First story so please no hate :) I will gladly take constructive criticism or advice!
I don't own The Outsiders.
Let's be honest, everyone is addicted to something in some way, shape, or form. For Darry, its raising Soda and I for our parent's sake. For Two-bit, its beer. For Steve, its cars. For Johnny, probably Dallas and vice versa with Dallas. For Soda, it's his ability to attract girls? Or maybe it's horses. Honestly, Soda is so high on the life he's got he's probably addicted to everything. For me, however, that's a different story.
I only first started thinking about this topic in school last week when my teacher had us write a two page in my class paper on something we didn't think we could live without. Naturally, I wrote about books. I later realized that it was not the tuffest topic to write about because our papers were read to the class and everyone else wrote about weed, beer, drag races, and other topics of the same liking. If you weren't able to tell yet, this class is mainly a bunch of hoods. So yeah, I got some weird looks. And to make matters worse, Two-bit was in that class. Don't ask me how an eighteen-year-old ends up in a freshmen class, I have no idea. Either way, I was sure to hear some dry jokes about it was he came over later tonight. But what's new.
However, it got me thinking, everyone has something in their life that they can't live without. Something they're addicted to. It made sense to say I was addicted to books because that's basically my life and in my opinion, not necessarily a bad thing to be addicted to. It did make me worry about the gang though. My hobby of reading was going to get me somewhere. But where was Two-bits drinking going to get him? I could see how Steve could get somewhere with his ability and way with cars but he had no motivation to get into the world. Dallas will probably end up dead or with a life sentence and I don't even know how much more of life that Johnny can handle. We all get the bad breaks. But then again, it's all we've ever known.
But now I was back in the safety of my home and away from the humiliation of school and what had happened in class. I heard the door open and I assumed it was Soda or Darry coming home from work.
"Heyyyy PONYBOY!"
Well, I definitely jinxed myself, I thought, as I head Two-bits voice echo through the house. I got up to go find him before he tore down the house looking for me. I was just rounding the corner when I heard a giant "thud" from the floor. I picked up my pace, wondering who decided to kerplunk himself onto the floor. As I suspected, it was Two-bit, looking up at me with a stupid grin.
"I have fallen," he began "and I can't get up."
I rolled my eyes saying "Yeah that's very original, congratulations. Only a million other people in this universe have ever used that line."
"Oh come on, give me a break." He winded.
Looking at him I couldn't help but wonder how an eighteen-year-old could act so much like a two-year-old. Beyond me.
"Hey Two-bit," I began "would you say you're addicted to anything?"
"Nope!" He said joyfully. "Just beer, blonds, Micky Mouse, smoking, this d-"
He went on and on and I stopped listening. This guy really has a problem, I thought. He'll be lucky if he makes it into his thirties.
"You know kid," he stated, snapping me back into reality "with your reading addiction, you'll be lucky if you even made it into your thirties.
:)