Disclaimer: S.E. Hinton owns the Outsiders. I own Sas.
(Did you guys know The Outsiders is on DVD? I definitely bought it.)
Sas' POV
Two-bit and I slept at his house. When I woke up he was gone. I got out of his bed and put on a shirt he had left for me. It was really big and comfy. I decided I'd keep it. I found him making breakfast in the kitchen. I walked up behind him and gave him a hug.
"Well you slept late," he said giving me a kiss on the forehead.
"I did?" I asked.
"Yeah it's after one o'clock," he told me pointing to the clock over the oven.
He went back to cooking and I sat down. I was looking at his face and arms and noticed a few bruises.
"Where'd you get those bruises Toob?" I asked him.
"Mm, was in a fight about two hours ago," he started, "Was on my way to the Curtis' so they'd know you were ok, know you were with me. Some Soc jumped me, but it's not a big deal so don't worry. Ok?"
"You were fighting?" I said for my own sake, and then mumbled, "You greasers are all the same."
He stopped what he was doing. "What'd you say?"
Someone knocked on the door as I replied, "Nothing."
"No what'd you say to me." Another knock.
"Are you going to get that?"
"Yeah, but I'm not gonna forget this, you hold on a second."
He walked off to the door and opened it.
Twobit's POV
"Hey. Have you seen Sas, we've been looking for her all day," Dally asked as he walked into my house.
"Yeah, she's in the kitchen," I told him.
We walked to my kitchen and she and Dallas exchanged greetings.
"Now, what'd you say before?" I asked her again.
"Nothing, don't worry about it!" she said getting angry.
"Hey, don't raise your voice I just want to know what the hell you said." I told her.
"Ok. Fine. Do you want to know what I said?" She yelled.
"That's what I've been asking!" I started raising my voice.
She looked at Dallas who looked confused and said, "I said that all you Greasers are alike."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked her.
"It's supposed to mean," now she was screaming, "that you always get into fights over NOTHING, drink beer, and gamble. And that's it. You guys do nothing more with your lives. You don't wish for anything greater than this. You're all just content with… this."
She started crying and I just stood there looking at her. Dallas put an arm around her and tried to calm her down but she just started crying harder. Then when I realized what I had feared since the day I met her. She was a Soc, and there was nothing to be done about it.
Soda's POV
Sas, Dallas and Two-bit walked in. Sas sat on the floor next to Johnny. She looked horrible. Her eyes were all puffy and red and she looked like she'd just gotten outta bed.
"Sassy what's wrong?" Johnny asked.
"Nothing Johnnycakes, don't worry about it," she replied with a gloomy look.
She got up and walked to Pony and my room. She closed the door quietly behind her.
"What happened?" Darry asked.
We could hear muffled sobs from behind the closed door.
"She's a Soc. It's as simple as that," Two-bit said while sitting down.
"My cousin ain't a Soc," Johnny said.
"Oh come off it Johnny. She's been a Soc from the day she was born. She hates Greasers."
"Maybe she just hates you," Steve offered.
She opened the door and poked her head out.
"Toob, can you come here a sec?" She whispered.
He sighed and joined her in my room. Didn't I tell ya livin' with her was hard?