Grease vs. Grease
the struggle of the streets
This is my first fan fiction story, and I am not a great writer. I have good ideas I just can't put them down on paper the same way I imagine them. Please review once I'm finished, and also please don't be harsh. -This story is related to the theme of the Outsiders. I don't own the characters.The events in the book have not happened, and there are a few character changes. Pony boy, is replaced with Steve, and a new character is created, a girl named Mere, who is 17. Soda pop Curtis is now Johnny's brother. -Also please keep in mind that I haven't read the book in years, and this is actually a dream I had years ago.
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CURTIS:
NAME: Darry Curtis
AGE: 21
NAME: Steve Curtis
AGE: 19
NAME: Mere Curtis AGE: 17
CADE:
NAME: Sodapop Cade
AGE: 18 almost 19
NAME: Johnny Cade
AGE: 16
THE REST OF THE GANG:
NAME: Two-bit Matthews
AGE: 18
NAME: Dallas Winston AGE: 17
"Hey! Wake up you lazy bums! Stevie! Mere! Get you lazy bums out of those beds! NOW!"
Moan "Jesus" Mere rolls over in bed and hides under the sheet in hopes of getting a little more sleep. She had only a sliver of sleep that night, and even though she can live with only a couple of hours of sleep a night last night seemed to be different. She had been tossing and turning until she decided to get some studying done, when she had fallen asleep doing chemistry. Nothing puts you to sleep faster than Chemistry.
"Mere! Don't make me go in there! Today's your turn to clean up." realizing that she couldn't possibly get anymore sleep Mere got up out of her small, stained mattress that rested in the corner of the small, prison-like room. She put on a loose fitting sweater over top of her T-shirt and went into the main room of the house she shared with her two brothers.
"Alright, man chill I'm awake. You can shut up now." Mere's voice was low and absent from sleep. She yawned and walked over to their fridge and took out a piece of chocolate cake for breakfast. Darry had made the cake the night before and put it in the fridge for their breakfast as he does every night.
"Hurry up, Geek wad; you gotta go to school soon. If you weren't so slow getting up, I could have left to go to work already. If I get in trouble for being late again, it's on your ass." Darry was running around getting ready for work as Steve got out of the shower.
"Showers free, if any of you smellies need it." Steve pulled an old gray shirt over his head and started greasing up his hair. As Mere walked to the bathroom, Darry sent her a sneering look.
"No! Your making me late enough as it is." He grabbed her hand and pulled her outside. Mere winced at the cold and got behind Darry in their car. It was an old, blue car that looked like it would break apart any minute. Steve strolled out of the house and plopped himself in the passenger seat.
"Hey guys guess who's getting back from school tonight. It's Soda. Johnny told me, but it's on the hush, he doesn't want his parents to know, being so pissed he left and all." A huge smile came on Steve's face,
"Hey, maybe he could hang out here for a while, you know till he moves in with Sandy." "Hey, if he's okay with sleeping on the couch its fine with me, he's like family." Steve knew Darry would agree, Steve and Sodapop had been best friends since they were little kids. Nothing got between these two, not even Sandy Draper, who was Steve's girlfriend until she fell in love with Soda and left him.
"Okay, I'll see you after practice, and don't get into trouble. I don't want your high priced, high nosed principal to ask for a meeting again." Mere got out of the car and ran past a sign saying "Thomas Bastion's School for the gifted".
"I still can't believe she got into that soc-fest of a school. Grease in a soc's world, who'da figured." The car blew out exhaust as it sped away from the school, leaving its mark in the high priced gravel.
"Miss Curtis, make yourself at home, and please put your dirty, slimy feet on our desks. Miss Curtis are you even listening to me? Miss Curtis!"
"Hmm, what? What was the question Ms Carter?" With that the teacher's face went blood red in fury. Ah crap, what have I done now?
"If you were listening Miss Curtis you would know what I was saying, now please remove those scum feet from the furniture and answer this question on the board. Hopefully that will teach you to pay attention during class instead of snoozing." Pleased with herself the teacher smiled and moved out of the way of the chalkboard. Mere looked up at the question for a couple of seconds, and turned to the teacher.
"I'm sorry miss, but I can't answer that question." Her pleased smile turned smug. "Well, well, well. Next time you'll pay attention, now-"
"It's not a matter of paying attention; it's not possible to answer that question." "Sadly, you are wrong Mere, it can be answered, Deborah would yo-" "Then answer it, yourself."
Mere sent her teacher a challenging glare, which was returned with pure fury. Accepting the challenge the teacher turned to the board and began answering the math question. She paused momentarily, horrified, and erased the board.
"I will see you after school Miss Curtis." Jesus, I'm going to be late for practice again! Rotten teacher! Disgusted Mere grunted and nodded back to sleep.
She ran through the halls to get to the gym in time, she didn't want to be kicked off the team because of a stubborn old hag teacher with a grudge. She turned a corner and ran into Joe Clark, the captain of the football team, and his gang.
"So, you think your so special, eh greaser? You may be in this school, but that doesn't make you scum any less. Hey guys, I think we should teach this trash a lesson, out back." Two big guys pulled Mere by the arms outside. Once they released her they surrounded her in a circle, kicking dirt at her. There were 3 guys, all big, and all socials.