Heyyy everybody! It's me again. This idea randomly popped into my head, so here goes. Feel free to bash me if it's utterly terrible.
-OutsidersFanatic
**I do not own The Outsiders**
"Sodapop Curtis! You better get your ass out this door in the next 30 fucking seconds or I'm going to skin you alive!" Steve screeched from the front door. Steve hated being late for work, as their boss always liked having a reason to yell at him and Soda, but unfortunately for him Soda was nearly always running late.
His not-so punctual friend appeared but moments later, sliding into the room in his socks. With a grin on his face he said to Steve as he pulled on his shoes, "Don't burst a blood vessel, Steve-o. I got everything under control."
A fuming Steve tapped an impatient foot as Soda grabbed a chunk of chocolate cake and shoved it in his mouth. Darry made his appearance at this point, hurrying around the kitchen, searching for his keys and tripping over empty beer bottles.
"Jesus Christ, Two-Bit," He muttered, picking up several of said bottles and depositing them in the trash. "Pony, you seen my keys?"
A sleepy-looking Ponyboy was sitting at the table, looking as if he was about to fall face-first into his breakfast. "No, I ain't seen nothin', Dar. Why don't you ask Soda?"
"Nah, he's got the attention span of a gnat. Couldn't find a thing unless it was shoved up his ass."
"Hey! I take offense to that!" cried Soda, appearing once more in the doorway. "And by the way, Superman," he said silkily, holding his hand up and dangling something in it, "I think I've found what you're looking for."
Darry snatched the car keys from his brother's hand. "Thanks, Soda. Now where the fuck is my-" He didn't finish his sentence, instead running back to his bedroom. Soda sniggered.
"He's a right mess."
"Hey, kids," Two-Bit strutted into the kitchen, then grabbed Pony in a chokehold.
Pony blinked stupidly for a moment, then stared up into his attacker's face. "Howdy, Two-Bit. When'd you get here?"
Two-Bit guffawed, and released the young Greaser. "Geez, kid. Forgot how braindead ya are in the morning."
Darry reemerged once more, this time carrying his tool belt and other assorted things he'd need for work. With one final glance at Pony, he wrenched open the door.
"Make sure he don't do anything stupid, Matthews."
Two-Bit just grinned like the drunken idiot he was. "Relax, Superman, I got everything under control. I don't think the kid will give me any problems." With these words he rubbed his knuckles against Ponyboy's scalp.
"Soda!" Steve's scream emanated throughout the house, and with a grin, Soda skipped out the door with Steve and Darry in tow.
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It was a hot day, so after everyone left for work Ponyboy, Two-Bit, and Johnny were lounging around the living room. To amuse themselves, they had, of course, turned on Mickey Mouse.
"You know, Mickey really has the perfect life. No school, no job, no Socs, nothin'. He ain't got nothing to worry about. I wish I was Mickey." Two-Bit sighed wistfully, while Pony rolled his eyes.
"Sure, Two-Bit. Too bad his girlfriend's not a blonde, or you'd have it made." Pony responded with a smirk.
"Shut up, kid. I'd wrestle ya, but it's too goddamn hot to do anything." Two-Bit groaned, putting a hand over his eyes.
Suddenly, he sat up straight, his eyes wide. He slapped a hand to his face. "Of course! That's it! I don't know why we never thought of it!"
Johnny and Pony were staring at him as if he'd grown two extra heads.
"What the hell are you going on about?" Steve demanded, slamming the door shut behind him as he and Soda arrived after work.
"I was just telling these young'uns," Two-Bit sniffed, while Pony and Johnny glared at him, "about my master plan for Darry."
Steve just stared at him, unimpressed. "What does Superman need our help for?"
"Haven't you noticed how stressed he gets? Come on, y'all saw him this morning. Well, I've got a solution."
Soda and Pony exchanged a look. They both knew how hard Darry worked, trying to support the two of them ever since their parents had died in that auto wreck.
Steve shrugged. "Alright, let's hear it then."
"I think," Two-Bit said, pausing for effect, "that Darry needs a girlfriend!" He announced, sounding delighted with himself for coming up with this grand plan.
Steve and Soda immediately burst out laughing. "Darry...a girlfriend? You've got to be kidding me!" Steve choked out, while holding his side. Soda had fallen to his knees and was pounding his fist on the floor between fits of giggles.
Johnny looked thoughtful. "Gee, I never thought about Darry wanting a girlfriend."
"Ah-ah, Johnny. He may not want one, but I think he sure needs one. And you just leave the details to me." Two-Bit winked at the younger greaser.
Pony sat down on the couch, looking shocked. "Two-Bit, how would you even find Darry a girl? And it's not like he'd want to go on a date, anyway. He never does anything fun. He'll just say he's too busy."
Steve, having contained himself, spoke up then. "Yeah, and it's not like he'd go for any greasy broad. Darrel had standards."
Soda, still trying to stifle the last of his giggles, stood up. "I vote we go out and try to see if we can find anyone to hook Darry up with."
Pony sighed. "Oh, why not? But I'm not sure how much good it will do."
Two-Bit grinned crazily. "Who knew there'd be a time when you all agreed with me? Let's go, my Mouseketeers! Onward!" He cried, and skipped out of the house.
"We don't know what we're getting ourselves into, Johnny," Pony muttered.
Johnny grinned at his friend. "Aw, it'll be alright Pony. I think it'll be good for Superman. C'mon, let's go have some fun." With that, the rest of the gang filed out behind Two-Bit, ready to comb the town in search of a date for Darry.
So, yay, nay? This will most likely be frequently updated, as it's mostly just fluff and it's fun to write. Bestow upon me your opinions, o wise reviewers!