So this is my new Outsiders fic. I gave the Curtis's a sister named Kittalayn, Steve a sister named Olivia, and Dally a sister named Brittany. All rights to S.E Hinton, because I don't own the outsiders, only my three girls. Also, the events of the book/movie didn't happen this fic. Paring would be Sodapop/Levee, Dallas/Kittalayn, and Brittany/Ponyboy. Enjoy
Chapter 1: Levee's POV
I'm sitting alone at a bus stop. My brother was supposed to meet me here an hour ago, but he's late. As usual. And, just because I'm always lucky, it was raining. So, I'm sitting in the rain, soaked to my skin, waiting for my late brother. Great way to welcome me back to Tulsa.
Suddenly, a truck stops in front of me. A handsome boy is behind the wheel. He looks to be about seventeen.
"Are you Olivia Randle?" he asks me. "Who are you?" I ask the beautiful boy. "My name is Sodapop. Ol' Steve is my best friend. He got held up at the DX we work at, so he sent me to come and get you." He smiles, and gets out of his car. He takes my suitcase, and puts it in his truck. Then, he takes my hand, and helps me into his truck.
"So, your name is Olivia?" he asks me as we drive down the road. "Levee. Everyone calls me Levee." He smiles. God, he has a gorgeous smile. "Well, Levee, welcome to Tulsa!"
We drive until we get to a house. We've been driving east for some time now. "It's not much, but it's home. I live here with my brothers Ponyboy and Darry, and my sister, Kittalayn. Steve didn't want to have you home alone with your dad. He'll be by soon." I get out of the car, and he grabs my suitcase. He escorts me into his house.
There is a boy sitting on the couch, and a girl right next to him. The boy is reading some book, and the girl looks to be sleeping. The boy is handsome, but Sodapop is cuter.
"Levee, that's Ponyboy, my younger brother. He's fifteen, and that is Kittalayn, she's sixteen." Sodapop said, hauling my bag inside. Ponyboy stands up, and holds his hand out to me.
"Pleasure to meet you." I take his hand. "The pleasure is all mine." I say. The girl waves hello to me, and goes back to her nap.
"Levee, why don't you change out of those wet clothes? Steve'll kill me if he finds out you got pneumonia under my watch." He shows me a room, and closes the door. I rummage through my suitcase, until I find a pair of jean Capri's and a purple blouse. I also let my hair out of the bun it was in. I put on my clothes, and lace up my white Keds.
I leave the room.
When I get back to the main room, Ponyboy is still sitting on the couch reading, but Kittalayn has moved to the lap of another boy who I don't is also two other boys in the room. One looks really old, like eighteen or nineteen and the other one looks younger, and like he gets hit too much.
"You look nice." Sodapop says from behind me. The other boys look up.
"Who's the broad?" The boy that Kittalayn in sitting on says, as she proceeds to smack him. "That's Levee, Dally. She's Steve's little sister" Kittalayn says. "Well, why don't you come on over and sit with us instead of standing there like an idiot." Well he sure seems mean.
I make my way over to the boys, and sit down between the boy named Dally and Ponyboy. I cross my ankles, just like my mother always taught me. Kittalayn laughs, and Dally looks me over. "What are you looking at?" I ask him. "Your accent. Where are you from?" he diverted my question. "Brooklyn." I say. He laughs. "Why in the hell were you in Brooklyn while Steve was in Tulsa?" he questions.
"Divorce. My mom wanted to get away from my dad, and Brooklyn seemed far enough. But, she got sick of me, and shipped me back here." I say.
Suddenly, the door opens, and slams shut. I turn around to see my seventeen year old brother. I jump up, and he lifts me into his arms. I haven't seen him in four years. "Stevie." I whisper. He holds me tighter, not wanting to let go. I just stand there in his arms, not moving.
"I'm sorry I couldn't come and get you, work was so crazy. God, Levee, I missed you so much." He releases me, and I notice tears in his eyes. I wipe them away for him, because I know he wants to look tough in front of his friends. Most wouldn't know it, but my brother is a big softie
"Did you meet everybody?" Steve asks. I shake my head. "Well, I think you've met Sodapop, Kittalayn and Ponyboy. Um, the guy sitting on the couch is Dallas Winston. Now, he's a real hood, so don't get mixed up with him. The guy in the Mickey Mouse shirt is Two-Bit Matthews. He likes to joke around a lot. Don't take him all too seriously. And last is Johnny Cade. He's a real good friend to anybody who needs it. Even makes old Dallas go soft."
"Better watch what you're saying about me going soft, Steve. You might lose a couple of teeth." That's when I realize that he's not joking. "Aw, Dally lighten up, you're scarin' the poor gal." Kittalayn says.
