sry I haven't updated in a while.........I really didn't want to write
about gangs recently.....I got mugged outside my school......so it's kind
of a touchy subject......but I love the outsiders and I love west side
story so I'm gonna forge on........and I love all you fans, so I would hate
to disappoint anyone.....so, when we left off, the war council had
concluded and dally had some mixed feelings about Nicola.........so, let's
move on.....also, only a few weeks left until I delete my two oldest
outsiders stories, Only Hope and the Start of Something Good (gone February
11th...maybe).....so, if you want to read them...you better put a little
extra hitch in your giddy-up and read them before they're gone
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own West Side Story or The Outsiders...thought you
ought to know (faints on the floor)
*Dally's P.O.V.*
"How the hell do you sleep in here?" I asked Riff. "It's burning hot."
"It usually ain't so bad. There's usually only two guys, not nine in here," he answered.
"I ain't never gonna be able to rest up for the rumble," I said.
"Then quit your whining and go sleep on the roof or the fire escape," Tony said.
"Fine, I think I will," I said, picking up my blanket and pillow. The guys were all asleep on the floor, so I was careful not to step on Pony or Johnny. However, I had no problem plowing my foot right into Two-Bit and Steve's stomach and crotch, respectively. (A/N That's gotta hurt) I went through the hallway and to the stairs that led to the roof.
I saw someone sitting at the edge of the roof, smoking a cigarette and humming to themselves. It took me a few seconds to realize it was Nicola. I still didn't recognize her in all of her girly clothes, especially a pink night gown. All of a sudden she stood up and started belting out " All the music of life seems to be like a bell that is ringing for me!
And from the way that I feel when that bell starts to peal, I could swear I was falling, I would swear I was falling, It's almost like being-" at which point she turned around and saw me. (A/N Song is 'Almost Like Being In Love' from Brigadoon....I highly suggest hearing the version performed by Gene Kelly.) She immediately stopped and turned bright red.
"Why sir," she said in her fake southern accent. "You should have made your presence known."
"You ain't no Scarlett O'Hara," I replied. "You ain't even a real lady...or a southerner for that matter."
"Oh," she said in her real voice. "You could at least play along!"
"Nah," I said. "And what was the sudden song and dance outburst about?"
"Boredom," she said. She took a drag on her cigarette and flicked the ashes to the ground. "That's what usually brings me up here. Or when I need to get away."
"Away from what?"
She let out a long sigh. "Everything."
"Whadda ya mean: Everything? Your life ain't that bad."
"You try living it some time. Everything's been a mess since my dad left."
I remembered getting a letter about three weeks after I had moved to Tulsa about her father walking out on her mother.
"I never found out," I said. "Why'd he leave?"
"Because he was a dick," she spat out. "First it was money...and then, you know how old fashioned my father was, it was because there were three of us girls and only Tony. And he finally left when my mom said she wanted to take Riff in. I just woke up the morning Riff was supposed to move in and saw Mama holding Sonya and Cecile crying. Tony was crying too. That was what scared me most: Tony crying. I'd never seen him cry before, even when we were little."
"But Nicky," I said. "A lot of people's fathers leave. And they pull everything back together."
"Yeah, well I couldn't."
"But you had the gang to help you, didn't you?" I said.
"Pffft...the gang just made it worse."
"How?" I asked in disbelief. I had never heard a Jet, girl or not, talk bad of the gang.
"They never understood the concept of alone time. Sometimes I just wanted to be left alone. But when I needed them, they were never there. They were out making trouble with other boys. Do you realize that I have never had a friend that wasn't a Jet until you brought your friends up here? Not in 16 years."
"But, they all look out for you. It's better than being left alone."
"I can't stand them. Not a one of them."
"Not even your dearest love?" I asked.
"I never said he was my dearest love," she said defensively. She took a deep breath. "I don't know about A-Rab anymore. Sometimes I can't imagine being without him. But other times- most of the time- just the thought of him putting his arm around me makes me feel sick."
