Well guys, this one wasn't really my idea--well--strike that--it was--but it's not intended to be an ACTUAL story that I'm serious about. This one is actually dedicated to my friends who--like me--are obsessed (or in the process of getting obsessed of--after SodapopcurtisDX and I MADE them) of The Outsiders. LOL--ya'll know who y' are! We talk about this at school all the time!
And to anyone else who is actually one bit (or two-bit--get it? ha--I'm an idiot...) interested in this--read on baby! read on!
Throughout to story, I'll be doing different characters POV's, so stay sharp!
Also--I might just be letting my friends have a crack at this writing business--maybe! lol--we'll see, but If I let them, I'll tell ya so in the beginning of the chapter.
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Chapter one: The Beginning
Disclaimer: I, in no way, own The Outsiders...
"Darry! I'm sick of this! You need a break--a serious one! You're working way too much!" Pony whined helplessly, "Take a vacation! A break! Some time off! Anything! Please!"
It was the same old story... Darry was over stressing and overworking--with not even enough pay. This time, he had pulled several muscles in his back.
"You can't keep goin on like this Darry!" Soda pleaded--backing up Ponyboy.
It was Thursday night--around 10:30. The three were in the living room, Darry was face down on the couch, while Pony and Soda stood over them--several ice-packs and other remedies in hand.
"It ain't that simple you two..." Darry explained, sitting up and sliding his shirt back on. "That old pissy coop of a boss won't even give me an hour off..."
"Who says you need to ask!" Pony barked.
"Ya--just take a few days off--maybe even a week--if your boss doesn't take you back, then we'll get you another job!" Soda laughed.
Darry just shook his head, "It's too risky..."
"C'mon Darry!"
"Please?" Soda threw an attempt at pouting his lip for a puppy-dog face.
Darry let out a sigh, "Guys... seriously--it's not that simple..."
"Darry!"
"I said no..."
"Oh ya?" Soda walked over to the phone--a mischievous look in his eye, "What's your bosses number?"
Darry mumbled out the phone number, a confused look in his face as he watched Soda dial the numbers.
Pony, who had figured out Soda's little plan, started a muffled laugh.
"Good luck." he mumbled.
"Hiya! My name's Sodapop Curtis, I'm--" he paused and looked over at Darry, "Darrel Curtis' brother, I'm calling ya to ask a favor..."
Darry's confusion and Pony's curiosity continued to grow.
"Ya--a favor..." his smile widened, "I want you to give my good brother some time off... ya... time off... uh huh... ya--you heard me right. Ya I'll say it again--give my brother time off." he stressed the words as he said them. "Why should you give him off--you ask?" his smile vanished instantly, "because--he works for you with all for his heart and soul devoted to the crap you give him, and you still don't pay him enough! Ya, you heard me! Oh--that's the gave you want to play? Well I'll tell you this, if you don't, you'll be meeting me in person... oh--you don't think I'm that strong? Then hows about one of my friends come along too? Ya--ever heard of Dallas Winston?" there was a pause, "Ya--I thought so... uh huh--how long?" his face lit up once more, "Three weeks, huh? Oh--a month? Really? Aw--you're too kind! Why--that's so generous of you! Oh--and what's that? A whole months extra pay as well? Aw shucks--you shouldn't have! You're too kind!"
Soda hung up the phone a minute later and skipped back to the very bemused two.
"Well," Soda began, "Looks like you--Darrel Curtis--have a whole months off with pay!"
Pony's face lit up excitedly, and Darry simply looked out in space--his eyes wide. Shock and joy mixed into the same expression.
"Pepsi-Cola," he began, "Are you serious?"
Soda's smile grew larger than ever before, "As serious as I'll ever be!"
"Which means a lot!" Pony laughed.
Darry was about to say something when--
"Hey Stella!" Two-Bit happily whizzed through the living room to the kitchen, "Where's the cake n' beer?"
"Wow!" Said Pony, shocked, "Two-Bit--of all people--knows a literary reference!"
"Ya--if he only knew what it was from..." Steve rolled his eyes sarcastically, following Two-Bit into the kitchen.
"Hey..." Dallas and Johnny came in a few moments later and lazily plopped themselves around the room. Two-Bit and Steve came back in a few moments later--mouths stuffed with cake and flooded with beer.
"Guys! Guess what!" Soda jumped happily.
Dally sighed and rolled his eyes, "Moron Curtis--tell us or I'll sock ya..." Dally never really was the one for patience.
Soda stopped jumping abruptly, but his smile didn't vanish. He looked over to Pony.
"Little bro, you do the honors..."
Pony laughed and turned to the gang, clearing his throat he said, "Soda just got Darry a whole months off with pay!"
Jaws dropped and Two-Bit even stopped stuffing his face, small crumbs falling off his mouth.
"Wow." Johnny squeaked.
"God!" Steve--for once--smiled.
"A whole month?" Dallas asked, a look of genuine shock on his face.
Darry, not quite over the shock, whispered, "Ys...
"Well," Two-Bit stood swiftly, "That means only one thing!"
The rest of the gang all looked over to him.
"Two words..." he gave a small dramatic pause. The rest gave a few nods for him to continue.
"Road trip."
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Well? What do you guys think? Sucky--right? Well--at least my friends'll be happy... lol. Please review!