This is my second story. The first didn't turn out to well, so I've started a new one. I have someone helping with the grammar. THIS IS A SISTER FIC. No slash/incest. I don't roll that way. (Hahaha) Um... yea, ok heres the beginning. Hope you enjoy! I promise it'll get more exciting. Oh, and if you want you can skip the first paragraph cause it's basically telling of the greasers. Which most of ya'll probably know. Enjoy divas!
I don't own ANYTHING except Ruthy Rosie Curtis.
I sighed, entering my pitch black room. I went over to my lamp stand, unsuccessfully tripping over various things, and headed toward my window, unlocking the latch and sliding it slowly upward. I leaned over the windowpane, feeling the cold crisp wind on my face. Who was I? Ruthy Rosie Curtis. I had two older brothers and one younger one. I practically grew up around guys. I had just turned fifteen before my parents died. My younger brother was thirteen and his name was Ponyboy Curtis. It even said so on his birth-certificate. My two older brothers were Darrel who was twenty and Sodapop who was sixteen. My parents died five months ago. Ever since then I've been pretty crazy, you could say. I mean who wouldn't be? My brothers are in a real tough gang they're all "Greasers", known for greasy hair, leather jackets, and bad home lives. Part of the gang is always in the house some way or another. If you can imagine being in a house with seven guys all the time, then you know how I feel.
I moved to sit on the windowpane when I saw a figure emerging from the shadows. I noticed right away that it was Dallas Winston. He was probably the toughest hood I knew and yet still he was a pretty good guy.
I smiled and called him over.
"Yea Ruth? What's up?" He asked, leaning on the side of the house.
"Nothing. Just not wanting to do this homework." I made a annoyed face and he grinned.
"If you were smart like me you'd just drop out," He stated, pulling out a cigarette and letting it hang loosely from his mouth. He lit it and took a long drag. "Want one?"
"No thanks, and I would 'cept Darry'd probably skin me." I smirked and started messing with his greased back hair. It was sorta a habit of mine and the gang would sometimes call me the "Stylist."
"Quit it. My hair looks fine." He brushed my hand away and started tugging me off the window.
"I told you! I have to work on some homework." I sighed, shrieking a bit when he pulled me more.
"Don't worry about it." I finally allowed him to pull me into his arms and set me down gently. We started walking. His arm brushed mine for a moment and I thought he might wrap his fingers in mine, but then I thought, 'No of course not. This was Dallas Winston.
"You're blushing," He grinned.
"Am not. And why are you staring at my face anyway. Gee, I know you have a crush on me Dally, but seriously back off." I retorted sticking my tongue out at him.
I focused my attention back to where we were going.
"Uh Dal?" I asked raising my eyebrow questioningly. "Where are we goin?"
"To Johnny's house." Johnny was the "pet" of the gang Pony described him as a puppy hit too many times, I loved him I mean who wouldn't? Even Dally did, not like he'd ever admit it but..
"What for?"
"What do you think? Johnny stupid."
"Oh..."
We kept walking for a while till we arrived at Johnny's house, we both gave each other a knowing glance as we heard yelling. Dallas walked up to the door while I trailed along the side. I could barely hear his voice as he talked to Johnny's dad: I only caught a few curse words that Darry would slap me for repeating. I knocked on the window that I was almost sure was Johnny's. After a few seconds I saw his face appear. He smiled and opened the window.
"Hey Ruth."
"Hi Johnny, wanna come over to my house?" I smiled, giving him a quick hug as he slid out the window.
"Dallas here?" I can't tell you how many times me and Dallas had come to pick Johnny up.
"Yea in front." We waited till we heard Dallas stop talking and a front door slam.
"Shit, that man really hates me." Dally said, laughing as he did so.
"Well... you do keep pestering him all the time," I said. Johnny wrapped an arm around my waist, obviously showing me I was protected. I already knew that but still.
We basically walked in silence the rest of the way there. When we walked in the door Darry gave me a confused look. I guess I hadn't really considered the fact that I'd been in my room. I merely shrugged.
I'd been grounded quite a few times in the past months.
I was always going places. I'd be a liar if I said Darry didn't care, of course he did. I would have probably been yelled at if something or someone else hadn't grabbed his attention first.
Alright that was my story... It's boring right now, but that'll change! :] 3