"Why?" I asked. I was interested. No one ever told me this much.
"He's such a jerk sometimes. He thinks he owns me. And I am no one's property."
I just nodded in response to her comments. I didn't really know what to say that wouldn't piss her off.
"You know the day the Hawks attacked me, he beat up the guy who saved me. Just 'cause they weren't Jets."
"I wanted to ask you," I said. "What happened with the Hawks?"
"Nothing really," she said. "I was walking home from Graziella's one night. I was by myself because A-Rab had forgotten to meet me again. But I figured I was okay because I was on my turf. Then a couple of Hawks came out of an alley- they really dig hanging out in alleys for some reason- and started following me down the block. They were yelling stuff at me, just a few insults, so I turned around and gave them the finger. Then as I passed the next alley a few more came out and pulled me in. They started touching me and stuff....when a Puerto Rican boy and his girl walked by. A few Hawks walked out and started bothering the girl. The guy pulled a blade and a few of them ran. Then he saw me in the alley and got rid of the ones around me. He offered to walk me home. His name was like Bernardo...and I think the girl was Anita. Like two blocks from my house, A-Rab and like three other guys ran into us. They literally ran into us-they were pretty drunk. They had Baby John walk me home and I heard they beat up Bernardo. How stupid are they? We could have had someone to help us fight the Hawks, but they just created another enemy."
"Puerto Ricans? When'd they get here?" I asked. There weren't any Puerto Ricans in our neighborhood when I left.
"At the beginning of the year. A lot keep coming. And the guys are such jerks to them. Don't they understand? The Puerto Ricans are immigrants-just like our parents were. They don't understand anything."
"Not everyone's gonna understand everything, Nicky," I said, moving closer to her.
"Nicola," she corrected as she turned to face me.
"Yes, Nicola," I said as I moved even closer to her. She moved her face closer to mine, and our lips met. All kind of thoughts ran through my head. I was betraying my gang, I was kissing Tony's sister....A-Rab's girlfriend....little Nicky....when I heard
"Nicky! Dallas!"
I turned to see Tony standing there. ****pffft....I don't like it....to lazy to change it......and my cat bit me.....so I have to go wash the blood off my hand so, this is what you're getting...sry.....
"How the hell do you sleep in here?" I asked Riff. "It's burning hot."
"It usually ain't so bad. There's usually only two guys, not nine in here," he answered.
"I ain't never gonna be able to rest up for the rumble," I said.
"Then quit your whining and go sleep on the roof or the fire escape," Tony said.
"Fine, I think I will," I said, picking up my blanket and pillow. The guys were all asleep on the floor, so I was careful not to step on Pony or Johnny. However, I had no problem plowing my foot right into Two-Bit and Steve's stomach and crotch, respectively. (A/N That's gotta hurt) I went through the hallway and to the stairs that led to the roof.
I saw someone sitting at the edge of the roof, smoking a cigarette and humming to themselves. It took me a few seconds to realize it was Nicola. I still didn't recognize her in all of her girly clothes, especially a pink night gown. All of a sudden she stood up and started belting out " All the music of life seems to be like a bell that is ringing for me!
And from the way that I feel when that bell starts to peal, I could swear I was falling, I would swear I was falling, It's almost like being-" at which point she turned around and saw me. (A/N Song is 'Almost Like Being In Love' from Brigadoon....I highly suggest hearing the version performed by Gene Kelly.) She immediately stopped and turned bright red.
"Why sir," she said in her fake southern accent. "You should have made your presence known."
"You ain't no Scarlett O'Hara," I replied. "You ain't even a real lady...or a southerner for that matter."
"Oh," she said in her real voice. "You could at least play along!"
"Nah," I said. "And what was the sudden song and dance outburst about?"
