Hey everyone, I'm still pretty new to fan fiction so my stories aren't the best, but I liked the idea I had from my first story where Randy started hanging out with the Greasers, so I thought I'd write something along that line.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders
"Hey, Ponyboy."
"Oh, hey Randy. What's up?" Randy was sitting on the couch in my living room like he was on most mornings. After everything that happened last month, he started hanging around with the gang. I'm not complaining or anything, it's just weird seeing him on the couch when it was usually Johnny or Dally. You would think that I would be skeptical about it after what happened, but I think we have a pretty good understanding of each other now, so we're cool.
"Not much, my parents are still pretty mad. They want me to be a Soc again, I told them no and there was a fight last. It got pretty bad, the fuzz was called but I ran away before they got there. They caught up with me about a mile from here and gave me a ride. Said it would be best to stay the night away from home."
I wasn't surprised, Randy was here most mornings. There were a lot of fights about him being a Greaser at home. We told he could go back whenever he wants, but he refuses. I'm not sure why, though. I mean living conditions aren't great and money's tight, but Randy doesn't mind it, he actually seems to like it.
"Well, can I get you anything?" That's just the typical question I ask when there's someone on the couch in the morning.
"Can I try and make it myself? I never actually made myself anything besides a sandwich and a bowl of cereal before."
"Uh, sure, if you really want to."
"Gee, thanks Ponyboy!" He jumped up and ran into the kitchen.
He started messing around in the cupboards looking for something to cook eggs in. he pulled out a colander and looked at them. He turned to me for approval.
"Randy, that's not gonna work. You see that has holes in it, you need a skillet." I pulled one out from under the sink and turned on the stove top.
"Oh. Can I crack the eggs?" The look on his face when I said yes reminded me of a child on Christmas morning.
Randy pulled the eggs out from the fridge and looked at them. He walked over to the stove and I instantly regretted giving him this simple job. The first egg he tried to crack ended up on the floor, the second one, he smashed in his hands, and the third one, somehow ended up in my face.
"No, Randy, like this." I demonstrated the correct way and he learned quickly. He cracked the rest of the eggs without a problem.
I don't really know where this is going, but I think there maybe another rumble or something…I think if I continue then I will add a rumble and I'll keep up some funny stuff with Randy and the rest of the gang… should I continue?
