Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders or any of the gang, but I do own Alice and Kenji (figuratively... I don't have an Akita =[ But I want one!) Oh. And I don't own the song "All the Girls Love Alice", by Elton John.
A/N: SO. I kept hearing about these fics where a girl comes along and becomes one of the gang, then falls in love with a greaser. And I thought, hmmmm... what if a lesbian came along? And then this lesbian wouldn't get out of my head and I just had to write it. It won't follow the song; I just got the name from that and decided I'd use it. She maybe a bit stereotypical, but please don't take offense. I'm bisexual and I have absolutely NOTHING against ANY kind of love. I'm not trying to reinforce stereotypes here, I just... that's how I wanted to write her.
Not sure if I'll continue this yet. Depends on if anyone likes it. And, oh, the wolf thing. I don't know. I thought it was funny, but it may just be me. So please, review and tell me what you think and if you'd like to see more of this story.
Four boys sat on a porch, smoking cigarettes and watching the movers across the street. They weren't from a nice neighborhood, and they knew that anyone moving there hadn't chosen the place for the location or the neighbors- they chose it because they had no place better.
The back of the moving truck was open, and it was about halfway empty. Now the two big, burly movers had taken a couch and lifted it up, one at each end. As they unloaded it from the truck and started carrying it to the front door, the darker-haired mover's hands suddenly slipped, and he jumped back quickly as the couch hit the ground. The other wasn't so lucky- startled by the extra weight, he dropped it on his toes and began screaming and shouting cuss words at his partner. The boys watching from across the street howled with laughter.
"Professional movers, huh?" Steve choked out. "Real smooth!"
Two-Bit took it up a notch. He stood up and walked to the middle of the Curtis yard, and then began jumping up and down and mimicking everything the pained mover said. Eventually the man started swearing at Two-Bit instead of his co-worker. The boy just yelled louder, more colourful words back.
By the time it had finally calmed down, the movers were carrying the couch (more carefully this time) and the boys were lying on the porch, breathless from laughing.
Ponyboy, the youngest at fifteen, sat up on his elbows and propped his chin in his hands. "Soda, when do you think they're gonna get here?"
His older brother shrugged. "I dunno, little buddy. You'd think they'd wanna be here now, making sure those movers don't bust up all their stuff." This brought a new wave of mirth from all of the greasers.
"What are you all giggling about out here?" Darry stuck his head out the door. The boys just shook their heads, unable to answer.
The next day, a plain, boring brown station wagon pulled into the driveway of the house across the street. Ponyboy and Soda watched from the window as a dark-haired woman slid out of the front seat. Then they grinned, seeing a teenage boy climb out of the back with a big grey dog. The boy had longish brown hair almost to his shoulders that curled in slightly. The Curtis brothers couldn't see his face, but they were more interested in the dog anyway, at least for the moment.
Pony gasped. "Soda, is that a wolf?"
"Um," said Soda, a little bit unsure himself, "I don't think so… Darry!"
Darry came up to the window behind them. "Oh, the neighbors are here," he remarked.
"Mmm-hmmm," replied Soda distractedly. "What kind of dog is that?"
The oldest boy frowned. "I have no idea. Looks like a wolf." The younger boys grinned at each other.
Suddenly a screen door slammed. "Hey, guys, did you notice"—Two-Bit stopped mid-sentence when he saw the brothers gathered by the window. "Oh. Guess you did."
"How old do you think?" wondered Sodapop out loud. By now the boy had gone inside with his dog, and the lights in the house were on.
"Fifteen? Fourteen?" guessed Two-Bit. "He looked kinda shrimpy."
"You see his face?" asked Darry curiously.
Two-Bit shook his head. "Saw his dog, though. That thing was huge; it looked like a wolf!" The others rolled their eyes and then jumped and screamed when Steve's head popped up in front of their window. Soda's friend was yelling and waving his arms, and they hadn't seen him sneak up.
Steve was laughing as he ran around to the door and entered the house. "Hey, your neighbor's here."
"We know," sighed the others, hearts still pounding from his sudden attack.
"He's puny," added Steve. "It's a wonder that dog don't knock him over. You know what that dog looks like?"
"A wolf!" chorused the four other boys, laughing as Steve wondered what was so funny.
The new neighbor, holding the dog on a leash, stepped outside. Immediately, five greasers ran out of the house across the street.
Ponyboy got there first with Soda right behind him. "Hey," the younger boy called as he stopped and his brother almost crashed into him.
The neighbor looked up from where he had been kicking the ground with a Converse-clad foot. Soda gasped. His face was too soft… but it couldn't be…
"Hey," the new kid replied. His voice was awfully high for a teenage boy's, and he looked a little younger from the front. Steve's eyes widened. Darry couldn't believe it. Two-Bit started laughing. Jesus Christ, he thought. That's not…
Pony, however, was still oblivious. "That's a pretty big dog you've got there," he rambled on. "Did you know it looks like a wolf? What kind is it?"
The neighbor glanced over Pony's shoulder at the nearly hysterical Two-Bit. He rolled his eyes. "An Akita," he said wearily, turning back to Ponyboy. "His name is Kenji," he added in that same too-high voice.
"I'm Ponyboy." He pointed out his friends in order. "This is my brother, Sodapop"—Soda was trying to be nice, but his shock showed in his face- "and my other brother, Darry"—Darry was still staring with wide eyes—"and our friends, Two-Bit and Steve." The last two were leaning on each other, choking with laughter. "Shut up!" Pony finally yelled at them. For a minute they were silent.
Yep, thought the new kid. It sure is gonna be loads better here, mom. I'm gonna fit in with these jerks just fine.
Then, with cold eyes, he turned back to Pony. "Nice to meet you," he said sarcastically. "I'm Alice."
Ponyboy gasped as the others burst out laughing again, even Soda and Darry. So that was why…. It explained the soft feminine features, the big brown eyes, the voice. Holy shit, thought Pony. He's a she!
"Um," he stammered. "Well, nice to meet you too, Alice. We, uh, we gotta go now."
And five greasers took off running into the shelter of the Curtis home, where they would laugh for a good half hour.
Alice sat down on the front steps. Just great, she thought. Kenji came up and nudged her as she sighed heavily. Don't listen to them, Alice, he seemed to say. They're just jerks.
She knew they were jerks, but that didn't help. "I wish I was home," she muttered, stroking her dog's fur and thinking of Missouri. Where people knew who she was and, for the most part, didn't care. Sure, there had been a few guys—and a few girls—that had a problem with it. But they had been in the minority. Once she had gotten it through everyone's thick skulls that she was the way she was no matter how much they disliked it, they had given her a chance. And they had liked her. Straight girls were suddenly 'curious', or they had never kissed a boy and were worried about Friday night's date… so they came to her. And then she had moved. And ended up in Tulsa with a bunch of boys who thought she was a dude and Kenji was a wolf.
"This is gonna suck," she whispered to her dog. He whined.
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