Here is my attempt to write a Outsiders Story! I hope you like it! I'll give you a summary on Tiffany Winston and then the story will be in her point of view.
Tiffany is Dallas's sister. (oh and By the way, Dallas didn't die but johnny did.) She is Dallas's age (18). She loves him and He loves her but their parents feel different. They don't care about Dallas but they like him more then they like her. Tiffany tries to make them care. She brings home the nastiest guys home and she also got a job in a Bar and she even dropped out of school but they still don't care. Tiffany gave up, for her parents love and their care. At least she still got Dally.
I was running. Tears were running down my face. How could he? I thought he loved me? I was running running from my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend. How could he cheat on me with Sylvia? That little two-timing bitch! {Now remember she's thinking this not saying it.}i couldn't see where i was going and my skirt was getting in the way of running. I am so tatolly going to start wearing pants from now on. I don't care what society says. I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and fell flat on my face. I tried to get up and start running again but i couldn't. A wave of pain in my ankle stopped me. Ah shit! I sprained my ankle! Could this day get any worse. then i felt liquidrunning down my face. I reached for the liquid. I put my hand in it and l looked at it. My hand was covered in blood. i must have really banged my head when I fell. I tried to get up again but sat back down once the pain surged through my ankle. Oh great, what was I going to do now? Dally was now where around here and if I screamed somebody (drunk) would come along and harass me. So I decided to lay there and when somebody comes who I know, I'll tell them what happened and see if they can bring me home. I waited 30 minutes until someone came walking up the street. He looked at me and came over to where I was laying.
"Are you okay?" He asked kneeling.
"Who are you?" I asked. I wasn't gonna be picked up by some stranger. Nah-ah and Dally would kill me and him.
He stared at me for a while. More like examining me. Then, he grinned and held out a hand towards me.
"You don't know who I am Tiffany?" He asked.
"Uh, are you one of Dally's friends?" I questioned staring at his hand.
"Yeah, I'm Darry Curtis." He replied still holding out his hand.
I smiled a small smile at him and then took his hand. He lifted me up off the ground and pain shot through me like a bullet. I sat back down and rubbed my ankle gently.
"What did you do?" Darry asked kneeling back down beside me.
"Well, I went to my boyfriends house...I should say ex-boyfriend... and I found him on the couch making out with Sylvia. I ran from the house and tripped on a crack. I think I sprained my ankle and I'm bleeding from my head." I told him looking at the blood still on my hands.
"Well, I better get you home then." He replied.
"How? I can't walk. I can barely get up off the gro- Hey!" He lifted me up off the ground and held me like I was a kid.
Darry had his arm under my back and under my legs. I put my arms around his neck and almost choked him. I heard him gag and relaxed my grip on him. He started to my house. I hoped my parents weren't fighting. If they are fighting, They'll put the blame on me for whatever. once my dad left the refrigerator door open and my mom was yelling at him. Then, I came through the door and they blamed it on me meanwhile, I wasn't home for the whole day.
"Hey Darry. What happened Tiffany?" Dally came running up to us in that second. We were almost hom.
"Long story short, My boyfriend was cheating on me. I tripped and fell." I replied.
"With who?" He asked anger in his voice.
"Um, with Sylvia." I said.
"And what happened when you tripped?" Dally asked.
"Uh, I sprained my ankle and my head was bleeding. I think it still is." I whispered.
"That doesn't matter now. We have to get her home." Darry said.
"I wouldn't bring her home. Our parents are fighting again." Dally said.
"Oh great." I mumbled.
"Can't we bring her to your house Darry?" Dally asked.
"Where are you going to sleep? I only have one couch." He replied.
"Don't worry where I sleep. All you have to worry about is fixing her head up and ankle." Dally said.
"Dally, I-" I was cut off.
"I said don't worry about me." Dally said.
"Okay." I whispered.
When we got to Darry's house he put me on the couch. He went into the kitchen and brought back some ice, a bandage and a towel. He wiped the blood off of my head, put the bandage on it and then gave the towel to me.
"Here, your make up is running." He said emotionless.
"Thank you." I said and took the towel and started wiping my make up off.
Darry took my shoe off carefully and examined it. He started moving it left and right. I whimpered and he mumbled a little sorry.
"Soda, can you get a blanket?" Darry asked putting the ice on my ankle.
"What for? Oh hi Tiffany." Soda said coming out of his room.
"Hi Sodapop." I said smiling.
Soda came back with a big blanket. He laid it over me and I said thank you.
"Alright, I'm gonna find some place to sleep. Night." Dally said and kissed me on the forehead.
"Night Dally." I replied getting comfortable on the couch.
"Night Darry said and with that Dally was out the door.
"Night Tiffany." Darry said.
"Night Darry and thank you." I replied.
Darry just nodded and went into his bedroom but I could have sworn I saw a little smile when he turned away.
