Someone Worth Dying For

AN: Just so y'all (I'm weird I say y'all way too often) know, part of the reason I'm actually able to type this up is because I finally got some time off work on Wednesday (July 27) and Thursday (July 28) and now Friday (July 29) because I have food poisoning…. So basically I'm saying I'm not sure how often I will be able to consistently update. If you see any spelling or grammar mistakes, PM me and let me know please….. Thanks to: JohnnyIsMyGoldSunset for all her help over PMing and for the title idea and for helping me get used to this site since I'm new. :)

*DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I don't own The Outsiders. Wish I did, but I don't. If I did, Two Bit and Steve would be in the book A LOT more. Hope you like my story!*

We were all just playing football in the lot, just like we always do any time Darry finally takes some time from work to relax. Steve had just scored a touchdown for his, Soda's, and Dally's team.

I was about to make a smart remark, when Johnny took off running. I didn't realize that kid could run so fast. After about thirty seconds of watching him run, I just shrugged it off cuz I figured he just forgot something at home or something like that.

Suddenly, I heard what Johnny was running for, "DARRY! SODA! ANYBODY! HELP!" it was Pony, my buddy. I took off in a full-on sprint. I was sure that everyone else had heard his screams of fear and pain. As I approached the intersection of 1st Street and Main, I noticed a red Corvette parked by a house down the street. I could see a couple of pairs of feet sticking out into the road.

Socs. They had Pony down under a big dog pile of about four of five of them. Some were keeping his arms and legs pinned down while another sat on his chest. The snarling Soc sitting on his chest pulled out a knife, clenched his teeth, and said something about that haircut starting just below the chin.

I had no idea what he meant until I saw the glare of blade in his hand. Pony went ballistic. I slowly and quietly made my way over to where I was right behind the ringleader who had the knife. I pulled out my most valuable possession in life, my beautiful switchblade. I look over at their car and notice that Johnny had done a quick job of slashing each and every of the four tires.

I silently crept up behind the Soc with the knife and pressed the edge of my blade into the skin on his neck. A voice I had never heard before said "Sure go ahead and cut his neck, then I have reason to cut yours." Oh. Wait. I said that. Weird.

I have never seen five people turn around so fast or look so scared of me. And I've definitely never seen Pony that happy to see me. The head Soc turned around and glared at me with his steely, unblinking eyes. He wanted greaser blood. I knew he didn't care if it was Mine or Pony's.

Like a sudden clap of thunder with no lightning for a warning, the guys were after those no-good Socs. Those idiots thought that I'd be the only one coming to a kid greaser's rescue? They realized that they were outnumbered and drastically outmuscled by us and took off running to their car. Yet again they proved that they weren't very bright, (Coming from me, Mr. Three-time-Junior, that's really saying something.) they thought they could get away. Steve started trying to pull the guy out of the passenger seat while Soda was fighting the driver when the car started and they rushed off.

Darry and Soda began to comfort Pony as the rest of us started to head home. Such is the life of a gang of greasers…

AN: OK there's the first chapter, I'm not sure how it is. Please leave me a review and tell me what you think. I'm almost sure of how this story is going to end but I want to know what you want to happen before now and then…. Please review! Leave me a review how you think it's all gonna play out and if you're close, I'll put a shout out to you in my next chapter (whaich should be longer). Laters, Tabetha