Chapter 7

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"Okay, we're here" I heard a voice say.... it was Dallas.  I woke up rubbing my eyes, i realized that i was laying with my head on his lap and his hand on my back.  "It's a pretty long walk from here, about forty-five minutes or so" he said.  I groaned and got up. We hopped off the freight and began walking.

"So there are seven guys in the gang" he began "There's me, Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Darry Curtis, Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Matthews and Steve Randle." he said.  "Oh cool." i replied back. "To get a taste in your mouth ill introduce them to you before you actually meet them, ya know to get some idea of them". he said "Okay" i replied.

"So there's the Curtis brothers.  Sodapop, Ponyboy and Darry.  Darry's the oldest he takes care of soda and pony.  Pony's the youngest out of the bunch.  Their parents died a couple years back so Darry takes care of them.  Then there's Jonnhy cade.  He's gonna be the little, tan, quite kid.  I would say i feel bad for him but i don't feel anything for anyone" i stopped him there and asked "why would u 'say you feel bad'?" "Well the kids been through a rough time.  His parents don't give a fuck about him and beat him all the time.  You know, similar to you"  he stopped and saw me look down and a tear rolled down my cheek.  "Oh, aye, ugh i'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry" he said putting his arm around me and pulling me into his chest.  I cried into his chest inhaling his scent.  "Okay stop crying i don't like when people get all emotional around me" he said jokingly, but i could tell he meant it so I stopped.

He went on "Steve is Sodas best friend.  That's all ya kinda need to know about him.  And lastly Two-Bit is usually drunk and he'll prob joke around with you a lot.... just don't listen to him." "They seem like a fun group of guys, you think they'll mind that i'll be around?" i asked.  "Nah they love new comers, they don't care much anyways." he replied

"OH!" he yelled.  I nearly jumped out of my skin.  "I forgot to tell u there's the greasers and the socs (so-sh-es)." he said.  "What's that" I asked.  "Well the greasers are us and you are gonna be one too if you wanna hang around me" he said with a mischievous wink.  "We have 'less money' than the socs and live on the east-side of town.  The socs are the rich kids.  They have mustangs and wear madras all the time" "fuckin rich bitches" he said under his breath.  I laughed.  "We fight the socs all the time, just don't get involved with them and you'll probably live". He said blowing smoke from his cigarette.  We stopped at an old run down house.  "Okay well this is it, The Curtis Residence"

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