"Boredom," she said. She took a drag on her cigarette and flicked the ashes to the ground. "That's what usually brings me up here. Or when I need to get away."
"Away from what?"
She let out a long sigh. "Everything."
"Whadda ya mean: Everything? Your life ain't that bad."
"You try living it some time. Everything's been a mess since my dad left."
I remembered getting a letter about three weeks after I had moved to Tulsa about her father walking out on her mother.
"I never found out," I said. "Why'd he leave?"
"Because he was a dick," she spat out. "First it was money...and then, you know how old fashioned my father was, it was because there were three of us girls and only Tony. And he finally left when my mom said she wanted to take Riff in. I just woke up the morning Riff was supposed to move in and saw Mama holding Sonya and Cecile crying. Tony was crying too. That was what scared me most: Tony crying. I'd never seen him cry before, even when we were little."
"But Nicky," I said. "A lot of people's fathers leave. And they pull everything back together."
"Yeah, well I couldn't."
"But you had the gang to help you, didn't you?" I said.
"Pffft...the gang just made it worse."
"How?" I asked in disbelief. I had never heard a Jet, girl or not, talk bad of the gang.
"They never understood the concept of alone time. Sometimes I just wanted to be left alone. But when I needed them, they were never there. They were out making trouble with other boys. Do you realize that I have never had a friend that wasn't a Jet until you brought your friends up here? Not in 16 years."
"But, they all look out for you. It's better than being left alone."
"I can't stand them. Not a one of them."
"Not even your dearest love?" I asked.
"I never said he was my dearest love," she said defensively. She took a deep breath. "I don't know about A-Rab anymore. Sometimes I can't imagine being without him. But other times- most of the time- just the thought of him putting his arm around me makes me feel sick."
"Why?" I asked. I was interested. No one ever told me this much.
"He's such a jerk sometimes. He thinks he owns me. And I am no one's property."
I just nodded in response to her comments. I didn't really know what to say that wouldn't piss her off.
"You know the day the Hawks attacked me, he beat up the guy who saved me. Just 'cause they weren't Jets."
"I wanted to ask you," I said. "What happened with the Hawks?"
"Nothing really," she said. "I was walking home from Graziella's one night. I was by myself because A-Rab had forgotten to meet me again. But I figured I was okay because I was on my turf. Then a couple of Hawks came out of an alley- they really dig hanging out in alleys for some reason- and started following me down the block. They were yelling stuff at me, just a few insults, so I turned around and gave them the finger. Then as I passed the next alley a few more came out and pulled me in. They started touching me and stuff....when a Puerto Rican boy and his girl walked by. A few Hawks walked out and started bothering the girl. The guy pulled a blade and a few of them ran. Then he saw me in the alley and got rid of the ones around me. He offered to walk me home. His name was like Bernardo...and I think the girl was Anita. Like two blocks from my house, A-Rab and like three other guys ran into us. They literally ran into us-they were pretty drunk. They had Baby John walk me home and I heard they beat up Bernardo. How stupid are they? We could have had someone to help us fight the Hawks, but they just created another enemy."
"Puerto Ricans? When'd they get here?" I asked. There weren't any Puerto Ricans in our neighborhood when I left.
"At the beginning of the year. A lot keep coming. And the guys are such jerks to them. Don't they understand? The Puerto Ricans are immigrants-just like our parents were. They don't understand anything."
"Not everyone's gonna understand everything, Nicky," I said, moving closer to her.
"Nicola," she corrected as she turned to face me.
"Yes, Nicola," I said as I moved even closer to her. She moved her face closer to mine, and our lips met. All kind of thoughts ran through my head. I was betraying my gang, I was kissing Tony's sister....A-Rab's girlfriend....little Nicky....when I heard
"Nicky! Dallas!"
I turned to see Tony standing there. ****pffft....I don't like it....to lazy to change it......and my cat bit me.....so I have to go wash the blood off my hand so, this is what you're getting...sry.....