"What is all the racket in there?" Someone calls from the kitchen. "Sorry, Darry, Steve just got back." A man ran out of the kitchen, and took my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Darry. I'm like everyone's dad, so if you need anything, feel free to come and ask." He seems nice. "Don't let him fool you, Olivia. He's really strict, and mean." Ponyboy says. Darry thumps him on the head. "Watch your mouth, little brother." That I recognize as playful teasing.
The rest of the night is pretty uneventful. Steve has me staying with the Curtis's because of my dad being a raging alcoholic. Darry had one extra room because Sodapop and Ponyboy sleep together.
So, I'm sitting on my bed, combing out my hair, when I hear a light knock. My door is open, so I turn my head to see Sodapop
"Hey, is there something you needed?" I ask him. he smiles. "No, nothing really. Just wanted to see how you are." He says
"Well, I'm fine. Thank you for asking." I say. " By the way,how old are you?" he asks. "I'm Fifteen, I'll be sixteen in three months" He smiles once more. "Well, I'm gonna go, so, guess I'll see ya." He leaves.
I put on my pajamas, and climb into bed. Sleep comes easy.
In the morning, I wake up to loud banging, and a blaring television. So this is what it's like living with tons of boys. Interesting.
I get out bed, and open my suitcase. I pull out my red pencil skirt, and a yellow top. I put them on, and brushed out my hair. It's long, blonde, curly and thick. I also put on my black flats.
"Steve, don't worry! I'll take great care of her. Am I doing that bad with Pony, Kitty and Sodapop?" I hear as I walk into the living room. Mickey Mouse is on TV, and Two-Bit is watching it. I hear the shower going, and boys running around everywhere. I wonder if all Saturdays are like this.
"Hey, Levee, you're up. How did you sleep?" Someone says. I turn around to see Sodapop, in only a towel. I feel my face go hot. "Um, I slept great, Sodapop. What about you?" I try to keep my eyes on his eyes, and not his…
"Is something the matter?" Is he really that oblivious, or is he trying to make me feel uncomfortable? "Soda, put some clothes on, and stop harassing my sister. You're scaring her for life!" Steve to the rescue, again. "Aw, come on Steve, you know I'm just messing with her!" He nudges me. "And besides, if she's living in a house full of boys, she should get used to it."
"I don't think I could ever get used to it." I say, blushing. Soda laughs and runs into his room. Thankfully, he closes the door.
I walk the couch. Steve is sitting there too. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, and pulls me closer.
"Don't let Soda bother you. He acts like at all the time." He whispers into my hair. I laugh. "I'll keep that in mind." Ponyboy walks into the room. "Hey guys." He says, sitting down next to Two-Bit. "So, what's the plan for today?"
"Well, Soda and I got to work down at the DX today, which really blows, because I wanted to hang out with you." He stands up, and walks over to Sodapop's room. "Hey, Soda, hurry up, man! We're going to be late!" Soda's door bursts open, with a shirtless Soda. "I'm hurrying! Darry, where did you put my DX shirt?!"
"I ironed it! It's in my closet! Ponyboy, did you eat anything?" Darry comes out of his room , buttoning a shirt up. "No." Ponyboy answers. "Then go eat something, there are eggs and bacon in the kitchen. Please don't eat too much cake. Olivia, you eat too." He pulls on his shoes, and walks out the door. "Pepsi-Cola, Steve let's go! Ponyboy, you watch out for Olivia." Sodapop runs out, shoes in hand, and Steve kisses me on the cheek.
"I'll see you soon. Please be careful going around. Tulsa ain't like Brooklyn." He walks out the door. I sit back down, and pull my knees to my chest. My first day in Tulsa, and I've seen my brother for less than two hours. Not exactly my plan.
"Hey, Levee? I brought you some food. I didn't know if you wanted any cake, so I didn't bring you any. It's in the kitchen if you want any." He sets the food on my lap. "Thanks Ponyboy." I say, digging in. Golly, I sure was hungry.
The door suddenly opens and then slams. Dally and, I think his name was Johnny, walk in. Dally walks right into the kitchen, but Johnny sits down by Ponyboy. Dally comes back with a beer.
"Hey, Pony, what's up?" Johnny asks. " Nothing much. I might go down to the DX later to talk to Soda. Might go see a movie later. Maybe go to the Nightly Double tonight." Pony shoves more food in his mouth.
"What about this pretty little lady?" His voice sends shivers down my spine. How did Dallas get behind me so fast? "I'm fine doing whatever you guys want to." I say, scooting away from Dally. He hops over the couch, and sits down.
"Why don't you come with us to the DX later?" Pony suggests. "Okay." I don't know why, but I think I'm starting to feel attracted to Ponyboy. "Cool, we'll head over in a few hours." He gets off the floor, and grabs my plate from my lap. "Thank you."
At that moment, Kittalayn walks into the room. Her hair is a mess, and she is only in boxer shorts, and a tank top. They're probably one of her brothers.
