Do not own the outsiders only own Cassidy
I know punk wasn't around in the 60's but this is my story so I say it is
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Johnny pov
It's been two weeks since we found out about the death of the Curtis's aunt and cousin. Darry just left to go pick up Cassie. Me and Pony were sitting on the porch smoking we aren't aloud to smoke in the house anymore, something about Cassie's lungs not being able to take the smoke. "Hey Pony what's your cousin like?" "Well she was 4 months early that's why we can't smoke inside her lungs are bad. She is also really small." He said. "How small?" "She's like 4'8 and about 87 pounds. But she's almost 16. she's really cool though she really likes nature and music. She's a little dark though but it's ok because she's punk. She's kind of a tom boy to." She sounded interesting at least we won't be the smallest anymore.
When Darry pulled up in the truck everyone came outside. This tiny girl climbed out of the truck. She was wearing converse had blue jeans on folded up with writing on them. She was wearing a black tank top and had brown hair with a purple strip in the front. As soon as her feet hit the ground Soda grabbed her in a huge hug. When he set her down he went to the bed of the truck and got a bag of hers from Darry. Pony went up to her and she jumped on him wrapped her skinny legs around his waist and hugged his neck. He put her down and introduced her to us. That's when I realized she was beautiful. Dally started to hit on her but Darry stopped him.
We spent the rest of the afternoon talking to her. She was really cool. She made perverted comments with Dally, talked cars with Steve, joked around with two-bit, and talked to me like I was a regular person. When it was time to eat she said she wasn't hungry the Curtis's seemed to know something we didn't because Darry just gave her a apple and Soda made her a plate and put it in the microwave for later. She sat on the counter eating her apple not saying a word just kicking a foot. After dinner we all left because it was 8 and we wanted to give the brothers time with Cassie. I was the last one to leave so as I shut the door I heard what sounded like a girl crying.
I went to the lot and just laid there thinking about Cassie. I think I might be starting to have a crush on her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her when I was at the Curtis's this could be a bad thing. I fell asleep thinking about the small little wonder named Cassidy Revares.
Short I know. R&r
Jaspers little punk-rocker
