The Insiders

Ponytail boy sighed as he walked home from school. The socs were multiplying in numbers, getting stronger by the day and he was starting to worry. He sighed angrily, looking at the pile of socks building up in his clothes hamper. He was outnumbered in all aspects. It cast a dark shadow over his life, knowing that socks of all kinds plagued his life.

He ran a hand over his greased back hair and straightened his leather jacket. He was a small man with a slight build, as opposed to the larger builds of the other men in his crew.

"Hey boy!" Someone yelled and ponytail braced himself. When he looked back he sighed in relief, it was only Sodapop, who was about as harmful as a rock on a hot skillet.

"What are you doing walking out here all alone?" Asked Dilly and Dally, who appeared behind Sodapop and smirked. They both crossed their ankles languidly in unison.

Ponytail boy smiled hungrily, "At least you're all here to protect me now."

He pulled a switchblade out of his pocket as well as a bottle of Coca Cola. All greasers carried an arsenal of both in the case they ran into a pair of twins like this.

Both Dilly and Dally reached for the soda pop at the same time, one of the boys shoved the other harshly, and before Dilly could say anything, Johnny appeared as well.

Ponytail looked at him, he was a handsome boy. With large brown, doe-like eyes and a very lean but strong build.

Ponytails watched him stare at the bottle of liquid sugar, eyes glued to the condensation dripping off the glass. Looking defeated, he took a seat on a log nearby and flicked his eyes over to Ponytail boy, his eyes thoughtful and wanting.

Dilly and Dally smirked in unison and turned to each other.

Dally spoke rhythmically. "It seems ponytail boy has a fan-" Dilly cut off his voice with his own. "A man! A well built man!"

Ponytail boy blushed a deep red color and jerked his face away quickly as if something very interesting was up in the sky.

Sodapop smirked. "I think it's time we had a little dance." At that Dilly and Dally both ran combs through their hair and began softly performing a beautiful doo-wop song. Johnny held out a strong hand to Ponyhead and lifted him off the ground.

The sun began to set and they began to sway gently to the music, their penniless hands clutching each other's leather jackets tight, like they never wanted to let go.

Fireflies danced around the boys and lit up the trees above. Dilly and Dally were out of breath from their performance and called it a day, both still clutching the coca-cola bottle, the stalemate still unbroken.

As they were about two leave, Two-Bitch came rushing out of the darkness, speaking so fast he was almost incomprehensible to the group.

"Guys, you wouldn't believe what just happened! So I was walking down the street, minding my own business, right? And then I overheard these two guys gossiping by the fruit stand, so I hid in a nearby basket to see what all the hubbub was about. It turns out the Socs are planning an attack! So we've gotta get ready for a rumble!"

They all entered a large sewer together on the way to the rumble, their leather jackets crinkling as they walked.

"You've got a tight little ass." Ponytail said to Johnny, who blushed. Ponytail reached out and grabbed it in his hand and Johnny smiled hungrily.

"Let's take a short break from walking." Johnny suggested to the group with a wink. Dilly and Dally both looked at eachother, and a feeling of tension filled the air; perhaps anticipation?

Ponytail caught onto this too, and was looking around the dank, dark sewer in confusion. Then he felt something warm brush up against his fingers. It was the coca-cola bottle from before. It had lost all its frostiness and was now lukewarm. Dilly soberly handed it to him, waggling his eyebrows.

"I think this should go up your ass." Sodapop said, initiating the mating dance that would now continue on forward until three moons pass.

It went up his butt, and echoed through the sewer.

Dilly and Dally sat in lawn chairs they had brought from home, waiting for their turn. They both checked their identical watches.

Two-bitch donned a referee outfit and made sure to call any illegal moves that were exhibited during the occasion.

Finally, the playoffs. Where every touchdown was a score, and every score was a real time hit.

The entire town poured into the sewer, wielding foam-fingers and brightly colored jerseys. The home team was the Greasers, and the visiting team the Socs.

They were both neck and neck, the Socs' pitcher a knockout, throwing some razor sharp pitches. Ponytail was at home base, and before hitting the ball to win the game, the coca-cola bottle shot out of his butt and knocked the catcher immediately unconscious. He fell backwards and his head bounced off the concrete, echoing off the cold tile. The crowd went wild in an abrupt sea of cheers.

Even though they didn't have the shiniest tennis shoes, the Greasers really shows the Socs how to play ball.