Author's note: I just finished watching The Outsiders The Complete Novel. It's really really good. The movie was good before, but with the added scenes and soundtrack, it's even better. Anyway, this is a story that I came up with after watching some of the teens at my church where I'm a youth leader. I know I'll get mixed reactions, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders. But, Chris is my character.
I used to think that socs had it all. After all, they lived in the nice homes in the nice neighborhoods and drove the nice cars, wearing the nice clothes. If you knew someone who had the money to buy all this great stuff, wouldn't you think they had it all? And socs do seem to have it all. That's if money can really buy it all.
I also used to think that greasers had nothing. I mean, we're the poor ones on the wrong side of town. We don't have a lot of money or fancy stuff. Some of us are lucky enough to just get by. Oh, sure we have our friends who stick by us. But even the socs have friends. But it doesn't change things. Greasers have nothing and socs have it all. At least that's what I used to think.
Anyway, my name is Chris. I'm fifteen and have blue eyes that look like the sky on a clear summer day. My hair is dark brown and sort of long. Like my friends, I usually put grease in my hair, but I don't slick it back. I hate how my hair looks slicked back. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm a greaser. So are my friends.
We were all gathered in the Curtis home. Our usual place to just crash if nothing else was going on. It's probably the nicest house in the neighborhood. Not because they have a lot of money, they don't. But because Darry, Soda and Ponyboy keep it clean and as nice as they can. See, they have to be careful because their parents passed and the state only lets them stay together as long as they behave. Plus, their parents were always inviting us over for dinner and stuff. So, I guess it's only natural for them to do as their parents did. And Darry never locks the front door. That way any of us can just enter no matter what time of day or night it is.
Steve and Soda were wrestling on the living room floor while Ponyboy and I tried to do our homework. Which isn't easy when you have to keep moving around so you won't get caught in the middle of the other two wrestling. Two-Bit was watching a cartoon on the television and complaining because it didn't have Mickey Mouse in it. Darry just stayed in the kitchen cooking dinner for all of us.
I try not to eat at the Curtis home too much. Darry works hard enough to keep Soda and Pony fed, I don't want him to think I expect him to feed me too. Which is how I would feel if Two-Bit and Steve came over for dinner every night. I told Darry this once and he just nodded. He's used to having them over for dinner all the time.
"Hey guys, dinner's ready." Darry called from the kitchen. Which was followed by Two-Bit whooping and running for the kitchen.
I looked at Ponyboy who just shook his head and grinned. He stood up and headed for the kitchen himself. I followed and helped myself to the meat loaf and mashed potatoes that Darry had prepared. I was careful not to take too much. Which Soda noticed as always.
"Hey Chris, take more. You know Darry always makes plenty for us." Soda told me with his contagious grin.
I grinned back at him. "I know. I promise if I'm still hungry later, I'll eat more."
Soda nodded his approval and filled his own plate. He even sat next to me at the table. It was like having dinner with your own family. Maybe because we are like family.
Author's note: This chapter is short. But it'll be a good story. I know I don't have to ask you to read and review.