First fanfiction! Sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, or any mistakes at all. I'm a newbie to and I really hope that this will work out! I was mesmerized by this book when we read it in school the past year, and mesmerized by Dallas Winston and his emotions.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders in any way, because if I did Dally and Johnny would not have passed. *Sniffle sniffle*
This fanfiction takes place in a present day/1965 mixture dimension. Oh by the way, Marceline is pronounced lean as in leaning on a tree, not line as in the line of people, and her appearance is based off of Taylor Swift.
Looking at my own reflection in the mirror, I can't believe that I was moving back to Tulsa, Oklahoma. I had lived there all my life up until when I turned 13 four years ago and my parents sent me to live with my grandparents in Florida in order to tend to their own busy shedules. Last month, both of my grandparents passed away, so it was decided that I was to go back to Tulsa and live with my parents.
I took another deep breath as I straightened out my attire and examined my makeup. I had on a simple white summer dress with floral patterns on the bottom half, topped off with a brown belt. I had mascara and some eye liner on. I concealed all my blemishes then put on light pink blush on my cheeks and some boldly red lipstick. I tucked one side of my soft blonde hair behind my ear and picked up my messenger bag, ready to go to the airport.
The three-hour ride went by with me listening to music on my phone and taking a nap that lasted about half the ride. I walked into the airport lobby to see Ethan Ross, my adoptive brother and babysitter from four years ago, waving a sign that read:
Marceline Ross from Miami, Florida.
I'VE MISSED YOU, BABY GIRL.
I chuckled a little and walked over to Ethan, who led me to the black BMW parked in the parking lot after giving me a very tight hug. "Can I drive?" I asked, for driving that car had always been my wish before I moved away and got my probationary license.
"Sorry to disappoint, Marcy, but dad specifically instructed me not to let you drive home." I've known Ethan for practically all my life. If I remember correctly, Ethan should be about 23 years old now. He was adopted by my family after his parents, my god-parents, were killed in a car accident. He was the only one to survive in that crash and since not one of his relatives wanted to take him in, my parents did. "You can drive to other places once we get back and get settled." He said, focusing on the road once again.
After about some forty-five minutes, Ethan and I were dragging all of my stuff into my old bedroom. I smiled at the fact that nothing about the room has changed. The walls were still baby blue and everything was still in the place that I left it in. "I specifically told the maids not to move anything while they were dusting because I knew you never liked having people touch your stuff."
"Thanks, Ethan." I smiled.
With the help of some of the maids and Ethan, I got settled pretty quickly. Soon enough, I was driving around town when suddenly, a particular group of guys popped into my mind. I wonder if they're still there. The tires on the black BMW screeched as I made an abrupt turn towards the other side of town, where the so-called "Greasers" lived. I made another turn, hoping that I was going the right way.
After a few more u-turns and almost-accidents, I finally pulled up in front of the shaggy building that was the Curtis's. Though the walls seemed a bit more yellow than it used to, they still kept the gates and the door wide open. No car was in the driveway, so I just assumed that no one was home. Taking out a pen and a piece of bright yellow post-it from my messenger bag, I wrote in red:
Do not even THINK about touching this car.
If I come back to any scratches at all,
I will check the surveillance camera installed on this car and sue your ass off!
-Marceline Ross :]
Then I walked into the house to find that no one was home, as I suspected. The couch seemed like it was made out of memory foam and embraced my rear end as they made contact. I took out my phone and texted Ethan, telling him that I might not be home until after dinner. In no more than ten minutes, I heard the doorknob turning and whipped my head to the source to see the familiar face carrying a bag of egg cartons.
"I'm back!" I smiled and said nonchalantly.
"Hi Ponyboy, long time no see." The boy looked at me with huge eyes and dropped his jaw along with his egg cartons.
"What the hell, Pony?" Another voice started, "I thought I told you to be careful with those eggs!"
