So, guys, this is my very first fanfiction, so be nice. I've been writing for several years but I've never written about the Outsiders, so this is definitely new material for me. Hope you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders. All rights belong to S.E. Hinton.
Summary: What were Cherry's thoughts during the book? How did she feel about everything that happened? This starts before the book, right when Johnny gets jumped.
Cherry's POV:
He loves me, he loves me not. That's how I feel when it comes to Bob. One minute he could be sweet, and the next I feel like he doesn't care how I feel at all. I tell him not to drink, that I don't want him drunk when he's around me, but he doesn't seem to care. I wonder if he realizes how much it hurts me. Honestly, sometimes I think he cares about no one but himself. I don't know what it is about him that I just can't seem to stop caring about him. I don't see me ever breaking up with him, at least no where in the near future, and I can't stay mad at him for longer than a day.
In fact, he's coming over tonight, and he better be sober or he's leaving. If he even shows up, that is. He was already twenty minutes late. I swear, sometimes I think he looks for things to fight about. It doesn't really give me confidence in our relationship. When I heard the doorbell ringing, I almost didn't answer it, but like I said, I can't stay away from him. I opened the door to see Bob standing there, smiling his devilish smile. The first thing I noticed besides that smile, was the blood on his clothes.
"Bob, what happened to you?" I cried out, as he came through the door. His smile never vanished.
"Come on. Don't worry, baby. It's not my blood." he said. Well, at least he wasn't drunk, but what the hell did he mean by it wasn't his blood? Who's blood was it? He laughed at me. I was becoming angry. How dare he laugh at me like I was a child!
"Oh, Cherry, you need to relax. It was a blast jumping that little greaser. I've never seen anybody so scared." he said. He laughed again, and it reminded me of an evil villian's laugh.
"Oh my god, Bob! Why do you do that all the time? It's awful!" I said, raising my voice.
"It was only a greaser. He was maybe fourteen, and he was scared out of his mind. We got that piece of trash good, left him lying in an old lot, unconscious. It was by far the best jumping we've ever pulled off." He bragged. I stared him down. I could not believe he got pleasure out of this kind of thing.
"Get out!" I said, curtly. I couldn't even stand to look at him right then.
"Are you serious?" he asked, his smile finally vanishing.
"Yes, get out now!" I screamed.
"Fine, but I don't see why you care so much about those greasers." he said, loudly, as he stormed out my front door and slammed it behind him.
I put my face in my hands. I hoped that kid was okay. Maybe I was a soc, and maybe he was a greaser, but I didn't see why it mattered so much to everyone. In the end, we're all just people who want the same things, to love and to be loved. Bob's different, but at the same time he's just like everybody else. He's different because he's a leader, but he's the same because all he cares about is who has money, and who doesn't. I'm sick of everybody being so shallow. I just want somebody who's not hiding behind the booze and the money. Somebody who doesn't act like they've got it all together, when it reality they don't. Somebody who's real!
So what do you think. Like it? Hate it? Give me your feedback. I would really appreciate it. Review! Do it for Johnny! :)