We Greasers [Darry Curtis x Reader x Dally Winston]

Chapter 1

     I sat outside my new home on my new porch. A cigarette balancing between my lips as the smoke lingered out and disintegrated into thin air. The burning hot sun shining brightly in the sky. Some cool gusts of wind blew. The neighborhood was strangely quiet for a Greaser neighborhood. Like I gave a damn. The least of what I needed was loud rough housing noises.
     I propped myself back and hung my head back. Letting my eyes close to sink in the warmth. Well, the major heat wave that I was currently in. Today was the day. The last day of summer. Tomorrow I go back to school, and I still lived with my family. I just moved here to Tulsa, Oklahoma. And my final two years in high school is gonna be my first two years in a new school. I don't know why my parents decided to move just when I'm already going to be spending two more years in school. They don't make a lot of sense most of the time. But you can't argue with them. Once they make a decision, they stick with it and never let it go.
     I'm a Greaser myself, though, I don't really use that much grease in my hair. I shoplifted some stores I thought were pretty useful in my taste. I've been in fights too. And it's not always me who starts them. But once I start fighting, I never back out. But I always make sure I'm done fighting before the fuzz show up. I don't plan on getting criminal records just yet. Which I probably have more than two by now, even if I did get them probably that would be how much I have, but I don't. But my parents don't give a damn. Unless I'm nowhere near in or out the Greystone Hotel, they don't care what I do.
     I inhaled then exhaled deeply, enjoying my time to myself. Then I hear a blast of a car horn which makes me open my eyes in an instant and I looked ahead of me. I see a red Corvair slowly pull up in front of my house.
     'Oh great... Socs....'
     About four or five Socs come out of the vehicle and head towards me. All cats.
     "Well lookie here, boys. A Greaser." says one boy sneeringly. He seemed like a charmer. But not my taste of charm in my case. The rest snicker.
     "She's a looker too." says another. That was another problem I have. I just can't keep the guys off my tail. I know I'm good looking, but I'm not that good looking. Not that good looking to make other broads jealous. Which they do get jealous for some reason. But I don't give a damn. I roll my eyes.
     "You new to town, doll?" asks a Soc as he eyed me.
     "What does it look like, dip stick Soc?" I sneered. He just chuckles.
     "You better know you're place in line, Greaser. You're lucky we're going easy on you because you're just a chick." one says taking a step forward. I stand up, flicking my cigarette to the ground and stomping on it and I look at him dead in the eye.
     "Oh really? Just cause I'm a broad means ya'll can go easy on me? Ha! I don't think so. Besides, what are you Socs doin' all the way out here in the Greasers' territory for?" I ask crossing my arms and had my hip stick out on the side and slanting. They just chuckle.
     "Oh you know. Hunting down some Greasers like you. But we just so happened to be cruising by you and see how much of a beaut you are." one Soc says.
     "Alright. You see me. Take a good long look... Now go away." I say waving my hands to shoo them off. They laugh.
     "Oh we're not going anywhere, doll face." A Soc says as he grabs my wrist. I try to pull my wrist free but he keeps his grip on me. A small part inside of me just wished my folks were home instead of at work. Oh if my old man saw this, he would give them enough beating to knock some sense into them from touching his little girl.
     "Get your filthy long greens hands off me you dip stick Soc." I say as I kneed him hard in his gut. He lets go of me and groaned in pain as he held onto his stomach. I then punched him twice at his face, causing to give him a black eye and a bleeding nose. I smirk at my actions, but that smirk soon faded as common sense hit me. I realized that I'm outnumbered by one Greaser, such as myself, and four other Socs. "Oh I am so screwed..." I say as I beat feet to my front door. I opened the door then seeing that it was locked. I swore under my breath as I turned to see the Socs come up to me. They had a vexed look on their faces as they approached me.
"We're gonna teach you a lesson about messing with us, Greaser." one of the Socs said.
"Damn..." I muttered. I then quickly dashed passed them, running.
"Hey! Get back here!" A Soc yells after me.
"Nope!" Yelling over my shoulder as I continued to run. But they come running after me. This fight wasn't fair. Five Socs against one Greaser? That's what I call an upwind fight. I come close to the town's movie house and my lungs started to burn and my legs were getting tired. I look over my shoulder for a second and they were still hot on my tail. I swore under my breath but then got cut short when I run into someone. I fall back landing hard on the ground. "Ow," I hissed in pain.
"Yo! Watch where you're goin' will ya?" Someone says in a gruff irritated tone of voice.
"Oh sorry 'bout that..." I say as I looked up. My (e/c) eyes meet with eyes blue, blazing ice of what almost seemed like hatred. It was a guy. An elfish face with high cheekbones and pointed chin. Seemed small but built. Teeth almost like sharp animal teeth. Ears like a lynx. His hair almost white because it was so blonde. He seemed to be around my age. And he looked like a Greaser as well. He looked at me with his eyes slightly wide.
"Glory be," He says as he continued to stare at me. "You alright there, chick?"
"Yeah I'm fine." I say. Other guys were with him also as they stared at me, they too looked like Greasers. I hear Socs not too far away. "Crap..."
"Let me guess, you bein' chased down by Socs?" one of them asks chuckling a bit. He seemed really tall and stocky built. He had long rusty-colored side burns and grey eyes. He had a wide grin. He seemed around my age as well but a year older. I quickly get on my feet and nod.
