Disclaimer : I do not own the Outsiders. Only the characters I made.

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Ponyboy was glad he wasn't grounded. Lucky, actually. He and Johnny had decided to go for a walk around town. They had been discussing what to do. Suddenly, Ponyboy stopped and Johnny didn't notice right away. He kept on walking. When he finally realized, he turned around and ran back over to him. " You could of told me you stopped..." Johnny said, slightly annoyed. Ponyboy was look across the street at the theater house. The blond was walking inside with afew friends. Ponyboy motioned for Johnny to follow him as he crossed the street and went inside. They were about to go down the hall when they were stopped, " Excuse me.." the man said, " do you two have a script?"

"Script?" They said, simultaneously.

The man sighed, " For the play? I assume that is why you came?To audition? You can't just go in and watch..."

"Oh..yeah.Right. Scrips.." Ponyboy said . The man handed both of them a copy and then they hurried down the hall.

"A Midsummer-Night Dream?" Johnny raised an eyebrow. "Whats this about Pony?"

"It's...it's...well...It's about..." Ponyboy paused for a moment, " itsaboutfairies."

"What?"

"Fairies. It is about fairies, It takes place mainly in the forest.."

"What? no. I'm not going thought with this..."

"Johnny, Please? I'm can't go in there alone, I'll look like an ass..."

"No, Ponyboy. I aint going try out to be a damn fairy."

"To be fair, not all of the characters are fairies...and what are the chances of a couple of greasers getting cast for this play?"

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Ponyboy and Johnny came into the house around supper time. They looked around and noticed everyone was there. They both sighed. Darrel noticed this, and asked , " Where were you two?"

"Oh..well...we tryed out for a play..."

"Oh? What play?"

"Shakespeare.." Was all Johnny said.

"Either of you get a part?"

"Oh, yeah..." Ponyboy said, taking a seat in the kitchen. Johnny nodded and sat down, as well.

"Well?..." Darrel leaned against the counter.

"I'm Puck..." Johnny muttered. Darrel smiled. " Way to go.." He then looked at Ponyboy, " and you?"

"obrn..." Ponyboy blushed.

"What? sorry..didn't hear that? What was it?"

"I'm Oberon..." Ponyboy was expecting him to laugh at him. He only expected Darrel to laugh because he didn't think anyone else knew what they were talking about.

"Seriously? Oberon? That's a big part, Pony.. Congratulations..."

Ponyboy smiled abit, " well...is it ok if some people come over around 6? to run some lines?"

"No problem.."

Ponyboy started to help Darrel set the table, " And do you think we could get the goon squad out of the living room?"

Darrel laughed and nodded...

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Around six, Darrel had managed to shoo everyone from the living room, though told Ponyboy he was staying, not exactly trusting Ponyboy alone after last night. But he said he'd stay in the kitchen. And soon, everyone else started to come. While they had been waiting for the parts to be posted, he had went over to the blond, and there, he met her 3 best friends (all of which are better than the average soc) .Layla, 5'4, tanned skin, dark eyes and dark hair that falls over her eyes(first time Ponyboy saw her, he kinda thought she looked like a female-soc form of Johnny..). She was dressed in a dark pink mini-skirt and a white blouse. She was playing Cobweb . Amon, 6 feet tall with long-ish blond hair and dark green eyes. He had on a very clean pair of blue jeans and a gray madras shirt. He was playing Demetrius. His girlfriend, Abigail, 5'5, with strawberry blond hair that went down past her shoulder blades and gray eyes. She was dressed similar to Layla, except her skirt was purple, and she had a pale pink sweater. She was playing Hermia. And then, of course, the blond with the sapphire eyes. He found out that her name was Gretchen. Her wore the same kinda of mini-skirt as her two friends, only a deep shade of red, and a black blouse. She was to be Titania.

They went over many parts. They took turns filling in the parts of the people that were not there. After about an hour, they were going over scene 1, act 2, and the only one they needed was Bottom.

"Why didn't we invite Bottom?" Amon asked.

"Because he was an ass..." Ponyboy said. "Oh, shit.." He muttered, realizing what he just said. Then everyone laughed.

"Thats kind of the point, Ponyboy..."Abigail giggled.

"No...he's right...Ryan was kind of being an ass..." Amon said, rubbing his jaw. Ryan had gotten upset with the fact that Amon had gotten to Demetrius. Ryan didn't like that he was Bottom...

"Well...who could we get to be Bottom?" Gretchen asked.

They all glanced into the kitchen at Darrel, sitting quietly, minding his own business, reading a book.

"Hey...Darry?" Ponyboy called.

"Yeah?"

"Can you come here for a moment?"

Darrel closed his book and stepped into the living room.

"Could you be Bottom? We just realized we need someone to be Bottom..."

Darrel just gave his little brother one of those ' hell no' looks.

"Please?"Gretchen asked, tilting her head slightly, and did this adorable little pout.

Darrel looked at her, then he sighed and sat down by Johnny.

"Great! Thanks, Dare.." Ponyboy laughed slightly.

"Now...where were we?" Layla asked, flipping through her script.

"I believe..Titania was speaking.." Johnny said.

Gretchen found her spot and smiled, " And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee, And they shall fetch thee jewels from the dee-"

"Fairies?"

Everyone looked at the door. Two-Bit, Dallas, Sodapop and Steve were crowded in the doorway, laughing.

"What fuck are you guys reading?" Dallas asked.

"It's...A Midsummer-Night Dream..." Abigail told them, moving closer to her boyfriend.

"Why?" Two-Bit asked.

"Its a play. it's going to be preformed by mid-December..." Amon said.

"And its about Fairies?"

"Well..not completely, no.."

"Hey, Ponyboy, the guy your playin...Auburn?"

"Oberon.." Ponyboy corrected.

