It's Because I'm A Greaser, Isn't it

The day I met my best friends

*JOSH'S POV*

Well let me tell you a little but about myself, I'm Josh Katsapolis. My parents are successful people and to be quite honest, I'm nothing like them. They're strict, I'm chill ya know. They're way too disciplined, I get into a lot of trouble and I'm wild to be honest...about a month ago, I got into some serious trouble at school, stole some test papers for finals...don't see why it's a big deal but it was a big deal I guess...my parents just had enough with me...they kicked me out of home with nothing...good I can live on my own and be free. So I was looking for a job and I find one out in the east side at the dingo.

As I'm walking to work, enjoying the beautiful sky and the birds tweeting on the East Side in the city of Tulsa, Oklahoma, I spot a fight also known as a rumble going on in the lot. I keep walking thinking nothing of what was happening, then I see a knife being pulled out, that's when I knew I had to do something. I run over to the lot and find the blonde curly haired guy holding the knife, who was wearing a madras, and beige pants. I grab the knife out of his hand and I take him by his madras and I punch him straight on the chin and immediately knock him out. A handful of guys began to run away as fast as possible...Everything goes dead silent for a few moments then all of a sudden I hear this burst of cheering

"WE WON!"

"WE CREAMED THE SOCIALS!"

"MAYBE THAT'LL TEACH THEM TO STAY OFF OF OUR SIDE!"

"HEY WHO WAS THAT GUY ANYWAYS!?"

"THAT GUY IS THE REASON WE WON!"

I chuckle to myself wondering who the socials are I think about introducing myself and meeting those guys, but I realize I was late for work, I begin to make a run for it,

"HEY COME BACK WHO ARE YOU?" A guy that was a part of the cheering yelled out.

"YEAH DUDE WE AIN'T EVER SEEN YA AROUND HERE!" Another guy said.

I was already late for work so I may be fired...This was the 4th time in 3 weeks I've been late so for sure I'm fired. I walk back nonchalantly to the guys who were cheering. As I meet up with them, a big and buff looking man steps out to the front, he had greased, curly hair. He offers his hand for a handshake. I shake it, man he had quite the grip.

"Hello, I'm Darrel Curtis, but you can call me Darry. I'm afraid we haven't met."

"Hello Darry, I'm Josh Katsapolis, nice to meet you Darry." I reply.

"Where did you come from, we ain't seen you anywhere."

"I came from Oklahoma city about a month ago, my parents kicked me out..They was worried I was ruining their rep or somethin'"

"Ah, so I assume you know about the East Side Greasers and the West Side Socials."

"The what?"

"This is the east side you're living in,"

"Yeah it's the only city where I can afford things around here."

"Well, those guys we were just fighting, they're the socials from the west side real, they're real rich if ya know what i mean...Bunch of white trash with mustangs and madras..They've been our enemies for quite a while. You sir, helped us win the rumble hopefully keeping them off of our territory."

"Well, glad to be a help. I'm late for work so I gotta go...See ya around."

As I turn around to make a run for work, Darry calls out

"Hey! You haven't met the gang!"

I think to myself, damnit I'm late for work! But I'm probably already fired...It's a good time to meet some new people..I turn around and I see the whole gang, also known as greasers.

Darry starts introducing them one by one

"This is Steve, Sodapop my brother, Ponyboy my other brother, Two-Bit, and Johnny."

"Nice to meet you guys, I'm Josh."

I studied Johnny for a little bit...He had quite the nasty scar on his cheek..He looked so scared and lonely..I wonder what the kid's been through..

"Oh and Dallas is also a part of the gang...He's in the cell for shoplifting, he should get out--"

Sodapop jumps in and interrupts,

"Ya ya ya, nice to meet you..Seriously, where did you learn to fight like that man?"

"Uh, I don't know, it's natural I guess..."

"Well good, 'cause we're gonna need you the next time them damn socials come on our territory!"

Steve, also jumps in and says,

"Yeah man, how would you like to be a part of the Greasers?"

I stare at the gang long and hard...I stare at Darry, he looks exhausted, and he looks too young to look exhausted. I also stare at Steve, he looks like a good ol' dude to mess around with..Ponyboy looks like a smart-ass who could get a bunch of scholarships..Two-Bit looks like quite the party guy...He was already on his 2nd beer at 9AM...Johnny, looks like a puppy dog who needs some lovin' if ya know what I mean...Well I ain't got any friends around here so what the hell.

"Alright, I'll join the gang. Now I really gotta go to work."

All the guys cheer and whoop as Darry tries to calm them dowb.

"Alright Josh, meet up at our house after work, where do you work?"

"The Dingo."

"That's across the street from my house, after you completed your shift, just come on down to our house!"

"Alright, bye guys."

I walk away thinkin' what the hell have I just done. I joined a gang. I smile to myself, I joined a gang...