Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders...only my OCs.
Hey! New story time, this one is about Sabrina and Rox, the two greaser girls that have crushes on two of the gang. In this story the looks are what they look like in the book and no one will die, I promise. This will not follow the plot of The Outsiders but will go its own way. This story is rated for cussing, child abuse, fighting, and all the other things that could possibly happen to the gang. This might be changed to M for later chapters.
Also I am aware that they have odd names and that girls didn't fight in rumbles or belong in gangs or anything like that back in the 60's. Yet, in my story Rox and Sabrina are two exceptions.
I also want to openly thank DALLYsaysSHUTtheHELLup for helping me with some problems I had with the first chapter I originally put up. Thanks again.
One last thing, my Guardian Angel story may be over but I am thinking about doing a sequel. I just need to write about something else at the moment thanks for understanding.
"Sabrina! Rox is here!" my brother, Ponyboy, yelled from the living room. I was in the kitchen at the moment finishing my sandwich and milk.
"Hold on a sec," I said as I gulped the rest of my milk and shoved the remaining bite of my sandwich in my mouth. When I finished I walked into the living room and saw my best friend, Rox, sitting on the couch next to Pony.
"Hey," Rox said, not even glancing up at me. Her real name was actually Rose Rox Winston, but everyone called her by her middle name. She told me and the gang she was named after her great grandma that lived in the 1800s. Her hair was up in its normal ponytail under her worn black baseball cap and on her feet were her infamous black cowboy boots. Those boots were probably more infamous than her older brother, Dallas's, fists. The reason behind that was the fact that Rox didn't like guys hitting on her just to get in her pants. She'd give them a warning and then if they didn't listen, she'd kick them in the groin. It was hilarious to watch. Like me Rox was sporting a plain t-shirt, mine grey and her's black, blue jeans, and sneakers.
"Hey, whatcha been up to?" I asked her, taking a seat on the couch next to her. The house was unnaturally quiet with Darry, Soda, and Steve at work, Dally and Two-Bit who knows where, and Johnny at his house for the moment.
"Nothin' much. Just tryin' to ignore those sluts that basically live at Buck's," she replied. You may have noticed her and me weren't normal girls. We were actually part of a gang and we never EVER wore dresses or skirts. We thought it was stupid. I mean really, why do girls have to either act like whores or princesses to get noticed? It just didn't make sense to us. That and growing up around boys didn't help either.
"What did they say this time?" I prodded.
"Asked if I've screwed every guy in our gang yet." She rolled her eyes, "Just because I hang out with seven guys they think I must be fucking them all. One of them's my brother for God's sake!"
"Ok, I really didn't need to hear that." Ponyboy stated suddenly, blushing bright red. Rox laughed.
"Boy, you gotta learn that people are like that. Especially those broads that get laid every other night," she told him, but he just blushed deeper. We hung out for a few hours until Soda, Darry, and Steve got off work. By that time Two-Bit and Dally had joined us and we were just waiting on Johnny to come so we could go play a game of football.
"That sure is a nice hat, Soda; does it take gas or diesel?" Two-Bit joked about the ten gallon cowboy hat Soda had found in the lot on the way back from work. I glanced at Two-Bit for about the hundredth time since he'd been here. Rox looked over at me and gave me a knowing smile. She knew all too well that I had a major crush on Two-Bit. He's such a doll with those sideburns and that happy, gaping smile. Yet, she would never tell because if she did I could easily tell Johnny about her crush on him. Speaking of Johnny, it was getting sorta late. Where is he?
"Hey does anyone know where Johnnycake is?" Dallas asked suddenly, speaking my thoughts.
"Beats me, I haven't been out of the house all day," I said looking at the others.
"Soda and me were at work," Steve said. Just so you know I never liked Steve, more of a deep burning hatred. Mostly because he was a jerk to Pony and to me, he didn't mess with Rox though. I'm guessing it's because when he first met her she kicked him. Soda told me that he never thought his best friend would walk correctly again.
"Same here," said Darry.
"I was with Sabrina all day," Ponyboy answered.
"I didn't see him," Two-Bit said a bit too loudly.
"I saw him earlier near the lot," Rox stated, "He said he was going to go home while his parents weren't there and get himself a nap in an actual bed. He might be still sleeping."
"When was that?" Dally asked.
"Before I came here, probably around one-ish?" she said.
"It's almost seven thirty; he's been 'sleeping' for six and a half hours?" Darry asked.
"Look, I'm trying to stay at least a bit positive; would you rather think the worst?" Rox demanded. Everyone was silent for a moment, none of us wanted to think about that but we knew that was what was most likely happening. Then we heard a rough yell, too nasally and loud to be Johnny's but that didn't mean we didn't know who's it was.
"Shit," Dallas muttered as everyone got up at once. Rox went to the kitchen, and after a few bangs, came out with the first aid kit. She set it on the couch before muttering some words that sounded like curses and heading out the door. We all followed quickly and silently, we all knew what was going on even if we didn't like it. We walked hurriedly to Johnny's place and as soon as we could see the porch Rox let out a gasp. Johnny was lying on the steps, not moving at all, as his dad took a two-by-four and whacked him again in the stomach. No one said a word other than the few curses uttered by Dally and Rox. After a few minutes Johnny's dad must've got bored so he stopped and kicked Johnny down the rest of the stairs. Johnny came to rest on the sidewalk leading up to his house on his side; we could now see his face clearly.
"Oh no…Johnny…" Rox murmured. His face was already bruising, blood was running down it from a couple gashes under his hair, and his upper lip was busted. His eyes were closed tight as if waiting for another blow; he must've not seen us before. After we made sure his dad was safely in the house, we ran up to him. He involuntarily flinched when I picked his head up.
"It's ok Johnny, it's us." I assured him softly. Rox was checking him over, assessing the damage so she'd know exactly what to do once we got back to the Curtis'. The gang was standing around us waiting on the assessment from Rox so they could help move him. He didn't speak back to me, although I don't think he was unconscious, just beat up badly. Suddenly he groaned and flinched, and Rox hissed under her breath. She only did that when she was either in pain herself or, in this case, when she was very mad about something. I looked at what she was looking at and I gasped when I saw Johnny's leg. In it was a butcher's knife.