This is a remake of the other story I started with Alice and Darry called Save Me. I got myself stuck on that one so I descided to scrap it. I'll keep it posted for alittle while but I'll delete it soon. This story will basically follow the same line as that one but I have a better lay out for this one.
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Only age change really is Darry's 18...
Dally's P.O.V.
I laid my head back on the armrest of the Curtis's couch and kicked my feet up on the rest on the other side, closing my eyes trying to sleep since I didn't get much sleep at Buck's last night. It was Saturday morning and we were all at the Curtis's house. Johnny and Ponyboy sat on the other couch in front of the TV watching Mickey Mouse and munching on chocolate cake and chocolate milk. Sodapop and Steve sat on the floor playing cards on the coffee table. Darry sat in the armchair reading the armchair. I was nearly asleep when Two-Bit came barging in through the screen door, like always a goofy grin on his face but today it seemed a little brighter.
"Hey, guys, did you see you're getting a little cute new neighbor across the street?" he asked, plopping down next to Johnny on the couch, stealing a bite of his cake. If it had been me, I would have smacked him in the back of the head for stealing my cake but Johnny was too nice and shy to say anything about it. He had always been like that even before the jumping. I didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing for him. Keeping his mouth shut kept him out of trouble, but not being able to defend himself if got him jumped. I didn't want him to end up like me but I tried to teach him to at least protect himself when he needed to.
Soda snorted. "Cute? He sure as hell aint cute."
"We met him earlier..." Pony mumbled, taking a swig of his milk. "He was mean and rude."
"He?" Two-Bit asked bewildered. "Naw, there aint no guy out there. Only a cute little blond carrying boxes in."
The boys eyes brightened and they all perked up except Darry who kept reading his paper. I grinned thinking I found out what I was going to do today. Fooling around with dark red haired Silvia was starting to get boring now after doing it over and over again. But a blond could be fun. I leaned back and lifted the white weathering curtain to look outside. Two-Bit was right; there was a small petite girl with chopped boy short blond hair standing in the yard. She was wearing a light pink skirt, white tee-shirt and an over sized faded brown leather jacket. Something about that girl and that jacket made me do a double take. They looked so familiar I knew for sure I knew that girl and who that jacket belonged to. I had seen him a couple months ago but I hadn't seen her for years, since she was a little girl.
The boys were gathered around me at the window by now, whistling and making comments about what they would do to her. I just laughed coldly, I knew these boys were good and wouldn't actually do anything bad. They were just all talk, they might say things to this girl but they would never do anything she wouldn't like. I knew she could take them if they actually did do anything. If it were Tim and his boys saying something about this girl I would have already had their lights knocked out. I have promises to keep and I wasn't going to break them.
"Glory, if I wasn't with Kathy..." Two-Bit grinned letting out a low whistle. All the others agreed.
Darry glanced up from his paper and shook his head. "Enough, you lot."
I grinned standing up, pulling on my black leather jacket and pulling out my cigarettes. "Well- I'm going to go introduce myself."
"We'll go to!" Soda called after me as I strode out onto the porch as they scrambled to get their sneakers on.
Darry stood up. "You boys better be polite." he said as if he was everyone's father.
Across the street she had picked up a box and disappeared into the rundown house with chipped white paint. I jumped off the porch and strode across the street. The boys weren't far behind. I leaned against the bent chain linked fence and let out a low long whistle that ended in a sudden high pitch that was the signal for any gang to know another gang was around. It was like that here and it was like that in New York to, she would know what it meant. Not long after did she slowly step into the open doorway of the house, her arms were crossed for her chest tightly as she looked around at all the boys now standing outside her fence. I grinned lighting my cigarette, looking her up and down. Alice Hill hadn't changed much in 6 years, there was still the fear and shyness in her eyes but she tried to seem tuff as she glared around at us.
Alice's P.O.V.
When I heard that whistle I froze and my heart started pounding painfully in my chest. I was all the way in Oklahoma, I was in the city but it was still the middle of nowhere compared to New York. Did they even have gangs all the way out here in the country? Slowly I set the box of china on the kitchen counter and patted the pocket of my older brother Seth's brown leather jacket making sure my switchblade was still in there. Then I walked into the doorway of the house tensed up waiting to get jumped. I really wished Seth was still here with me, he would have protected me from anything but he left me alone with my father months ago without any explanation. He had just woke me up one night and said he had to leave and I couldn't follow him. The next day he completely disappeared with no trace. Not even the guys in the gang knew where he went. Since I didn't have Seth here to meet whoever was waiting for me outside, I hated to say I actually wished my father was still here then he would have chased whoever was out there away. But he left about an hour ago for a bar, leaving me to put away the few boxes that carried what little we had. All the big furniture like the couch or his bed had already been put into place inside.
