Get Tuff.
Fan Fiction Based on S.E Hinton Novel "The Outsiders"
I dont own any of the characters except for Ronni.
All rights go to S.E Hinton
*side note* Johnny is the only dead character. Dallas is still alive.
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Chapter 1
The train rolled in the the Tulsa station around high noon. The sun beamed down through the thin glass of the windows forcing me to put on my shades. This definitely wasnt anything like New York. Which I guess I half expected.
I exited the train car in search of a taxi. But after about 10 minutes of looking I took to the streets on my own. According to a street sign I was on the south side of town. I walked through about 4 blocks of wealthy neighborhoods, dragging my suitcase across the pavement. I was definetly in the wrong side of town. There was no way that people like my brother would asociate with these kind of people. Well to be honest I really didnt know my brother. But I knew that coming from New York on very little money that odds are he was either on jail or living in an alley somewhere.
But I didnt care. As of right now he was all I had. And if he could run off and fend for himself at a young age then so could I. I have waited years to be brave enough to do what Dallas did, and now I had finally made it.
As I continued on walking the large luxurious mansions turned to shabby houses with broken windows. Across the street I saw a young boy sitting in an empty lot reading aloud to an alley cat. Feeling adventerous I decided to approach him.
"Excuse me." I blurted. "I'm sorry I didnt mean to scare you or anything. I'm Ronni. I just came from-"
"New York?" he finished my sentence.
"Yeah" I laughed. "Is it that obvious?"
"Sorta" he replied with a smile. "I'm Ponyboy." he lowered his book and extended his hand.
"That's a pretty cool name, I like it."
"Thanks. So what's a girl like you doin in a crummy town like this."
"Well actually, thats what I wanted to ask you about. Umm. Do you recognize this person at all?" I asked pulling out the wallet size photo I had of Dallas.
"That looks kind of like my buddy Dally. Only difference is that the kid in that photo of yours is smilin'. And to be quite honest with ya Ronni I aint seen Dally smile in a long while. How do you know Dally?"
I felt that it would be lying to say that I knew my brother, because in all honesty I did not. In fact Dally probably didnt know me either. Our parents were separated before I was even born so they agreed Dallas would lived with my Dad and I would lived with my whore of a mother. I remember the night that Dallas left because my Dad came stormed into the apartment where me and my mother stayed drunk as all get out, and fussing about how it was my mothers fault that he left. I hid behind the sofa.
"Um, I've-I've heard of him. Yeah." I studdered almost embarrassed.
"I could take ya to him if you'd like. He's probably at Buck's which is not too far from here." He offered kindly.
"Really? Um yeah I mean if you dont mind."
"It's no problem. C'mon."
We walked down the street for a couple blocks. Along the way we passed things like tall muscular guys with leather jackets and greasy hair, leaning against their cars, smokin on cigarettes and groups of boys fighting in the street. They reminded me of the gang fights I'd seen back in New York.
"So how old are ya." asked Ponyboy in the midst of my gauking.
"Um, 16. You?"
"14 goin on 15."
"Really? I could of swore you was older than that." He looked like he could even be older than me for that matter.
"Yeah I get that a lot. But anyways its gettin late I better be gettin home. Dally is probably up at Buck Merrill's place straight up the road from here. Its a big white buildin. Just look for where all the cars is parked at. Buck's known for throwin parties round this time of day. Ya might find Dally there."
"Thanks PonyBoy, you've been a big help. Uh I guess I'll see you around?"
"See ya around."
"Wait PonyBoy!" I called after him. "What was that book you were readin' earlier?"
He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted "Gone with the Wind!" and waved off.
I never thought a boy from these parts would be interested in things like reading. But I guess when you live in a town as crummy as this one you outta find something to keep yourself busy.
I ran over what I might say once I finally met Dallas. I wondered if he had any idea that I even existed. He probably didnt. He was only two years old when my parents separated. My mother was pregnant with me at the time. She committed suicide a couple months ago. I hid out in an abandon building for a while, but I had to get out of New York before the people from the state found out I was living on my own. So I did the only thing us Winston's know how to do, and thats run. Run away from our problems in hope of finding something bigger and more extravagent than we could ever get by staying in one place. I knew my Mother wrote him letters once and a while. I dont know exactly how she found out where he was, but she continued to write even after he continued to send them back. That was the one and only thing that I ever loved about my mother. She was persistant. And no matter how many times she would screw up, there was a part of her that would still keep trying to make things better for herself. I think she felt guilty that she wasnt always there for me or for Dallas, but she didn't know how to be. And before she knew it, it was already to late. Dallas was gone, and eventually I was in and out of the house very often to try and escape from all of the crazy people she would bring home at night. Dallas was all I had left in this world, and I needed him now more than ever.