SocBusters
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders as you probably would have guessed. (Isn't this what I say every time? I like it though, so I'll keep saying it.)
This story is dedicated to Molly for staying gold (you know what I mean) and always laughing at my stories!!!
While he was tending to his garden, fat old Mr. Gregory hummed a tune. It was a beautiful, clear spring evening, and nothing could possibly go wrong.
"There you go, little petunia," he chuckled while watering a tiny purple flower. Even though a slight cold breeze bit the stem of the plant, the flower stayed still and it looked as if it were smiling up at the chubby man so high above it.
Mr. Gregory sighed happily. Just then, he heard the faint wail of a siren coming from the West. As the sound became louder, Mr. Gregory got angry.
"Not those teenagers again. Never know what they're up to." As a police car swerved around the corner of his street, he could see three silhouetted figures just in front of it, zigzagging and jumping over bumps in the street.
"It's those Socs again!" Mr. Gregory yelled, as the figures ran right past him and jumped the fat man's fence.
"And now they're in my backyard!" He looked back at the road, but the police car had driven back down the street!
"Those blind cops, they didn't even see them jump my fence!" Mr. Gregory exclaimed, a little bead of sweat trickling down from his forehead. The Socs had been really reckless over the past couple of weeks and had even killed a couple of people when they didn't get what they wanted. And now they were in his backyard still; he could hear them.
"Alright Mr. Gregory, calm down. We'll kick those Socs out of your yard."
Mr Gregory spun around and this is what he saw:
Three figures were dressed in black. One was tall, with an athletic figure and dark hair. The middle-sized one had blond hair and looked wild and reckless. The third was pretty small, and looked weak but had a determined grin. He had brownish hair.
"We're the SocBusters."
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders as you probably would have guessed. (Isn't this what I say every time? I like it though, so I'll keep saying it.)
This story is dedicated to Molly for staying gold (you know what I mean) and always laughing at my stories!!!
While he was tending to his garden, fat old Mr. Gregory hummed a tune. It was a beautiful, clear spring evening, and nothing could possibly go wrong.
"There you go, little petunia," he chuckled while watering a tiny purple flower. Even though a slight cold breeze bit the stem of the plant, the flower stayed still and it looked as if it were smiling up at the chubby man so high above it.
Mr. Gregory sighed happily. Just then, he heard the faint wail of a siren coming from the West. As the sound became louder, Mr. Gregory got angry.
"Not those teenagers again. Never know what they're up to." As a police car swerved around the corner of his street, he could see three silhouetted figures just in front of it, zigzagging and jumping over bumps in the street.
"It's those Socs again!" Mr. Gregory yelled, as the figures ran right past him and jumped the fat man's fence.
"And now they're in my backyard!" He looked back at the road, but the police car had driven back down the street!
"Those blind cops, they didn't even see them jump my fence!" Mr. Gregory exclaimed, a little bead of sweat trickling down from his forehead. The Socs had been really reckless over the past couple of weeks and had even killed a couple of people when they didn't get what they wanted. And now they were in his backyard still; he could hear them.
"Alright Mr. Gregory, calm down. We'll kick those Socs out of your yard."
Mr Gregory spun around and this is what he saw:
Three figures were dressed in black. One was tall, with an athletic figure and dark hair. The middle-sized one had blond hair and looked wild and reckless. The third was pretty small, and looked weak but had a determined grin. He had brownish hair.
"We're the SocBusters."