Ok, ok, I know I know, you're probably thinking what I am thinking at the moment, "Is Jennica gonna be able to write a story without getting writers block?" well, this time, the answer is yes! Me and another person, Forgotten-Lullaby, were talking about this earlier. The thing was, who is the Curtis's grandfather? And for a while, I noticed that when Ponyboy has blonde hair, he kind of looks like Spot Conlon from Newies, so BAM! In comes the idea that Spot was their grandfather. So, to get rid of my rambling, here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, or Outsiders, but I do own most of the random OC's that will appear in this story
Ponyboy walked along the side of the road, going home from the latest movie he had seen. It was a comedy, funny one at that, but he couldn't help but wonder what was going on today. Darry had been talking on the phone to someone, and apparently it was a relative that he didn't know. Their mother's father, or something. He couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, he'd never met this grandfather, and wondered what he'd be like. Maybe he'd be one of those rich old people, or one of those happy, cheerful grandfathers who always had a cheerful story to tell.
What Ponyboy wasn't expecting was walking into his house and seeing a cold looking old man. Blinking in surprise, he looked over at Darry, "Ponyboy, this is your grandfather." The man looked him up and down, as if sizing him up for something. The old man grunted.
"Don't call me grandfather or grandpa or gramps or any of that bulls**t," he replied, surprising Darry and Ponyboy by the straight forwardness, "Call me Spot. That name's gotten me so much notoriety that when someone calls me name da bulls look 'round in fear." Spot smirked a cocky smirk, his eyes twinkling a little, "Oh, and be glad your grandmother aint here boy," he said, walking over to Ponyboy, pointing the top of his cane at him, "Otherwise she'd take a knife and cut your hair. Trust me, as soon as your uncles moved out they never got a haircut until it came to going to your mother's funeral."
Darry nodded his head, understanding that their grandfather, Spot, was not a man to be reckoned with. His eyes looked at Spot, noting similarities in himself and his brothers to this man, their grandfather. He didn't look considerably old, probably in his seventies. Wearing a light green shirt with brown pants, red suspenders and a grey newsie cap he looked tough enough to not be reckoned with. He just hoped Dally wouldn't screw it up.
Meanwhile Ponyboy couldn't help but stare at his grandfather. There were parts of the old, timid man that reminded him of his mother, the way he smirked, and how their grandfather's eyebrows knitted together when he noticed Ponyboy staring at him, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Nodding his head, he looked over at Darry, wondering what to do about their new found grandfather. But, before he could ask, Sodapop came in, grinning goofily, not even noticing Spot.
Sodapop was about to tell them what had happened at the DX, but before he could say anything, he felt an icy look burning into the back of his head. Turning around, he almost jumped in fright at the icy cold eyes that looked into his. Running a hand through his hair, he chuckled nervously and looked at Darry, "Hey Darry, who the heck is this guy?"
"Sodapop, meet your grandfather. Spot, meet your grandson Sodapop," Darry replied, watching how the old man looked Sodapop up and down, then nodding.
Spot stared at Sodapop, eyeing him up and down before stating, "Who the hell named your brothers Sodapop and Ponyboy. I swear it's like yer tryin' ta mock a former newsie." Sodapop blinked, surprised at how their grandfather as nothing like their mother. Hell he didn't even know what a newsie was. Before he could even think he just had to ask the question.
"What the hell is a newsie, some guy who works with a news broadcaster?" The look on Spot's face made him step back in fear. This wasn't one of Dally's glares, this was a full on, I'm gonna kill you and have no regrets glare.
"A STUPID NEWS BROADCASTER! THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK IT IS!" Spot roared, "DO THEY TEACH YOU NOTHIN' IN SCHOOL!?!? DID YOU NOT LEARN ABOUT THE NEWSBOYS STRIKE OF 1899!??! THE STRIKE THAT GOT RID OF CHILD LABOR?!!? WHAT ARE YA OFF YOUR TROLLEY?" Sodapop, Darry and Ponyboy shook their heads no. The old man sighed, a look of what seemed like sadness came onto his face, he slumped down in a chair, sighing, "The one t'ing that brought pride to many, not even mentioned in a textbook."
"Grand- I mean, Spot," Ponyboy said, finally speaking up, "Maybe, you could tell us?"
He smirked, still looking at his lap, "I could try."