the outsiders imagines

the rumble // dallas imagine

a dallas imagine but also kind of a gang imagine 😋

"Delinquent youths turn heroes after daring fire rescue," I read from the paper as I eat another spoonful of cereal, "who the hell uses the word 'delinquent'?" Darry enters the kitchen where Two-Bit and I are sitting and ruffles my hair, "who the hell eats cereal for dinner?"

I shrug and continue to read the news article, Two-Bit peering over my shoulder. "Dally looks real young there," he points out, "that photo must've been taken a while ago." I nod and set the paper down, finishing the milk from my cereal before setting my bowl in the sink.

I couldn't stand the thought of losing anybody else. My mom died a while ago in a tragic accident and my dad left when I was real young. Long story short, I was out at the lot with Pony and Johnny while my mom was at home getting ready to go out with some Soc's old dad, when she slipped in the shower, hit her head, and died. As tragic as it was, she was an alcoholic and clumsy as hell; two things that don't go hand in hand.

After that, everything seemed to be going pretty good for me until a few days ago when Pony and Johnny ran off without any word. Dallas followed a little while after them. I figured they were just out and about being kids, but unfortunately that wasn't the case, given the news I just read in the paper.

"Kids these days, none of 'em can keep outta trouble." Darry says before taking a seat at the dinner table with Two and I. "Can you blame them, though? Look at how they're growing up for cryin' out loud! No parents, no money, no privilege, no nothin'," I shake my head at the thought of Ponyboy and Johnny's situation, "I'm just worried about 'em, that's all.." Two-Bit puts a hand on my shoulder, "they got Dal with 'em, and we both know damn well he'll keep those boys outta any more trouble, ya hear?"

I nod and rest my hand on his, but the moment is interrupted by the front door swinging open and the rest of the gang, minus the three 'delinquents', walking in. "What're y'all doin'? Cut the crap and let's get goin' to the rumble!" Steve shouts, giving Sodapop a high-five. My face brightens at the sound of being part of a rumble.

"Yeah! Y/N will stay here in case the boys come back and we'll go out and win a rumble!" Sodapop says too enthusiastically for Darry's taste. "Alright, you boys sure you'll be alright without Dal? And, uh, I suppose Pony and Johnny.." He hesitated on his last few words but I didn't care. All I cared about was being kicked to the curb while everyone else got to go fight.

"What about me? Y'all don't really expect me to stay at home and just wait around for the next half hour?" The boys shifted in their places and diverted their attention to the ground. "Unbelievable." I brush past Steve and grab my jean jacket off the back of Darry's chair, "I'm going."

Darry steps closer to me and snatches my jacket from my hands, "Like hell you are! You'll get killed out there! You and I both know damn well those boys won't go easy on you just 'cause you're a girl." He yells. I grab my jacket back from him, "You've never even seen me fight before! How do you know I can't throw a good punch?" Darry's face had confusion written all over it, his eyebrows furrowed in thought and his mouth slightly agape.

I put my hands through the sleeves to my jacket and fix the collar, "So, whaddya say, Dar? Let me prove to you I belong out there just as much as you and everyone else in this room." The rest of the gang remained silent as they watched Darry be a good sport about losing the argument. "Fine, but if you get beat up real bad, you're on your own."

I grin and turn to face the rest of the guys, "Who's ready to win a rumble?" The room is soon cleared out as we all rush out the door and make our way to the rumble turf.

"This is gonna be a good rumble, I can feel it." Two-Bit says as he stumbles alongside the group. "I think that's just the alcohol, buddy." Steve laughs, giving Sodapop a high-five. "Cut it out you two, and Keith, go easy on the booze." Darry warns as I quietly prepare myself for the fight.