Summary: Come see what kind of mischief our favorite boys from Tulsa get into during the course of a crazier-than-normal week.
Slightly AU: Dally and Johnny lived, because it just wouldn't be as fun without them.
Rated T for the extremely coarse language
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders
One Hell of a Week
Introduction
It was finally Friday at last. This week had been too fucking long and too fucking crazy for anyone's good. Everyone was getting too goddamned riled up all at once. And when one person gets pissed off, they like to fire up all their little friends and then go fuck up the other gang. Socs do it to Greases. We do it to the Socs. Whatever. It fucking happens.
And sometimes it simply just happens for no fucking reason. Mainly because sometimes, we just get pissed off and itch for a fight. Someone will wind up a little bloody, maybe get a little roughed up, but hey, it's no big deal. Hell, someone might wind up with a broken rib or busted fucking face. That's if they're really unlucky. But that's life. Sometimes we're unlucky. But then the skies clear—eventually. And everyone feels better, and we can all go on with our lives. At least until someone got pissed off again. Or we came up with a real reason to fight.
"Steve, are you okay?" Ponyboy asks me. I guess he noticed my fists clenched so tightly, my knuckles were whiter'n a ghost.
"Shaddup, Ponybody." I snap back. Me, him and the rest of the gang—minus Darry and Two-Bit—are outside the racetrack. We had a mind to go watch the ponies, maybe gamble a little bit too.
"Are you sure? You ain't lookin' so good," Johnny adds.
"Shaddup, Johnnycakes." To which I am swiftly clocked in the head by Dally's angry fist. "Aw, c'mon Dal, I only said 'shaddup' to the little shit." To which Johnny clocks me in the head. And I have no problem hitting him back.
Damn these guys I call friends. All six of them. Even Ponyboy, sorta. I love them all, but they can be a right pain in the ass sometimes. Especially Dally. He's usually the one who's riling up the kids. Ponyboy and Johnny wouldn't do half the things they do if Dally wasn't around. Hell, none of us would neither.
But I still love Dally for bein' insane, and this week, it was Dally who started the shit. Actually, it's generally Dally who starts the shit. Surprise of the century, I know. He's been wild since Monday and it's been building right up to today. And as we're standin' here at the racetrack, Dally and me a little bit drunk, I know is gonna be the day the shit really hits the fan and splatters every which way.
So lemme give a little play-by-play action of this week's events…God, what the hell happened on Monday? It was so long ago, I can barely remember…
Just a little idea that's been sitting in my "Documents" folder for a long while. The whole thing's pretty much written, just getting proof-read.
If it's well-received, I'll keep posting more. Thanks! (I love reviews)