Disclaimer: I DO own The Outsiders! Bwahaha . . . okay, I don't. I wish I did, though. I only own David and Chris. Yeah . . . sad, isn't it?
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: Thank you to everyone who have reviewed my story! I luff you guys. And thanks for the constructive criticism, because it's helping me a whole lot. X3
Anyway, here's the story.
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
I had no clue what day it was, but it didn't really matter. I didn't need to go to school. I would just be humiliated there. Plus, my head was still hurting like hell. I couldn't really see so well, but I could tell that this was a greaser's place.
I mean, the furniture wasn't all that great, and it felt like someone made a bed in it every damn week. But oh, well. It was comfortable. Some of their stuff was cracked, their TV was all dusty, and all of the rooms in their house were small. Man, this is was not the kind of life I wanted to live, but I had to.
I guessed that it was a school day, since Ponykid or whatever was at school and everyone else was at work. That left me alone at their house. My head was still throbbing, and thinking about what Chris said wasn't helping at all.
"Just 'cause we're rich doesn't really mean that we deserve to, right? I mean, it ain't our fault that we're rich, and it ain't their fault that they're poor."
Not our fault . . . Man! Why did he have to torture me like this? I didn't get it! How come he had to care so much? Why did he make me care so much? "What d'you mean . . .?" he muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair.
"Mean about what?" Standing at the doorway was Dallas, glaring at me with those ice blue eyes. God, he scared me. I can't believe some of my friends actually fought against him before. I bet they were lying when they said that they won.
"Nothing," I growled, trying not to show how scared I was. But man, I was so fucking scared that it was hard for me to resist the urge to get up and run.
"Why're you here?" He asked me that a lot.
I bit down on my lower lip. "I already told you."
"That ain't the truth, and I know it! Now what the fuck is your damn problem?" he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, which was strangling me. "Tell me already!"
"Okay, okay . . ." I managed to gasp. "I . . . got kicked out! Now let go!" By then, my voice was only a whisper, and I looked like a puppy backed up against a wall with a gun pointed at its head.
Dallas gave me a weird look—a look that I didn't understand. He immediately backed off for some reason, too. He completely shut up for a while before saying, "Sorry, man, didn't know." Holy shit. He just apologized to me, even though he still had that look that scared me.
I just remembered—I was one of "their kind" now. I didn't know what their laws were, but I had a feeling that all greasers agreed to stick together. Us Socs aren't really like that. If one of our friends does something stupid or has revealed something about them that's stupid, we just dump 'em. We also lie a whole lot, and it's really hard to find a good friend. I guess I'm lucky that Chris is my buddy . . .
And I guess that this group here's okay, too. They kind of accepted me, even though Dallas still looked at me with that threatening look. It was like he was warning me that if I was lying to him and he found out, I'd be down in a second.
"So, you're a greaser now, huh?" The expression on his face changed from "Sorry" to a grin that was mocking me.
I didn't know what to say. "Well . . ."
"Don't have a place to stay, huh?" his grin grew wider. God, he scared me and made me feel like shit!
"I guess," I muttered finally. It just hit me—nothing would be the same for me ever again. I couldn't go back to my old friends and my old ways. I had to start over again—starting with Chris.
I didn't know everything that my best friend had gone through until then. I never knew how strong that Chris was, and I know that he'll always be way stronger than me for the rest of my life.
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Author Notes: Okay, that chapter's really short, but I can't think of anything. Xx; Anyway, review and help me out here!