A/N: I'm writing this while doing my homework, so it might not be all that good. I somewhat wanted to write a modern story for a really long time now, but never had any inspiration or ideas, until now. Well, enjoy.
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"Congratulations, you're hired."
"Great! When do I start my first shift?"
"Saturday at four. Don't be late!"
My name is Ponyboy Curtis and I'm fourteen years of age. I'm in my sophomore year of high school, which many think it's strange for someone my young age to be in that level. The reason for that is because I skipped ninth grade.
I'm one of the top students in my school and part of the track team. In a way, I don't like track because all my friends leave earlier than I do and I'm left alone with other sport players and detention students. Whenever I'm done, it gets very boring for me until I get home, where there's always endless chaos. But other than that, track is very fun for me; I really like to run. Unfortunately, I also really like smoking cigarettes, and it sometimes slows me down.
As you might have noticed, I had gotten a job. You see, my parents died in a car accident, which caused my oldest brother, Darry, to take care of me and and other brother Sodapop. They don't really know that I was looking for a job, let alone me having one. I'd rather keep it a surprise when they find out an unexpected increase on money. The only people who knows are few of my friends.
I now work at a local, high-class coffee store. Strange job for me in my current, low-class status. I was originally not going to get the job, since the manager can easily see my stand in society, just by looking at the clothes I'm wearing. My ticket to getting it was a copy of my report card and my resume.
I'm glad I took this job, for I doubt none of my brothers would bother to come since everything here is expensive.
I got out of the shop with a helpless grin on my face. Next to the door stood Johnny.
"How did it go?"
"I got it!"
"That's great, Pone! When are you gonna start?"
I sighed, "This Saturday at four. So long for our plans," we almost always hang out in movies or somewhere every weekend, but my new job is going to have to take that away.
"Hey that's okay. I can hang out in the shop while you're working,"
"I guess we'll both be uncomfortable in a crowd of Bob- and Randy-clones together," We both laughed at the joke.
Bob is an acquaintance of ours, who occasionally loves to bother us about his wealth, and Randy is his friend who doesn't really bother us at all. The whole point of the joke was that they're both high-class and we'd have to deal with people who are more than likely similar to them.
We went on home then. It was Tuesday, a school night. I have to get home before any of my brothers does, especially Sodapop; He only works part-time and gets home earlier than Darry most of the time.
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A/N: In the book/movie, we never had a chance to see the other side of Bob Cherry has been talking about. And because the war between Soc/greasers stopped around TWTTIN, why not make them acquaintances in modern times? XP
Eventual slash in future chapters.
