Yay. I only write fics when my modem decides to die, so I guess that means I'll write the second chapter. If you read the first two chapter things, thank
you very much, I hope you liked them.
Disclaimer: I do not own the book, the Outsiders.
"So, what do you wanna do, send him a cake or somethin'?" Steve asked.
"Nah, I heard 'bout him, and the rumor is, he's been in and outta the cooler since he was ten. And, he looks pretty tough. Maybe we should talk to him."
"Yeah, lets go right now!" Soda said, jumping up. "I haven't done anything for a while."
"No, your not going anywhere. Remember what your father said? Your'e not going anywhere, but I'm going to go to the grocery store now." Mrs. Curtis said.
Soda sighed, and sat back down. Well, ya'll can go visit him, and I'll just sit here."
"No, Ponyboy, your going to school, if Two-bit isn't going, then come with me." Mrs. Curtis said.
I knew I had to go to school anyways, so I grabbed my backpack, and went off with my mom in our truck.
When I got home from school, I found Soda asleep on my bed, I didn't want to wake him up, so I put my bag down, and quietly left. I figured Two-bit and
the boys went to that new kid's home, because I didn't see them at school. I wondered if he would be a Greaser, like us, or maybe he would be like Tim
Shepard, a hood, who I knew would end up dead for robbing a store or something later on. I didn't have to wait to long to find out. Soda walked out my
door, and yawned.
"Hey Pony, how was school?" he asked sleepily. I shrugged. "Okay, I guess. I didn't learn nothing new." Soda sat down next to me, and grinned.
"Ya know, Steve and 'em, they went to visit Dallas Winston. An' they told me he wasn't real friendly. He's real tough. The boys went to the DX, but I
couldn' go, cause mom wouldn't let me." Soda stated. "I wanna go an' see this Dallas too. But, dad won't let me go until my arm get better."
Soda leaned back in his chair, and put his good hand behind his head, and pouted. "Its not fair. Those stupid Socs have to come and mess up my arm."
I just nodded. I didn't see why Sodapop wanted to go see the new kid so bad. He was just a normal guy, and it sounded like he didn't wanna be a Greaser.
"Hey Soda, I'm gonna go do my homework now, okay?" I told Soda. He nodded, and when I stood up to leave, two strong hands pushed me back down.
"Boo!" it was Darry's voice. I turned to see Darry's grinning face. He played with my hair and said, "Hey kid, how was school?"
I shrugged again, and asked, "How was work?" Darry works by roofing houses, and doing other things that people need done.
"Okay, I guess. This one lady gave me a 'tip' of one hundred dollars. I think she liked me." Darry replied.
Soda sat up. "Hundred dollars? Was this a Soc? Whatchya gonna do with one hundred dollars?" Soda asked.
Darry raised his eyebrows. "She looked like a Soc, her house was big enough. I guess I'm gonna give the money to mom and dad. I'm going there tommorow
too, she say that her other house needs to be roofed, because the storm broke it last week."
Soda leaned back in his chair again. "Darry, if you wanna roof a rich Soc's house, and the Soc is flirtin' with you, you'd better tell Manda."
Darry usually doesn't go out much, and dates only once in a while. But, when the boys went out to a club, Darry went too, and met this girl, Manda, and
they've been going out for a long time. Manda isn't like the Greaser girls, who wear almost no clothing and a lot of make up. She's real pretty, and
she's in the middle class. Manda wouldn't date a guy like Two-bit or Steve. Darry could be a Soc if he wanted.
Darry shrugged and said, "Why should I tell Manda? I'm not going to date this lady."
Soda grinned and said, "Well, if the Soc gives you any more money, maybe you can give some to me."
Darry laughed as he walked off to take a shower. I stood up again, to do my homework, but the door opened, and Steve, Two-bit and Johnny stepped in.
"Hey Pony, wanna go out and visit the new kid, Dallas again?" Two-bit asked.
"Again? I didn't get to see him yet." I replied.
"Yeah, he acted tuff, and told us to go away. But Two-bit wants to go bother him again." Johnny said.
"Alright, lets go." I said. I don't know why, but it seemed like Two-bit liked Dallas.
"Hey, Steve, ya goin or not?" Two-bit asked. Steve sat down next to Sodapop and shook his head.
"I don't think so. I'll stay here and play cards with Soda. Its more fun then going to some guy's house, and then leaving without even doin' nothing."
Two-bit shrugged, and we left.
Two-bit pulled up in front of his house, and we got out. Johnny and Two-bit walked up the pathway to the guy's house. I looked at it. From the outside,
it looked like a normal small house. I walked up the pathway behind Johnny and Two-bit. Two-bit rang the doorbell, and after ten seconds, he rang it
again and again. Finally, a tall guy with dirty blonde hair opened the door. He was wearing a shirt and pants, so he wasn't sleeping.
"What the HELL do you want? Stop FUCKING bothering me!" he yelled.
