1I do not own the Outsiders, big shocker eh?
I'm so so so so so sorry for the wait! I know its been two months, but its been a rough two months, trust me. I won't go into details, but let's just say it was physically impossible for me to update.
I hope I have not lost all my readers. I'm sorry :( On with the story...
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Randy
"Oh fuck..."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I've spent over a month with Bob straight without him annoying me, but he was seriously coming close right now. I mean we're all in the same boat, we're all scared and freaking out, he doesn't have to voice his every emotions. Trust me, I know how he feels, if not worse. I mean I have three greasers camping out in MY house with, worst of all, MY parents.
"Okay guys, let's go over this again." This time I did roll my eyes. Whenever placed in a stressful situation Bob turns into a drama queen and Paul over-plans. Great.
"We know, I'm Dallas Winston; a mean son-of-a-bitch that hates everything and everyone for no reason whatsoeverAnd he, my friend, " He jerked his thumb to me, "Is Johnny Cade, who got his ass kicked by us a few months ago! And how could I forget my friend Paul, turned into a Class-A smart ass, called Two-Bit of all names!"
Paul gave him a hard look. "Bob, be serious. This is real life, I don't know what happened, but it did, and we have to deal with it. Just deal with what the QB throws you right?"
Bob took a breath and nodded. "Yeah you're right, it's just...weird, y'know?" I nearly rolled my eyes again. Of course one of my dad's football lectures quotes would calm him down.
Paul nodded sympathetically and bit onhis lower lip. "We're almost there."
I looked around and shivered. It's weird, like on the East Side all the shadows are longer and the dog barks are more scary. Crumpled newspaper blew across the road. I followed it with my eyes as it rolled up on someone's property. Yelling from the house made me wince. Bob shoved me forwards. "Keep walking," he ordered gruffly.
Obediently I moved away from the house, keeping my eyes forwards. I just couldn't wait to get to the house; this place was giving me the creeps.
Paul
I let Bob and Randy pass me so I walked alone a few steps behind them. The house was just up the road, they wouldn't need me to lead anymore. With every step my throat tightened, I felt like I was going to black out. What was I supposed to say to Darry? How should I act? I felt like as soon as I walk in he'd recognize me. I felt like he'd see the real me, and kick me out.
I was a dick. I was in the wrong, not Darry. I knew it this entire time, I still feel the guilt. I left for university, and he stayed behind to take the lesser road and take care of his brothers. I didn't even visit him for Christ's sake. He was my best friend, maybe I had more in common with the other guys but Darry was my real friend, I told him all my deep stuff I couldn't tell anyone else. I could talk to him about anything and he'd listen, and then when he's parents died, I left. I was an asshole and I knew it.
I didn't think I'd ever have to see him again though, and now here I am going to sleep under his roof. Karma's a bitch, huh?
I was jolted out of my thoughts suddenly when someone grabbed me from behind. I was already on edge from being on this side of town, add in the day's events and getting attacked from behind and you can just imagine how badly I reacted.
I had escaped his grasp and managed to turn myself around to face him in a fighting stance by the time I finished yelling for Bob and Randy's attention. A tall lanky guy stood holding his ribs in front of me laughing his ass off. His brown hair was slicked back and he had a smudge of grease across his face. When he finally straightened out I recognized the DX uniform he wore. I squinted at the name stitched on his uniform. Steve.
"Hey...Steve." Randy said. I think it would've been less awkward sounding if he called the guy by the wrong name.
"You alright kid?" Steve stared Randy down, finally shrugging his shoulders and turning back to me after a minute.
"So Two-Bit, heard you and Linda got locked in the drama closet together, accidently." I gave a wink with a cocky smile like I saw Two-Bit do a million times earlier today.
"Weird thingshappened, what can you do?"
Steve gave a grin with a loud woot. "Two-Bit, I swear you got it made. Evie is slappin' me if I try an' do anything, and she's slappin' me if I don't try an' do nothing. Ain't no pleasin' that woman."
I gave a laugh. "Like I said, what can you do?"
Steve led us as we turned up the driveway, flinging open the door and walking right in. "Sodapop I swear to god you best have some stories to tell! I just got off work now with all the cars that came in!"
He stopped yelling then so his voice turned to a murmur. He had gone down the hall to one of the bedrooms, so I just stopped in the living room and turned to Bob and Randy. "Where do we go?" Bob asked in a loud whisper.
I clamped my mouth shut when I heard footsteps coming in and flung myself on the couch. "Act natural." I hissed right before someone walked in the room. Bob and Randy instantly sat down stiffly on the couch next to me. They looked more out of place than if Batman decided come for a night. I leaned against the back and slouched more, getting comfortable.
"You guys staying for the night?"Darry's deep voice asked from over me. I flinched involuntarily and looked up slowly. He looked the same, from this angle at least. He looked at me after a minute and I froze up. He knew he knew he knew he knew he knew he knew he knew he kne-"Yeah." Bob grunted from beside me. Darry nodded approvingly.
"Alright, you'll all have to fight for the couch. Steve's here too."
As soon as Darry left to the kitchen Bob and Randy started talking quietly to each other. I looked at the door he disappeared through, and next thing I knew I was walking through it after him.
I pulled out a chair from the table for myself, watching Darry open the fridge and peer in. He pulled out a carton of milk and poured himself a glass. "You still got a couple beers in the fridge, and there's chocolate cake left too."
"Alright," I said lamely. I wasn't really in the mood for either.
I watched as he returned the milk to the fridge and grabbed a pile of envelopes before sitting down at the table across from me. He ripped open the first one and studied it.
He frowned as his eyes travelled along the paper. I took the time to watch him. At first glace he looked the same, but then I started noticing the little details. His eyes looked more tired, older. He had a weariness to all his motions, but maybe I was just imagining that. Sitting beside him I started to feel more like a kid than an adult, and it wasn't because I wasn't in my body.
His eyes flicked up to me after a minute. "You need somethin' Two-Bit?"
I stood up quickly and started for living room. "No, I'm good."
He gave me an odd look but didn't say anything more. I stopped for a second before leaving, risking one final glance. If only he was too.
Bob
I rolled over to my other side one more time trying to get comfortable. The floor was hard and seemed to radiate cold from it, all my muscles ached and I swore I had a couple of busted ribs. Even with the blanket I shivered. I doubt I could've slept if I was in a king sized bed either, my mind wouldn't shut up. I couldn't believe anything that happened, I was literally in a dream. This stuff doesn't happen in real life.
"Psst, you still awake."
I looked over and tried to make out Randy's face. Dull light from outside lined outlined his dark hair and face. I shook my head, I couldn't believe it was my best friend sometimes, they were so different looking.
"Do you think we'll ever-do you think we'll ever get back?"
I flipped to my back and groaned. Jesus, everything hurt. "Yeah, I mean it's not like we could stay like this forever. We'll figure it out."
Randy grunted unsurely, but I had nothing else to offer him. I wasn't even sure of it myself.
"Man, this floor hurts."
I nodded in agreement, flipping over to face him once again. "At least it's clean."
He laughed gruffly. "Who would've thought, a house full of greasers and they have better cleaning skills than I do with my own room."
"Their 'rents are the one who died in that car accident?" I half asked and half stated.
"Yeah, just the three kids living here now, and I guess whichever of their buddies that need somewhere to crash."
I thought Randy's house, with his huge bed and heated room, and bathroom that's so clean you could see your reflection on the floor.
This was probably like a vacation for them.
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That's that, hope you liked. I know you must be hating on me, but please review. I'm starting to write a lot again, all thanks to my religion teacher making us write a children's book. I never did finish it, half way through I started to write this instead :)
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