Well today was the day the Curtis family was moving in. I was really excited, they were all really cute. Haha, there is my teenage hormones again. Darry had lost his job and his brothers were going to be put in a boys home since he couldn't support them. My dad heard about it and jumped at the chance to take all three in. He's even going to let Darry go to college. The rest of the gang came with them since they were always around. Anyway, I was a little disappointed because I had practice for the school musical, West Side Story, until 9:00 that night. I came home to a big surprise.
Six amazingly cute guys were all sitting around the coffee table in the living room playing poker. Well four of them were the other two, which looked like the youngest, were watching the T.V.
"Hi, you must be Katie," one of the youngest two said.
"Hi," I replied shaking his hand. Handshakes are always awkward for me, probably because i have such a dirty mind... figure it out.
"That's Steve, Two-Bit, Soda, Darry, and he's Johnny," Ponyboy called all of them in order. They all looked at me kind of freaked out, then I remembered I still had my stage makeup and parts of my costume on.
"Oh, um I don't normally look like this, I was just in a rehearsal and didn't take it off yet," I said waiting for their reactions.
"Oh, I see you met the gang," my dad said as he followed a few steps behind me.
"Yea," I replied.
There was awkward silence until the one called Two-bit started asking if I has any Blond soc friends. The thing is in Williamstown, there is two parts of the town. The richer part is the soc territory and the poorer part is greaser, then middle class was in between. Socs always like to jump greasers, I don't know why; greasers never seem to start anything. I used to be middle class, but ever since my parents won the lottery two months ago, I moved into a neighborhood with my parents that is on the middle class to greaser line.
"No," I replied to Two-bit, "I don't talk to socs." They all looked shocked.
"Why don't you talk to socs?" Soda asked me.
"They're just terrible human beings. They are all so stuck up and snotty. They don't care about anything but themselves. I just hate them."
"Well, so do we," Steve replied.
"Is that so?" I smiled. They all smiled back at me. I excused myself to go make myself look decent and as I was gone I wondered what had happened to Johnny, he had a scar on his left cheek that looked like it had been there for a while. He seemed really shaken up too, I wasn't going to ask any of them since I just met them.
"Katie, dinners ready," I heard my dad call. I haven't been eating lately, I wanted to look skinny and since I could feel myself getting fat every time I looked at food, I just tried to avoid it, I just called back, "I have homework!"
"Come on, the gang is here," my mom replied. When did she get home? "Alright fine." When I went downstairs, they were all alt tour huge table we never use and shouting smart and hilarious remarks to each other. This would be a fun dinner.