Full Summary:
Two years have passed since the passing of Bob Sheldon and little Johnny Cade. The gang had gotten to Dallas in time to stop him from doing anything stupid and sending himself to jail. Things haven't exactly cooled down in Tulsa. They did for a while, but weird stuff has been going on, and greasers and socs are back to jumping one another.
Twins, Reilly and Christian Gray are childhood friends of the Curtis gang. They slept over at the house a lot when things were rough in their own home. The twins, Soda and Steve were only five when they all met, now they're nineteen. Once Johnny died, Reilly and Chris backed off and gave them all some space to be alone and think about the events. In the end, two years had passed and they had rarely talked to their good friends. Until now, when things between the socs and greasers heat up again, bonds will grow, new feelings will emerge, plus new and old stories will unfold with Reilly and Chris at the side of the Curtis gang. But more importantly…
What will happen when more people get involved then last time…?
Note: This is a short introduction Chapter for two characters that will be a main part of the fan fiction. If you haven't figured that out already. There will be more new characters coming into the story gradually. As well I'd like to point out after reading some Pet Peeves in the forums I've tried to make it somewhat to your liking. Though I can't do everything, after all it's my story However I don't exactly know the route of my characters yet, couples etc. I knind of have a liking for both Dallas and Sodapop, and I have possible ideas for both. Guess we'll just see won't we?
Chapter One: The Twins-Reilly and Chris Gray
Reilly's POV:
It's been two years since Johnny stabbed Bob Sheldon. It has also been two years since Johnny passed on that night in the hospital when Dally and Ponyboy went to visit him after we had won the rumble. We haven't been around that often since. It's just been off. Everyone was either down or ready to terrorize the whole Soc community. I know I cried when I heard from Sodapop that Johnny had died in the hospital. Though I didn't really have time to cry till later that night. Chris and I had to help find Dally before he had gotten into anymore trouble.
Now I can't say that I had no interaction with the guys at all. I saw them gradually, but I was more concerned in my own thing. Like graduating from school, working and hanging with my brother and his gang. I consider them my gang too. They're like my second family. The first being the Curtis brothers and company of course. Our real family doesn't count. Dad left us when we were seven years old. They'd yell a lot and try to get me and Chris to choose between who we wanted to live with. Some nights it got real bad, but Mr. and Mrs. Curtis always let us stay over. That's how I grew really close to Sodapop and Steve for that matter. They were both me and Chris' age.
Still, even when dad left I stayed over alot. My mom, if she was drunk would sometimes hit me. She told me I have our father's attitude. No one thinks so though. I think she is just in a load of pain. Needing to take it out on someone. So she chose me. Not Chris, I believe that's because his appearance is like a bad memory of dad. Either way, our parents only had gotten together because we were unexpected. They had sex one night at a party, when they were about seventeen and she got pregnant with twins. Chris and I. Anyway, now that I'm older I know when to come home and when not to. I get used to it...
"Red Light! Red Light!" Chris yelled in my ear. I looked up from my day dream and slammed on the brakes. Stopping just inches before the cross walk. I looked over to me brother, his eyes were still shut in a flinch and he was scrunched up. Slowly, he opened an eye and straightened himself up. "Tell me again how you got your license?"
I muttered under my breath and put my foot on the gas once the light turned green. The question went in one ear and out the other. All I really was hearing was the light sound of the rock music on the radio and Chris' breathing. I was not focused at all today. "The same way I got my diploma." I finally answered.
"Oooh. Well that just proves that the teachers must have been sick of you." Chris snickered and looked ahead. This was normal. Me and Chris always bickered and acted like smart asses around each other. And everyone else for that matter. It was just in our nature, and it was what we were known for around town. Not including our ability to fight off socs that mess with us. "So...what made you space anyway?"
"I was thinking about Johnny.." I responded. I looked to my right as I drove into a parking lot.
"Cade?" Chris asked. I nodded. Christian sighed lightly and undid his seatbelt. He looked around the parking lot then back up and me. "I know what you mean. It's been two years." He slumped down in his seat twiddling his thumbs. No one every liked to think about what happened. It was unfortunate, and it still hurts to think about it. I was pretty close to Johnny. I was close to everyone in the gang, in different ways. I felt though Johnny understood the most about my mom, my parents. Johnny had similar issues he dealt with at his own home. Then one morning I read the descriptions of the two greaser boys that killed Bob Sheldon, in the newspaper. Later that day Dallas got hauled into the cooler to talk with the fuzz. I knew after that, for sure, Ponyboy and Johnny were in trouble, and I was worried sick.
"Let's get into work before we're late." I said smiling.