"Darry…" Pony said. "I-It's… Marceline; she's back!" Then he ran over and we shared a very long hug. Ponyboy Curtis has been my friend ever since he was born. His parents and mine were classmates here in Tulsa and they were very good friends. I heard shuffles of feet around the living room as I let go of Pony. Soon enough, the whole gang was in the little house; all except two. Darry, Soda, Stevie, and Two-Bit also gave me short hugs while saying simple greetings because they were all in shock.
"So… where's Johnnycake and Dallas?" I said, cutting straight to the chase after telling the gang about my life in Florida. By the time I finished telling all my stories and fooled around for a bit it was already about 8:00 PM.
"Oh! They're…" Soda started, looking nervous as he bit his lip.
"They're in the hospital." Darry said firmly.
"Darry!" Scolded Ponyboy.
"She deserves to know." Darry continued, "Even though she moved away, she was and still is part of the gang and she deserves just as much as anyone else here to know."
Then I sat, stunned silent, as the gang filled me in on what happened while I was away. Johnny stabbed a Soc, Pony and Johnny ran away to an abandoned church together, the church was set aflame with kids in it, they went to rescue the kids, Pony got out with minor injuries, Dally got it a bit worse, and Johnny got it the worst. "I…I have to go see them!" I stood up with so much force that I felt a bit lightheaded, though I ignored that and motioned for the rest of the gang to follow me out. The boys all gawked at the sight of my car. "Soda and Stevie come with me, Two-Bit and Pony please go with Darry." I demanded, getting into my car. Soda and Stevie got in the back of my car in an instant. We rode in silent as I sped down the road, trailing close behind Darry.
I practically ran so fast to the hospital from the parking lot that even the boys had some trouble keeping up with me. Darry led us to Johnny and Dallas's room. He said that they were put together upon request. As I was about to open the door, a nurse stood in my way. "Excuse me." I said.
"I'm sorry, but it's not visiting hours. I'm going to have to ask you to come back tomorrow, miss."
"Can't we just go in for a while?" Soda pleaded with his puppy eyes.
"Nope." The nurse stood her ground.
By then my patience was almost up. I pursed my lips then opened them again, threatening her with all the courage and rage I could gather together. I curled my fingers into a fist and said intensely: "Listen here, I'm glad that you're doing your job, but I sped here with a probationary license, risking my health as well as the health of others. My family, Emily, Nathan, and Ethan Ross, will kill me, Marceline Ross, if they ever find out. Now you will let me in, walk away, and pretend nothing happened, or God so help me, I will hurt you bad."
"Nathan Ross... Oh my! You're the mayor's daughter! I'm sorry to have been so rude, Miss. Ross!" All the boys once again gawked at me as I sighed.
"Just step aside." I hated using my "mayor's daughter" card, but this was an emergency and I had to. Ethan hated it too, but he would understand.
Walking in the room, Johnny looked up from his book, a bit confused at all the racket that was outside the door at first. "Marcy?!" Johnny shouted excitedly. "You look...different, prettier."
"Hey kiddo," I laughed and slowly walked toward him. "Here I am! Oh, the wonders of makeup." Like the rest of the gang, he also wanted to know how I was in Florida. I told him in a fast tone and then asked, "Um… sorry but, do you know where the hell Dallas Winston is?" I shifted to see the messy and empty bed next to Johnny's.
"Oh," Johnny chuckled, "he probably sneaked out to get something to eat again."
Speaking of the devil, the door opened as soon as Johnny finished that sentence. "Hey! Y'all here to visit me…?" Then Dallas saw me. His enthusiastic face dropped and his eyes turned colder; icier than they already were. "It's you. What are you doing back here?" His sudden change of attitude and his sarcasm made my heart ache. It was sad remembering how we used to get along so well.
Smiling faintly, I stood up, tucked my hair behind my ear again, and started talking awkwardly.
"I'm back. This time, it's for good."