We all just stood there. It wasn't anything we hadn't heard before.
"We're just here to visit, not like wer'e the cops or nothin'." Two-bit said, grinning.
"Yeah, if I had ordered a freakin' welcoming party, I woulda asked for someone that actually looks decent enough." Dallas said.
"So.. can we come in?" Two-bit asked.
"What if I say no?" Dallas replied.
"We'll come back tommorow, and ask the same thing." Two-bit said.
Dallas sighed, and opened the door a little more and walked in. After a couple of seconds, he asked, "What? Do you want a written invatation?"
We walked in, and Dallas asked, "What are you guys, the friendly neighborhood hoods?"
"Thats us! A normal Greaser here for ya!" Two-bit said. "So, whats your name?"
I guess Two-bit was trying to start a conversation. I guess he got one.
"Dallas Winston, but you can call me Dally, if I let you."
After that statment, Two-bit raised his eyebrow, and asked, "Then why tell us if you don't want us calling you that?"
Dallas shrugged, and said, "Names?"
"Two-bit Matthews." Two-bit said. "Johnny Cade." Johnny said, the first time he had spoken there. "Ponyboy Curtis." I said.
Dallas laughed. "An' this is ya'll's real names? Two-bit, Ponyboy?" Thats why I hate telling people my name.
I nodded, and said, "My name is Ponyboy, I'm not lying, it was on my birth certificate."
"My real name is Keith, not like anybody can remember that name anyway." Two-bit said.
"And I thought Dallas was a stupid name." Dallas said. "It looks like Johnny Cake is the only guy with a normal name."
"Johnny CADE." Johnny said, with as much emphasis he could.
"Yeah, okay." Dallas said. "Were you really put in jail when you were ten?" I asked.
Dallas turned to face me. "Where'd you hear that?" he asked.
"Um.. rumor.." I stuttered.
"Yeah. I've been in the cooler more than you've ever known. You should see my record." Dallas laughed. "New York is filled with criminals. I guess I
left 'cause the guys down at the station knew my name and my record by heart. It don't look like this place has anything to get in trouble with."
After that statement, it was easy to talk to Dallas. But, it was eight, and I had to get home, and Two-bit knew it too.
"We've got to go. Bye Dally." Two-bit said, as he stood up, and walked out the door. Dally just nodded, and after Johnny and I walked out the door, he
closed it. Maybe Dally would become a Greaser after all, I thought on the ride home. Who knows. Probably not.
Well, if you liked this short chapter, please review! Thanks so much! :)
you very much, I hope you liked them.
Disclaimer: I do not own the book, the Outsiders.
"So, what do you wanna do, send him a cake or somethin'?" Steve asked.
"Nah, I heard 'bout him, and the rumor is, he's been in and outta the cooler since he was ten. And, he looks pretty tough. Maybe we should talk to him."
"Yeah, lets go right now!" Soda said, jumping up. "I haven't done anything for a while."
"No, your not going anywhere. Remember what your father said? Your'e not going anywhere, but I'm going to go to the grocery store now." Mrs. Curtis said.
Soda sighed, and sat back down. Well, ya'll can go visit him, and I'll just sit here."
"No, Ponyboy, your going to school, if Two-bit isn't going, then come with me." Mrs. Curtis said.
I knew I had to go to school anyways, so I grabbed my backpack, and went off with my mom in our truck.
When I got home from school, I found Soda asleep on my bed, I didn't want to wake him up, so I put my bag down, and quietly left. I figured Two-bit and
the boys went to that new kid's home, because I didn't see them at school. I wondered if he would be a Greaser, like us, or maybe he would be like Tim
Shepard, a hood, who I knew would end up dead for robbing a store or something later on. I didn't have to wait to long to find out. Soda walked out my
door, and yawned.
"Hey Pony, how was school?" he asked sleepily. I shrugged. "Okay, I guess. I didn't learn nothing new." Soda sat down next to me, and grinned.
"Ya know, Steve and 'em, they went to visit Dallas Winston. An' they told me he wasn't real friendly. He's real tough. The boys went to the DX, but I
couldn' go, cause mom wouldn't let me." Soda stated. "I wanna go an' see this Dallas too. But, dad won't let me go until my arm get better."
Soda leaned back in his chair, and put his good hand behind his head, and pouted. "Its not fair. Those stupid Socs have to come and mess up my arm."
I just nodded. I didn't see why Sodapop wanted to go see the new kid so bad. He was just a normal guy, and it sounded like he didn't wanna be a Greaser.
"Hey Soda, I'm gonna go do my homework now, okay?" I told Soda. He nodded, and when I stood up to leave, two strong hands pushed me back down.
"Boo!" it was Darry's voice. I turned to see Darry's grinning face. He played with my hair and said, "Hey kid, how was school?"
I shrugged again, and asked, "How was work?" Darry works by roofing houses, and doing other things that people need done.