"Hey, look what the Cat dragged in." Dallas says with a wolf whistle. Kittalayn walks over and sits on his lap. "Stop it with the cat jokes will you? It's too early." She curls up on him. "Aw, Kitty, it's eleven thirty in the afternoon." Ponyboy says, coming back out of the kitchen. "It's still early." She mumbles.
I take this as a cue to leave. I don't think I want to be around Dallas any longer than I have too. I walk to my room, and shut the door
I open my suitcase, and pull out my Brooklyn sweatshirt, and black Capri's. I take off my skirt and shirt, and put them on. No need to look fancy when doing anything, at least, I don't think we're doing anything. I also put my keds on.
Someone knocks on my door. "Levee, are you in there?" It's Kittalayn "Yeah, you can come in, if you want." My door opens. She shuffles in, and flops down on my bed. "Look, don't let Dallas bother you. He has no filter. He just says whatever he wants too. He isn't all that bad, alright."She sits up on my bed. " I guess I'm just not used to rowdy boys. I went to an all girls private school back in Brooklyn. Steve was never really around." She laughs.
"You could say I'm used to it. I grew up with three brothers, two of them being older than me. And then on top of that, I had the gang. You'll get used to it, I promise. For now, just be grateful that I'm here. I may seem tomboyish, but I'm truly a big girly-girl. I just don't get to show it a whole bunch." I laugh, and she laughs with me.
"Listen, why don't we go down to the DX? We can hang out with the boys for a little bit, and you can see Steve," She looks my outfit over. "But, you might wanna change first. It's 102 degrees out there." She leaves my room. I pull back out my yellow button up shirt, and proceed to put it back on. Kittalayn seems like a nice girl. I hope we can be friends.
The DX station isn't far from the Curtis house. Actually, it's rather close. I'm glad Kittalayn told me to change, because it's boiling hot outside
We walk into the station, and see Sodapop behind the counter. He's swarmed with girls, who aren't buying anything. It doesn't seem to bother him though. It starts to bother me though. Why does it bother me.
Sodapop sees me and Kittalayn, and waves us over. We make our way through the sea of girls.
"Hey, you two, what's going on?" he says, ruffling Kitty's hair. She swats him away. "Nothing much, just wanted to see you guys." I look around, and then frown. "Where's Steve?"
"He works on the cars. I usually pump the gas, but our regular cashier is out today. She's useless anyway, and out a whole bunch. She's 'bout to get fired soon, so then we'll have an open position. Hey Kitty, I can talk to the manager about getting you a part time job here. Just until, y'know, you get a scholarship and move away from Tulsa."
"Like that would ever happen, the only things I'm good at are math and English. And about the job, offer it up to Ponyboy. He could use it more than I could." Kitty says. Her and Soda laugh. She suddenly looks at me. "Hey, Levee, let's go and find your brother." She grabs my hand, and we run outside to find Steve working on a red Corvette. His head is under the hood. We walk up to him.
"Hey, Stevie." I say. "Jesus!" He hits his head on the hood. I jump back. "Are you okay?!" I ask, looking under the hood. "Yeah, sweetie, I'm alright. It happens a lot here." He pulls his head out of the car, and hugs me. "I wish you would be more careful. One hit too hard, and you get a concussion." I say, as he pulls away.
"Steve!" A brunette rushes over to us. "Evie, what are you doing here?" He says. "Steve, who's she?" I ask him. "Who am I? I'm his girlfriend, you little slut! I bet he hasn't told you about me while you were fooling around! Where did you meet her, huh Steve? Bucks?" She was fuming mad.
"Evie, what the hell? That's my little sister, Olivia-" I didn't hear the rest because I ran away. Never in my life have I ever been called a slut. Or have I been accused of fooling around with my brother. Most girls at my old school had done it three or four times, even though it was an all girls school, but I was still a virgin.
"Levee, wait up!" I turn around to see Sodapop running behind me. I speed up, not really wanting to be with anybody right now. Apparently, I didn't go fast enough, because he cut me off.
"Hey, I saw what happened through the window. Are you okay?" he wasn't even breathing heavy. "I will not be accused of fooling around with my brother, and I will not be called a slut to my face." There was no point in trying to look tough. The tears are streaming down my face. I'm lucky I didn't wear any makeup. "Levee, Evie makes tons of assumptions. Her and Steve have been on and off for years. She honestly is just dumb." I sit down on the sidewalk. He beside me, and hands me a tissue.
"Please don't cry." He holds his arms out. I barley know this boy, but I lean into him. He wraps his arms around me. We just sit there on the sidewalk, me crying, him rubbing smooth circles in my back. I don't know why, but this boy seems like the only person who cares about me. And I like it.
What do you think? Ya like it? Should I continue? Please Comment and Favorite. Also, do you think I should do a fic about Levee's past?