Outside standing on the other side of the chain link fence were 7 greaser boys. The one leaning against the fence, wearing a black leather jacket, smoking a cigarette, his face like a lynx, something about his mean looking face and stance made me feel like I was looking at someone I used to know. But it was impossible. I only knew the gang in New York. I was in the country now these boys looked more like cowboys then greasers or hoods and I had never met a cowboy before in my life. In the back the oldest looking boy had a strong build, short brown hair and amazing blue gray eyes. In front of him the second oldest one had a comical grin on his face, wearing a Mickey Mouse t-shirt. One was gouges like a movie star. The other next to him looked a little plan. Besides them were two younger boys, one with reddish brown hair and the other with jet black hair and who looked like a lost hurt puppy. I stepped out onto the porch and walked to the steps, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the beam, trying to seem cool and tuff.
"Can I help you?" I asked slowly, looking around at them.
"Not really," the movie star said stepping up to the fence. "We're here to welcome you to the neighborhood. Me and my brothers live over there, across the street." He pointed at the house then pointed to himself. "I'm Sodapop Curtis. This is my older brother Darry," He pointed to the strong one in the back. "And my little brother Ponyboy." He pointed to the reddish brown boy.
"Nice to meet you," I said slowly, smiling a little, then added, "Nice names."
"Thanks," He and Ponyboy said smiling hugely. The older brother, Darry, didn't talk; he just stood there with his arms crossed. "And this is the rest of our gang Two-Bit," Sodapop continued pointing to the second oldest boy in the bunch, the one with the Mickey Mouse tee. "Steve-" the boy around Soda's age, who had complicated curls and swirls in his hair. "Johnny-" the puppy dog. "And-"
The guy leaning against my fence cut Sodapop off before he could say his name. "I'm hurt you don't recognize me, Alice," he said in a sarcastic upset voice. Then he grinned roguishly at me and it sent memories flashing into my mind. He was about 10 almost 11 when he left New York and he was one of the wildest boys in our gang.
I stared at him in complete shock. "D-D-Dally? Dallas Winston?" He kept the smug grin on his face and I knew I was right. "Dally!" I shirked, nearly screamed, unable to control myself I dropped my tough act and jumped down the porch steps and ran across the yard. Dallas Winston wasn't a compassionate guy and wouldn't hug anybody no matter who they were. But I was so happy to see a familiar face I didn't care. I swung open the gate and threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his chest. A bit surprised he chuckled once and laid a hand on the back of my short blond hair, keeping me there for a minute before musing my hair roughly and pushing me back.
"Enough of that, grease girl," he grumbled. When I looked up at him a superior grin was on his face as he looked down at me. "Well, well, well, look what we got here. A New York greaser girl. I'm still hurt you didn't remember me, girl."
"You got arrested!" I squeaked confused about how he got here after 6 years. By his slight country ancient I guessed he must have been here for awhile. Our old gang in New York was huge, made up of around 40 people and it was so dangerous, like a war zone that we lost and gained people every day. The ages in our gang ranged from 30-7. With such a range of ages the older gang leaders split the younger members into age groups and gave every age group different tasks. Like the age group of 7 year olds- 10 year olds, they did less dangerous jobs like being lookouts. Then the 11 year olds- 14 year olds started getting more violent and had more privileges, they got to start stealing and beating people up. Once you turned 15 you were a full out hood, running with the oldest gang members. Dally was making his transition into the 11-15 year old group when he was arrested, performing the test that saw if you were fit for that group or not. Seth was the leader of that bunch and Dally was going to be his second in command but he got arrested. We had heard he got out but when we went by his house to look for him, the place was empty. No one knew where they had gone.
He snorted a laugh and nodded. "Yeah, I did. Once my old man bailed me out, he picked us up and left. I've been out here ever since."
"But you never told anyone? You never called?"
He shook his head. "Didn't see the point. I knew I wasn't goin' back and I knew Seth had to choose a second hand man soon so I stayed out of it and let Donny have it.