"Okay, I guess. This one lady gave me a 'tip' of one hundred dollars. I think she liked me." Darry replied.
Soda sat up. "Hundred dollars? Was this a Soc? Whatchya gonna do with one hundred dollars?" Soda asked.
Darry raised his eyebrows. "She looked like a Soc, her house was big enough. I guess I'm gonna give the money to mom and dad. I'm going there tommorow
too, she say that her other house needs to be roofed, because the storm broke it last week."
Soda leaned back in his chair again. "Darry, if you wanna roof a rich Soc's house, and the Soc is flirtin' with you, you'd better tell Manda."
Darry usually doesn't go out much, and dates only once in a while. But, when the boys went out to a club, Darry went too, and met this girl, Manda, and
they've been going out for a long time. Manda isn't like the Greaser girls, who wear almost no clothing and a lot of make up. She's real pretty, and
she's in the middle class. Manda wouldn't date a guy like Two-bit or Steve. Darry could be a Soc if he wanted.
Darry shrugged and said, "Why should I tell Manda? I'm not going to date this lady."
Soda grinned and said, "Well, if the Soc gives you any more money, maybe you can give some to me."
Darry laughed as he walked off to take a shower. I stood up again, to do my homework, but the door opened, and Steve, Two-bit and Johnny stepped in.
"Hey Pony, wanna go out and visit the new kid, Dallas again?" Two-bit asked.
"Again? I didn't get to see him yet." I replied.
"Yeah, he acted tuff, and told us to go away. But Two-bit wants to go bother him again." Johnny said.
"Alright, lets go." I said. I don't know why, but it seemed like Two-bit liked Dallas.
"Hey, Steve, ya goin or not?" Two-bit asked. Steve sat down next to Sodapop and shook his head.
"I don't think so. I'll stay here and play cards with Soda. Its more fun then going to some guy's house, and then leaving without even doin' nothing."
Two-bit shrugged, and we left.
Two-bit pulled up in front of his house, and we got out. Johnny and Two-bit walked up the pathway to the guy's house. I looked at it. From the outside,
it looked like a normal small house. I walked up the pathway behind Johnny and Two-bit. Two-bit rang the doorbell, and after ten seconds, he rang it
again and again. Finally, a tall guy with dirty blonde hair opened the door. He was wearing a shirt and pants, so he wasn't sleeping.
"What the HELL do you want? Stop FUCKING bothering me!" he yelled.
We all just stood there. It wasn't anything we hadn't heard before.
"We're just here to visit, not like wer'e the cops or nothin'." Two-bit said, grinning.
"Yeah, if I had ordered a freakin' welcoming party, I woulda asked for someone that actually looks decent enough." Dallas said.
"So.. can we come in?" Two-bit asked.
"What if I say no?" Dallas replied.
"We'll come back tommorow, and ask the same thing." Two-bit said.
Dallas sighed, and opened the door a little more and walked in. After a couple of seconds, he asked, "What? Do you want a written invatation?"
We walked in, and Dallas asked, "What are you guys, the friendly neighborhood hoods?"
"Thats us! A normal Greaser here for ya!" Two-bit said. "So, whats your name?"
I guess Two-bit was trying to start a conversation. I guess he got one.
"Dallas Winston, but you can call me Dally, if I let you."
After that statment, Two-bit raised his eyebrow, and asked, "Then why tell us if you don't want us calling you that?"
Dallas shrugged, and said, "Names?"
"Two-bit Matthews." Two-bit said. "Johnny Cade." Johnny said, the first time he had spoken there. "Ponyboy Curtis." I said.
Dallas laughed. "An' this is ya'll's real names? Two-bit, Ponyboy?" Thats why I hate telling people my name.
I nodded, and said, "My name is Ponyboy, I'm not lying, it was on my birth certificate."
"My real name is Keith, not like anybody can remember that name anyway." Two-bit said.
"And I thought Dallas was a stupid name." Dallas said. "It looks like Johnny Cake is the only guy with a normal name."
"Johnny CADE." Johnny said, with as much emphasis he could.
"Yeah, okay." Dallas said. "Were you really put in jail when you were ten?" I asked.
Dallas turned to face me. "Where'd you hear that?" he asked.
"Um.. rumor.." I stuttered.
"Yeah. I've been in the cooler more than you've ever known. You should see my record." Dallas laughed. "New York is filled with criminals. I guess I
left 'cause the guys down at the station knew my name and my record by heart. It don't look like this place has anything to get in trouble with."
After that statement, it was easy to talk to Dallas. But, it was eight, and I had to get home, and Two-bit knew it too.
"We've got to go. Bye Dally." Two-bit said, as he stood up, and walked out the door. Dally just nodded, and after Johnny and I walked out the door, he
closed it. Maybe Dally would become a Greaser after all, I thought on the ride home. Who knows. Probably not.
Well, if you liked this short chapter, please review! Thanks so much! :)