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"Hey Dal, who are these guys?" Soda asked.
"I'm Action, and this here dweeb is A-rab!" Action "curtsied".
"A-rab, Action?"
"Only nicknames fellas, only nicknames," A-rab assured them.
"What happened to Tony and Riff?" Dally asked snapping out of his thoughts.
"Damn Sharks, all their fault," Action scowled.
"We'll explain to ya in a minute. Is this your new gang?" A-rab pointed to the greasers. Dallas shrugged.
"You don't know?"
"My names Sodapop, and this is my little brother Ponyboy, and these are our friends Two-bit, Johnny, and Steve," Soda decided to introduce themselves being as Dally didn't seem to be doing it.
"Sodapop and Ponyboy? And you're making fun of our names?" Action chuckled.
Soda's eyebrows lowered as he glared at the hood.
"C'mon guys, cut it." Dally said to the two Jets, then turning to Soda, "Let's go back to your house and," He turned back to the Jets. "Ya'll can explain to me why exactly you're down here," Dally ordered and they all started walking. The greasers weren't very fond of these friends of Dally's. Action and A-rab weren't exactly fond of them either. They walked back to the Curtis's in an uncomfortable silence.
"This place sure ain't like New York huh?" A-rab muttered.
"It's different but ya get used to it," Dally said looking back at them. He was walking in the lead of the group, wanting to make the impression he was the leader, though he knew well enough there was no leader to their little group. Just a bunch of friends.
"I don't think I could," Action snarled at a tree.
"If you lived here ya would," and it was the truth. Dallas was as New York as a New Yorker could be. Hated trees, grass, nature in general. Wasn't a big person for intense summer heat, and loved the sky scrapers and loud noises at night. When he moved to Tulsa it was like he moved to a whole different continent not state. Now though he was as used to his new home. So used to it, he almost forgot about how New York felt to him. He figured if he forgot, it couldn't have been that important.
"Well I'll make sure I ain't ever move down here," Action assured him.
Entering the Curtis's residence once again, the boys noticed Darry was done paying bills.
"Who are they?" the eldest Curtis asked curiously.
"Action, A-rab, Darry," Dally pointed to each person as he spoke the name.
Darry looked at the young hoods skeptically.
"We're Dal's old buddies for the Big Apple. That's New York," A-rab smiled proudly.
"I know what it is. What are ya'll doing down here?"
"Well we were just about to tell Dal the same thing. Ya see, Dal," He began, "There was this new gang, the Sharks, they were trying to take over our turf.
Well, Riff set up a rumble with them about a month ago," Action started, addressing Dally, but knowing the other 6 boys were listening. "And uh, things didn't go as planned. We agreed on no weapons, a fair fight between their leader, Bernardo, and Ice. But you never know what those PR's are up to, so we brought some knives," A-rab laughed uneasily.
"Turns out the Sharks did to. Anyway, they were fighting, and then that bastard Tony," The Jets were still really mad, if it wasn't for Tony, Riff would still be alive. "Well, he got in the middle, and Bernardo started saying shit about him. Riff punched him and hey took out the blades. Bernardo down right stabbed Riff right in his chest. Then Tony took the knife from Riff and, bam two leaders dead in one night!" Action's voice rose as he repeated the events of what had happened.
"So what about Tony?" Dally asked trying hard not to picture Riff with a blade stuck in his chest, dead on the street. The way a hood would die.
"Well ya see Tony fell for Bernardo's little sister, Maria. Stupid broads, always messing things up. Well anyway after Riff got knifed Tony took off. He got killed by Chino, Bernardo's lieutenant and Maria's old boyfriend. Chino shot him." A-rab spoke with no emotion, though he was sadder than ever.
"So they're dead, what do you want me to do about it? I ain't no witch doctor that can bring 'em back to life or nothin'," Dally spoke coolly though he couldn't believe two guys he had practically grown up with, who were practically like his brothers were dead.
"We know Dal, but uh, we kinda need ourselves a leader. A leaderless gang ain't a gang. We need ya to come back to New York," Action put a hand on his shoulder.
"I can't go back to New York," Dally refused them flatly.
"Why not Dal?" A-rab looked offended. The other greasers were relieved.
"I live here now, I got stuff to take care of here."
"Dal, this is what Riff would of wanted. Think of all the times the Jets were there for ya Dally. Ya can't leave us hanging," Action tried to guilt him into it.
"Sorry boys," Dally was not changing his mind.
A-rab looked at Action and they nodded. They needed to get Ice on the phone, the toughest Jet, Dally'd listen to him.
There was Chapter 2, hope ya enjoyed it!
Ale and Hope