I flinched at those names but recovered myself quickly so no one noticed. It hurt to think about Seth but hearing his name out loud hurt even more. And before I left Donny had been my boyfriend of 3 years. I hated the relationship and Donny just had fun showing me off and talking a bunch of bull. All of it over exaggerated. We had done it once but I wasn't wild and crazy enough for him so he made stuff up to impress the other boys. I was only in the relationship because I was shy and he had asked me. Seth thought it was a good match since I was the little sister of a gang leader and Donny was second in command. I tried to get to know Donny and make the relationship better but it was hard to get through to him. He didn't care about anything. If someone called him an idiot, he would just laugh and agree with them. He only cared about getting into trouble. The one night we did it, I thought I had finally got through to him and he would always be as gentle and caring like he had been then. But the next day he was back to being a cold, emotionless hood. He was in jail when I left and I knew he wouldn't notice I was gone when he got out.
"You two know each other?" the boy in the Mickey Mouse shirt asked suddenly and I remembered they were there too, watching us.
"Yeah, I've known this grease girl since she was a kid tagen' along with her big brother and trying to be apart of the gang," He grinned back at them and reached out to muse my hair.
I bit my lip as I glared at him quickly, running my fingers though my hair trying to put it all back in place. I felt my cheeks get warm and I hoped they weren't bright pink. The boys laughed but the big one in the back didn't, he just looked at Dally then glanced at me. My heart fluttered nervously, when I saw his blue grey eyes. They were hard and frozen but something about them made my heart skip a beat. He was very handsome; if I had seen him on the street I would have just thought he was a Soc. Most the guys I ever saw were mean ugly hoods, with knocked out teeth or black eyes. I remembered Donny; he was probably one of the more handsome hoods I've been around. He was always in and out of jail so his hair was always a short army crew cut, he had budging muscles from always beating someone up but he was still tall and lanky. His eyes were so dark they were nearly black. They were hard eyes like this guy's but you could almost see through the hardness of this guy to see a real person. I'm not sure if you could ever see a real person in Donny, just a black hole.
"Did you move there with your dad and brother?" Sodapop asked conversationally. "I think we met your dad earlier…" he trailed off and looked like he was trying to find the right words to finish his sentence. I was inside unpacking when I heard them try to welcome my dad into the neighborhood. But of course he hadn't been pleasant in the least.
"He's a delight, isn't he?" I said sarcastically to make him feel better. Then quickly I lied. "I'm sorry about that he was just stressed about the whole move. This is nothing like New York."
Dally shot me a skeptical glance. He knew I was lying, he knew how my dad really was.
"Did old Seth stay back in New York with the gang?" Dally asked to change the subject.
I winced and bit my upper lip when I heard his name again. "No…He left a couple months before us…I…don't know where he is…"
Something in Dally's next expression made me feel weird. He gave a tiny sort of smile. I didn't understand it. Seth used to be Dally's bestfriend; he should be worried like I was about his safety. I knew Dally to be cold sometimes but not about serious situations like this. Quickly he wiped that grin from his face and said. "I'm sure he's fine wherever he is."
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant by that but before I could there was suddenly a loud "VROOOOMMMM" from down the street. My breath caught and I exchanged a glance with Dally. He nodded knowing who it was.
"Hey, guys, we need to go an' let Alice here finish up unpacking." He said.
"We could help-"Two-Bit started but I shook my head.
"No, I'm almost done. But that's anyway." I smiled softly.
Slowly the boys nodded and turned slightly. "Wait!" Soda said turning back. "Alice, we're going to be playing football in our lot later. You can come if you want?"
I smiled again, nodding. "Sure."
"Alright. We'll swing by and pick you up later on tonight. See you!" he called as he and Steve took off running across the street doing flying flips.
"See ya, kid." Dally said, flipping the collar of his leather jacket up as he strode across the field.
"Nice to meet you, Alice," Darry said politely, speaking for the first time. His deep voice made the butterflies in my stomach flutter.
"Nice to meet you too, Darry."
He gave me a small smile and the rest of them turned to leave. I watched them go for a moment the quickly scurried back inside to unpack before my old man belted me.
This chapters alittle short. I have the second chapter all written down on my notebook but I still have to type it into the computer. But my laptops broken so I have to use my dad's computer but he needs it for work too. I have half of the chapter typed in I'll type the rest in as soon as I can and get it up.
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