Hi sorry for the long long long gap between updates. I still don't have a beta so if you see any grammar mistakes please PM me, I really hope you still like my story.
As always I still don't own the outsiders or the song I wanna be where the boys are by The Runaways.
Wild in the streets, barely alive
Mama's always telling me stay inside
Don't you hang around with those young boys
Soon you'll be lovin' them
They're all night toys
I wanna be where the boys are
I wanna fight how the boys fight
I wanna love how the boys love
I wanna be where the boys are
I wanna be where the boys are- The Runaways
Joey ran out of the DX like a bunch Socs in a mustang were tailing him. Life had been far from perfect for him but maybe that one day in New York kept him sane through those lonely night in the drunk tank, the mind-numbing jobs and the mouthful he used to get from his old man whenever he came home.
Tara could be his chance, something to hold onto in this prison of a world. When your young they lie to you and say everyone is free, no ones free everyone's stuck in the machine called society, which dictates who is rich, who's poor and who gets to have a future. Joe had no future stamped on his forward the minute he came through on the concession line. But Tara, now Tara had a chance she was one of these rare people who saw the world for all it's worth and still loved it and she saw him a person who was categorised worthless by society and made him feel.
The Dingo was crowded, he felt her gaze on him before he saw her, sat on a stool her dress risen up to show skin as pale as a snowflake. Joe's breath caught in his throat. Arriving at his destination, it was like she knew, she peered at him beneath heavily made up eyelash her blues eyes piercing his heart.
"Well Rosie of all the small towns in all of America I had to arrive in yours"
"I hoped I see you again, but how can I believe it's true"
"I once asked a girl very much like you but/"
"Innocent"
"No you're still innocent, but with less trust in the world, I asked her how do you know you're in love/
"She told me, all the literature makes sense"
"Now do you believe"
"I think I do"
"Want to blow this joint"
"You know John I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship"
Joe couldn't believe it, Casablanca although extremely long sure was a chick magnet. They went to the only place where they could talk the park hardly any greasers hung around it. Joe sat down one of the swings and gently began swinging back and forth, they began to talk about music, whether Elvis was rockabilly or rock n roll, blues vs. jazz, and whether school is a prison or a well functioning establishment of society that helped lead children into adulthood. For the first time Joey was spoken to like he had thoughts and opinions rather than a piece of muscle or eye-candy.
The clocks turned back to a time in New York, which held trustworthiness for one and a smaller rap sheet for another. But it soon had to end and reality had to come to the surface. They headed back to their separate hells.
Tara heaved herself through her window and landed in a rather ungraceful heap.
"Well you sure have style darling." a voice whispered through the darkness
"Tim hasn't anyone ever told it isn't gentlemanly to come uninvited into a girls bedroom"
"No ones ever called me a gentleman doll" chuckled Tim stepping out into the light shining through the open window from the moon outside.
Tara managed to get to her feet and looked at him and felt nothing, nothing she didn't feel inadequate, silly or innocent. A laugh escaped her lips causing a frown to cross Tim's face.
'Tim I don't think we should spent time together anymore"
"Well you don't" Tim replied coming forward grapping Tara around the waist and pulling her against him " You see I thing your body will say differently"
"Tim I don't think it will, see I actually don't want to be the girl I thought I did, I think I finally happy being me"
" You have to be shitting me I put up with your uptight self and now you don't want to know me, let me tell you dar this whole thing has been a joke, to see how far I could go with you and remember this doll, I've been everywhere, I've had the full tour." With that he left out the window he had sneaked in earlier, Tara saw him walk angrily down the street his back hunched and his hands jammed in his leather jacket.
Tara normally after such an outburst from Tim would have cried and be exhausted from humiliation but now she simply went to bed.
Joey on the other side of town had the consequences to face, Bucks as usual was full of the unmoral of Tulsa and getting to his room caused him to upset many people in different stages of sinful acts. A hand grabbed him and turned him round, a towhead teen faced him.
"Well Joey you going tell me what you ran out for"
"Oh Dal it's always a girl a guy runs for"
"Didn't your Mama tell you, you shouldn't mess with other guys girls"
"My mum died before she could tell me that lesson but my dad taught her and me to- Joey through a punch that knocked Dally down- to throw a good left swing"
Tim upon reaching Bucks was barreled down as to guys flew through the door in mid-fight. He saw the blonde hair and immediately knew Dal had found tonight's entertainment. What's it about Tim asked a Brumely guy who stood next to him,
"That girl Tara who sometimes hangs around with Dru"
The guy Dal was fighting was thrown towards him he steadied him and went to throw him back into the fight when all of a sudden he clocked Tim one.
"Bloody hell what's your deal" Tim yelled his body ready to react to the next punch
"Tara your ex soon to be my girl, bound to fight at some point why not make it now"
The fight soon escalated to the fuzz being called and the three boys soon ended up in a jail cell.
Tara heard a phone ringing in the distance and her father groggily answering it
"Tara, you want to speak to Tara, do you know what time it is"
Tara ran out but not before her father had put the phone down,
"Who was it."
"Tara I didn't want you here but I felt I had to but your recent activities will soon see you into a life of dead-end jobs and the pretty face and slutty outfits will soon turn in to wrinkles and no one likes an middle-aged tramp, it's just sad"
"Who was it and you may not believe in me but I have someone who does and I don't need anyone else and let me tell you I never wanted to be here, but the least you can do is tell a tramp who phoned her." Tara screamed
"Jack, James/
"Joey"
"Joey then, from Tulsa county jail"
"Jail! I've got to go"
"Tara I gave up caring about your activities a long time ago"
Hot love hear, I got the drive
Neighbours been bugging me I gotta hide
I am the bitch with the hot guitar
I am the air, the sun and stars
I wanna be where the boys are
I wanna fight how the boys fight
I wanna love how the boys love
I wanna be where the boys are