I don't own The Outsiders. Not only does Dally dress up, our oldest greaser does too. And Two-Bit? He's kinda bad off.
Dally POV
"I know he has a wig somewhere around here..." I muttered to myself. I began to snoop around. There was a long, brown haired wig in a closet. I took it then took out my knife. I cut it short as best as I could. I hoped it looked better when I put it on. It was a good thing Two-Bit and I were the same sizes. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and slid on the white pants. Then, I slid on the white polo, then puled the madras over it. I folded my hair to the top of my head and pulled on the wig. Damn, this felt so wrong in so many ways. I went to his bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked a lot different; I didn't look too hot with brown hair instead of blonde. But the clothing fit me pretty well so I guessed that was a good sign. I used his comb to neaten my wig so I'd look like a damned Soc.
"I guess that's that." I muttered, leaving the bathroom. I found a knife on his dresser and took it, sliding it into my pocket just in case. Two knives. I rubbed my hands down on my pants an left his room. Going down the stairs, I saw Soda and Darry sitting on the couch, waiting for me. Darry looked up first. He got up and had a look in his eye like he'd kill me.
"What are you doing here, you Soc?" he asked with his teeth clenched.
"Shut up, Darrel." I said. He froze and looked at me as I came up to him.
"Dallas?"
"What?"
"What happened to your hair?"
"It's a wig, you idiot." Soda was staring at me too.
"I remember that wig," he said, "It was the one that Two-Bit used to trick me and Steve." I grinned.
"So I really look like a Soc?"
"Hell you do." Soda said.
"That's the idea." I said, messing with the wig.
"Why?"
"Cause I'm gonna go look for him personally."
–x-X-x–
Two-Bit POV
I kicked off the guy, causing extreme pain to my leg, "What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed. The gag was now hanging at my neck. I swear, if my arms weren't tied, I'd so choke him right now. He was looking at me, grinning like a fag. His hand made it's way to my upper thigh. I growled low in my throat at him. "Dude, back off."
"Who's gonna make me?" He asked, going higher. My hands were reaching for my pocket knife, like I always did, but it wasn't there. I remember the police taking it from me. I just had to hope someone would come down here and help me out. I realized he was working with my belt.
"Stop it, fag." I said. He ignored me and got it off. I rolled my eyes. This was bugging me. I worked my hands, scratching the rope binding my hands. I felt it beginning to work, but I bet my hands will be bleeding when I was done. Damn, my legs were throbbing. He was now lifting my shirt up and began to lick me. Okay, yuck. I swear, I'm gonna barf on him, but I'd only be so lucky. Guess I wasn't.
–x-X-x–
Dally POV
Darry refused for me to go alone, but he didn't have any Soc clothes. Or... so I thought. He had gone down to his house, leaving me and Soda alone. I glanced at him and found him giggling at me.
"What?"
"You look weird."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Soda, shut up."
"Okay." There was a silence, "But you do look funny." I slapped him across the head, making him whine like a hurt puppy. I just stared at him. Now, all we had to do was wait for Darry to return. He rolled up in his blue ford, dressed in one of those jock jackets and tan pants. NO hair grease either, and he had what looked like a blonde wig. I noticed the jacket had his high schools logo on it.
"Get in Dallas." he ordered. I did then looked back at Soda, who was frowning at us. "What is it, Pepsi-Cola?"
"I feel so left out." he said.
"Get in, Soda, we can use you for something. Like we kidnapped you or something." I said, making Darry glare at me.
"We can't use him like that."
"Soda, do you wanna help like that?" I asked. Soda looked at Darry for a moment.
"Can I, Dar?" he asked, giving him puppy-dog eyes. Darry couldn't stand puppy-dog eyes. He opened the door and pulled his seat up for Soda to climb in. Soda got in, repeating thank you over and over again. I smiled at his enthusiasm. As we sped down the road, I stared at Dar. A blonde Darry? Geez, this was scary.
"Darry, where'd you get the wig?"
"Halloween. Pony made me dress up. I cut it short though."
"What were you?"
"You."
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