"Ye-Yeah sure." I say breathlessly and my breaths ragged. I didn't think I could run another miles worth. They see how exhausted I was and the number of Socs chasing me down.
"Don't worry, doll. We gotcha covered." Says another boy. He was tall and lean. Had thick greasy hair in which looked like it was in complicated swirls. He seemed around my age.
"Yessums. Don't worry, doll. Those Socs won't get to ya." Says another boy who smiled at me and winked. He seemed almost around my age but a tad bit younger. Dark-golden hair combed back—long, straight, and really silky looking—along with dark-brown eyes. And hell he was movie-star attractive with his finely drawn, sensitive face. "C'mon, Darry! Let's go teach 'em Socs a lesson." He says to a boy.
     "Right..." The boy nods with his hands jammed in his pockets. He seemed tall as well. He was broad-shouldered and muscular looking. He had dark-brown hair that kicked out in the front and a slight cowlick in the back. His eyes that were like two pieces of pale blue-green ice. He seemed a older than me, like he was at least 20 years old. He seemed tough, and cool looking. His was handsome, besides the fact that his eyes looked so down right cold. "Ponyboy and Johnny, it's best if you two stay here with her." He says. The last two boys nod. The others nod as they walked off to deal with the Socs. I looked at the two boys and they seemed younger than me.
     One seemed way younger than me. He had light-brown, almost-red hair which was squared off in the back and long at the front and sides. He had greenish-grey eyes. And his age seeming younger than mine almost looked like he was at least 14.
     The last not seemed about a year younger than me, seemed he was 16. He had a slight build. Almost big black eyes in a dark tanned face; his hair was jet-black and heavily greased and combed to the side, seemed so long that it fell in shaggy bangs across his forehead. He seemed really shy, nervous, with a hint of suspicion looking kind of guy.
     I look back to see that the Socs were running away in slight fear seeing how pissed the Greasers were with broken glass bottles in there hands, cracking their necks and knuckles, and pulling out switchblades. After the Socs quickly climb into their red Corvair and drive off the Greaser come walking back.
     "Uh thanks for the help back there..." I say looking away and towards the ground.
     "No sweat, chick." Says the movie-star handsome one.
     "Y'know. I haven't seen ya around here before. Are you new to this town?" Asks the one with the long rusty-colored sideburns. I nod.
     "Yep. I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." I say.
     "The name's Dallas Winston." Says the one with the dangerous look on his face. "But you can call me Dally if you like, doll."
     "Sodapop Curtis." Says the movie-star handsome one as he smiled and winked at me.
     "Darrel Curtis." Says the one who seemed to go by Darry earlier. "But call me Darry or somethin' I don't care." He says shrugging.
     "I'm Steve Randle." Says the one with the thick greasy hair.
     "I just go by Two-Bit." Says the boy with the long rusty-colored sideburns.
     "I'm Ponyboy Curtis." The 14-year-old kid.
     "And I'm Johnny Cade...." The shy one says lastly and quietly.
     "Well. It very nice to meet ya'll." I say.
     "Hey, I saw one of them Socs looking like he took a real beatin'. Did you do that?" Dally asks. I nod.
     "Yessums. I may look like a sex pot, as if, but I can still kick some dirt." I say putting my hands on both sides of my hips.
     "I can tell. But ya don't look like a sex pot. You're just real fine lookin' there." Sodapop says. I smile and feel my cheeks heat up a tad bit.
     "Thanks." I say. Sodapop winks at me.
     "So you're a Greaser too?" Steve asks raising a brow.
     "What? You can't tell?" I say making a pose to show off some Greaser side. They hooted and laughed. I laughed along with them. Ponyboy and Johnny just looked at each other confusingly. I couldn't blame them, they were probably still pure, especially Ponyboy.
"Hey, you seem like a bitchin Greaser. Wanna join our gang?" Sodapop asks. I look at them wide eyed.
"Are you for serious with me?" I ask.
"Oh we're dead serious, doll." Two-Bit says grinning.
"Well hell to the yes!" I say. They all smile, seeming glad that I chose to join their gang.
"Bad. So we were headin' to the passion pit to watcha flick tonight. Wanta come with?" Dally asks coolly. I nod.
"A'ight." I slightly beamed happily. They smirk and nodded. We agreed to see each other tonight at the Passion Pit tonight. Saying we should sneak in through the back. I go back home to pick out a thread to wear tonight. I chose to wear a black leather jacket, a black T-shirt, a jeans, and black combat boots. I left my hair down, putting some grease in to keep my hair down. I put little make up on, unlike some other Greaser girls where they put so much face on that they look like a clown. I took another look at myself and smiled and headed out of my house and to the Passion Pit.

A/N: A new technique style I'm doing with writing stories! I don't know, after reading further into The Outsiders, I started to like it. So I was like, what the hell! I'll make write a book about a book based on the film! And guess what! Now I'll tell you some of the slang words for those who don't know or gets confused! I'll do it in order so here it goes:

•Fuzz: the police (the po po)

•Greystone Hotel: jail

•Broads: a woman

•Cat(s): a guy or guys (not those felines that go meow)

•Dip stick: an idiot

•Chick: a girl or woman

•Cruising: driving up and down the same street looking for races, girls, guys, etc.

•Long greens: lots of money

•Beat feet: Leave the scene in a hurry.

•Vexed: Pissed off

•Upwind: unfair

•Sex pot: a sexy or seductive woman

•Bitchin: Good, exciting, awesome

•Bad: Awesome

•Passion Pit: Drive-in theater

•Flick: movie

I'll be doing this for awhile so I don't get any of you guys confused. I hope this was good. Cause if not... I'm a failure in life... Which I already am...