father, but with hair like Cara's, blonde and straight. She acted just like her father, too. Smart, intellectual, and sometimes kept to herself. Anika was one of the most determined people Cara knew. She had her whole academic career planned out. Valedictorian , full scholarship to the University of Guttengen, one of the oldest colleges in the world, majoring in archeology and anthropology.
Cara walked into Senora Ramirez's Spanish 3 classroom. The blonde sat down in the front seat nearest the door (being seated in alphabetical order), and started a chitchat conversation with Angelina Deanly, (known by all as 'Lina), a girl from Brumly. Brumly was the middle-class town, but they boys tried to be tough hoods like the boys from the East Side. Especially 'Lina's brother, Michael. He was the Brumly boys leader, and unlike most Brumly boys, was about as tough as the East Side boys.
The bell rang again, and Senora Ramirez started up the class. While Senora Ramirez started going through the 'Ellos' forms of 'estar', Cara went back to her family-similarity thinking. Amy Randle, her Uncle Steve and Aunt Evie's oldest, was just like her father, looks and personality. Matthew Randle was like his father in looks and toughness. Especially in toughness. Amy was great with cars, and could hot-wire faster than anyone. Matt was a little clumsy in the car area.
"Miss Curtis!" Senora Ramirez snapped, knocking Cara out of her thoughts with a bump.
"Uh, what?"
"Miss Curtis, will you ever pay attention in class?"
"Nope." she answered, her instinctive sarcasm and rebellious attitude showing.
"Detention, Curtis." Senora Ramirez said, making Cara roll her eyes.
"Already got detention with Jackson."
"Then tomorrow."
"Tomorrow's Saturday."
"Then Monday."
"Sounds like fun." She said, smiling sarcastically.
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"So what are our plans for this weekend?" Amy Randle asked, sitting on the hood of Eric Matthews' '92 Camry, picking at her nail polish. "God knows if I come home drunk one more time my parents are gonna kill me."
"Amy, that's why you have to learn to sneak in. Pick anything; windows, back door, front door. As long as your parents don't see you, you're in for the gold." Cara stated. "I'm a year younger than you, and I even know that."
"That's because you're a bad-ass."
"Yeah, no shit. If that's not stating the obvious."
"Your parents don't care if you come home wasted?" Eric Matthews asked, snatching Amy's drink from her hand, and shortly afterwards cursing it for being diet.
"They would if they knew." Jesse answered for her.
"Any of you guys got a smoke?" Amy asked, taking one from Eric as he offered it. She did, however, produce a light of her own.
"Homecoming's tomorrow." Cara said, leaning back on the hood of the car.
"Who are we playing?" asked Amy.
"Kennedy High." Jesse answered, one of the captains of varsity football.
"That should be a easy win." Cara said, seeing previous games against Kennedy High School.
"Not any more, they've built up a good defense, me and Eric have been watching them practice and they're not as bad as they used to be."
"Come on, when was the last time we lost homecoming? Everyone in school has so much spirit for the blue and gray that we never lose."
"Yeah, well, don't be so sure of yourselves until after the game."
"After we win the game" Cara corrected him.
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Disclaimer: Any and all recognizable names, places, things, incidents and characters do not belong to me.
It was pretty funny actually, cuz I had been writing this story for a month now, and hadn't been on FF.N for a while, and I was planning to open a 'Outsiders' category for this fic. And I come back, and someone beat me too it! Well, anyway if that person's reading this, I read your two poems about dear ol' Dally, and I really liked them!
This is gonna be the first chapter of many, that is, if people like it. I'm giving this a week from today to get at least 15 good reviews before I continue, or if I get one or two great reviews I'll continue.
Coming up (possibly) next: the homecoming game, and the after-party