Beginning Anew: Broken Homes
Chapter 1: A Proposal
Ponyboy's Point of View
When I sat down on the couch at six o' clock, watching Mickey Mouse on the television with Two-Bit, I never expected my life to take a sudden turn that second. But it did, and that was what matters, was that my life changed in a short few phone calls.
Hard to believe a phone call can change your life, and make you realize you can't escape separation, isn't it? But that was what happened, all the same.
When the phone rang just that moment and Soda answered it, "Hello?" I didn't even notice really. We were always getting phone calls from school, work, our friends, the social workers and parents complaining that their daughters were skipping school to gawk at Soda (Soda was a real looker, according to those girls, and also according to them, I looked a lot like him. So was I a real looker?)
"Yes, Darrel Curtis lives here." Sodapop said through the phone receiver or whatever it's called. I froze then. Darry, my oldest brother, he just never got phone calls. They were always for Sodapop or me or sometimes even Two-Bit, who although he didn't live with us, was here everyday at precisely seven o' clock to drop me and Steve off at school, every morning.
Two-Bit loved school, even though he was nineteen and not even half way through his junior year (he had turned nineteen four weeks ago.) I didn't see why he didn't bother with dropping out. He only went to school for kicks. Two-Bit did everything for kicks, almost, and if you ask me, he was a bit of a conformist. If we jumped into the Arkansas river, ol' Two-Bit would be hot on our heels.
We called Keith, Two-Bit, because Keith always had to get his two bits worth in. Two-Bit was proud of his long, rusty-colored sideburns and his eyes were a dancing, reckless gray. He had the most comical grin in the entire world and he reminded me of Will Rogers. It was probably the grin, I guess... Two-Bit was overly obsessed with booze, blonds and Mickey Mouse. I know that that is the weirdest combination in the world, but it's the honest-to-god truth.
Well, anyway, I watched as Sodapop handed Darry the phone. Darry listened to what the person on the phone was saying and his eyes widened, real big and a grin spread across his face. I hadn't seen him grin like that in ages. He hadn't even grinned like that when mom and dad were alive.
"Well, I'm not so sure," I heard Darryl saying to the person. "I have two boys to take care of. But I think that if you give me some time that I can take care of it." Darry listened to what the person was saying and frantically grabbed a pencil and a piece old scrap paper and frantically scribbled down a name and a number. "Yes, I'll call you when I get more information." Thank you very much Mr. DiPietro!" Darry said into the phone before hanging it up and he said in a husky voice, "Boys, I'm going to college!"
Hey there everyone! I hope you're enjoying my story so far. It should be really good. It'll be from Ponyboy's perspective the entire time because I'm tired of doing SLASH's. This story isn't a romance, so y'all are lucky. Already wrote a romance and it was too mushy gushy, but I'm writing that anyway. I'll update all the time and add chappy's and all that junk, but it'll be kinda hard for me because I'm balancing about another 6 stories too.
It's safe to say that this story will be my best because I experienced a lot of the events in this story that I am going to make Ponyboy experience! Don't worry, Pony and Soda won't die. They might get jumped, but really they'll just expirience what it's like being a greaser stuck in a soc neighborhood and basically (except for the gangs of greasers that you will meet in this story) a soc filled town! They'll see that living the life of luxury isn't so great and it'll show from Pony's perspective how it's like being new to the whole 'rich' thing.
Well, I guess that's it. I hope y'all read my other stories. I'm hoping to do a lot more. They are all currently Outsiders Fan Fictions, but I'll be doing some for The Thief Lord and maybe one for A Series of Unfortunate Events. Well, see y'all later!
Love ya,
Street Panther 1 (SP1)