"Right. Oberon," Dallas nodded, " Anyway, is he a fairy?"

"Not just any fairy..." Layla said, trying to defend her new friend...

"Oh?"

"Yeah. He's king of the fairies."

The four boys in the doorway almost fell over laughing..

Amon rolled his eyes and stood up, "Hey guys, wanna go to the drive in? Jack the Ripper is playing.."

"Sounds good.." Abigail stood up and grabbed her boyfriends hand.

"Yeah..." Layla stood up too.

Gretchen looked at Ponyboy, " You going to come?"

Ponyboy looked at Darrel, that gave a small nod, saying that he could. Then he looked at Johnny, who shrugged. The 3 of them stood up and made their way past the boys in the doorway and to Amon's Cherry-red, '60 , Lincoln Continental. Two-Bit had called after them, " Hey Ponyboy! Keep it in your pants tonight!"

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There wasn't exactly much room for 4 of them in the back seat, so Gretchen sat on Ponyboy's lap.

"Are those guys always like that?" Abigail asked, turned around in the front seat.

Johnny shook his head.

Ponyboy sighed, " No. Not always. "

"They're pretty cool once ya get to know them..."Johnny said.

"Well..They didn't seem to supportive of you guys being in the play.." Layla said, " But atleast your older brother Darry thought it was good."

"Well...Darry actually read A Midsummer-Night Dream before. And he is alot more mature...besides..They'll stop acting like that in a day or two...hopefully..." Ponyboy looked doubtful at his own comment.

"How come they didn't laugh at you, Johnny?" Layla asked.

"Because if anyone laughed at Johnny, Dally would of bashed their heads in with a led pipe.." Ponyboy told them.

"Well..until those guys start acting there own age...We can run line at my place..." Amon said..

"Are you sure? I mean, you have 4 very stuck up younger sisters and 5 brothers who like to jump sweet boys like Johnny here."Layla put her arm around Johnny, who was now starting to blush.

"Well, I'm the oldest, so they can all find another place to bring their loser friends."

"Yeah. Cause your loser friends need the living room..." Abigail smirked.

"Exactly.." Amon said, and everyone laughed abit as he pulled into the drive-in..

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Around 11:30, Ponyboy came home with Gretchen. He looked in the house, then after he saw that no one was in there for a moment. He took Gretchen's hand and they hurried down the hall to his bedroom. Just as he closed his bedroom door, Darrel called out, " That you, Pony?"

"Uh...Yeah Darry...I'm...I'm going to go to bed.." He looked over at Gretchen and smiled.

"Good-night." Darrel said, then Ponyboy heard a door close.

"Night.."

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After Darrel got out of his shower, he asked Sodapop if Ponyboy was up yet. He said no, then hopped into the shower.

Darrel found this odd. Usually Ponyboy was awake before Sodapop. He went down the hall and opened the door to Ponyboy's room. Before he was able to say anything, he noticed the blond curled up against Ponyboy under the covers. Both asleep. He walked over to the bed and flicked Ponyboy on the ear. Ponyboy grumbled and started to sit up, when Darrel pulled him off of the bed by the ear and pulled out into the kitchen. Ponyboy tryed not to yell as he tryed get Darrel to let go. He finally did, pushing Ponyboy into a chair. Ponyboy rubbed his ear, " What was that for?"

"You know damn well what that was for." Darrel stood with his arms crossed, " Why is she in your bedroom?"

"We didn't do anything, if that's what you mean..." Ponyboy told him , " Gretchen's parents are out of town for a few days and she didn't want to spend all night alone in her house...so I got her to come here..." He said, scratching at his pajama pants.

Darrel was about to say something, when Two-Bit strolled into the house. Ponyboy took advantage of his brothers distraction and went back to his room..

Darrel glared at Two-Bit, stopping him in his tracks, " What?..."

Ponyboy gently closed the door and slipped back under the covers with his sleeping beauty. She stirred slightly as he got into the bed, but didn't wake up. They were undisturbed for the next 47 minutes until Darrel called them out for breakfast. Ponyboy smiled and tapped Gretchen on the shoulder, " Hey...Gretch...Gretchen? Come on. Wake up.."

"mmmm...mornin' " She said sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

"You hungry?"

"Mmmmm...yeah..."

"Come on. then.." He smiled at her. They both got up and went into the kitchen. Dallas, Johnny and Steve had come.

"Well, well, well..." Steve rolled his eyes, "The king of the fairies finally decided to grace us with his presence." He said, giving a glance to Gretchen

Dallas and Two-Bit laughed abit, but not as much as last night.

"Thou seest these lovers seek a place to fight; Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;The starry welkin cover thou anon With drooping fog, as black as Acheron, And lead these testy rivals so astray As one come not within another's way. " Ponyboy said suddenly, with such emotion that made both Steve and Two-Bit jump, "Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;And sometime rail thou like Demetrius; And from each other look thou lead them thus, Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye; Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, To take from thence all error with his might And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight. When they next wake, all this derision Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision; And back to Athens shall the lovers wend With league whose date till death shall never end. Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy; And then I will her charmed eye release From monster's view, and all things shall be peace."

Sodapop, Steve, Two-Bit and Dallas just looked at him as if he had 4 heads. Then, Johnny stood up, speaking with the same kind of emotion Ponyboy was using, "My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast; And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger, At whose approach ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone; For fear lest day should look their shames upon They wilfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night"

"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Dallas asked, both eyebrows raised.

Ponyboy went on as if he hadn't been interrupted, " But we are spirits of another sort: I with the morning's love have oft made sport; And, like a forester, the groves may tread Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay: We may effect this business yet ere day."

Johnny shrugged, " That was the only part I fully remember..."

Ponyboy shrugged too, and got Gretchen and himself some breakfast.

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