Dallas Winston Has A Sister? (Outsiders Fanfic)

At the Creek with the Greasers

        An array of shoes and socks were strewn across the grassy banks of the creek.  You could see socks, all white or so dirty and well worn they were gray, peeking out the tops of shoes.  They were crumpled in balls and half-buried among the shoelaces and grass, or completely stuffed inside the shoes as if socks weren't worn with the shoes. 

        Two pairs of dirty black high-top Converses, about one size apart, a pair of low-top white Converses and a black pair.  A pair of brown work boots, black motorcycle boots, and another pair of black work boots.  And a pair of cowboy boots that could only belong to one person.

        Parked on the side of the road up above by the bridge were three vehicles.  An old rusted red Ford, a beat up baby blue Studebaker, and a somewhat better conditioned red T-bird. 

        Other than that, there was no trace of the people, except for the laughing, splashing, and talking coming from under the bridge.  Seven boys and one girl, ranging from the ages of 14 to 20, all wet on some part or other of their bodies.  Two of the boys had their pants dragging in the water, soaked almost up to their knees, sticking to their legs like a second skin.  The rest had their jeans rolled up to their knees, dappled with drops of water.  They were all wearing T-shirts or sleeveless shirts, and all of their hair was shiny either from sweat, water, or grease.  A few had water dripping off their hair, dampening the collars of their shirts.

        The youngest boy's hair was barely damp, though his navy blue sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off had darker splotches of water that had soaked into the fabric.  There were a few wet patches on his jeans as well, and he was smiling as he flung water at the second youngest boy.

        His black hair was slicked back with water from his white forehead that was usually covered by thick bangs.  When he turned his head away from the wave of water coming at him, his hair flung droplets of water onto the shoulders of his black T-shirt.  He got soaked up past his knees with water and, laughing, kicked water back at the younger boy.  Some that wasn't blocked by the younger boy's body splashed onto the third youngest, his brother's, back.

        But the brother didn't notice, he was busy tossing a half a bucket of water at his best friend, the next oldest of the group.  The brother's hair was greased back, but his whole right leg and left shoulder were soaked.  Both of the pants legs of his jeans were dark with water and plastered to his legs, he hadn't rolled them up.

        His bucket of water ended up hitting his friend, also with dry but greasy hair, right at the waist, and it covered him from the stomach down to mid-thigh, making it appear as if he had wet his pants.  With a growl of anger, he lunged at the brother, who dropped the bucket, splashing the girl in the process, and wrapped the brother in a headlock.

        The girl turned to see who had splashed her, her shirt had a thick vertical stripe of wet fabric on her spine from where the second oldest boy had dumped a bucket of water, with a fish in it, down her back.  She had just shoved him backwards, and he was completely engulfed in the water, splashing everyone as he went under. 

         He came up, soaked from head to foot, water running down his bare face and arms and dripping off the tip of his nose.  The water swished around his legs as he walked towards her with difficulty, wet denim stuck to all of his legs.  He grabbed her fiercely by the shoulders and shoved her already wet head, from a bucket of water he had dumped on her earlier, under the water, holding it there. 

        She struggled for a few seconds maybe against his grip before going still.  Immediately the boy with the Mickey Mouse muscle shirt released his grip on the girl so she could come up for air,and, looking happy, her head came out of the water, followed by a spurt of water sprayed at him between her teeth. She laughed and shoved the wet hair that had flopped in front of her eyes out of her face. 

        She was the youngest, but then her brother, the second oldest, having seen the Mickey Mouse shirted boy shove his sister's head under the water, came over.

        "Don't you ever do that to her again!" he yelled.

        The oldest, who had been on the other side of the bridge in the water that couldn't be seen from the road, waded over to see what the commotion was all about.  His whole right side was wet, except for his hair.

        "Dal, I can hold my breath underwater for a long time.  I was just trying to freak them out, not you," she said.

        "Well, thanks for telling me that now," her brother said bitterly.

        "Come on Dally, she's fine," the oldest, who was the third brother of the other two brother's, said.

        The girl, when her brother's back was turned as he talked to the oldest one, grabbed the bucket that the fourth youngest had dropped and splashed her with, and scooped up some water, dumping it on her brother.

        He turned around, mad, and, seeing his sister grinning mischievously and holding the bucket, chased after her, a rare spark of playfulness flashing in his icy blue eyes. 

        They all started splashing and chasing each other, the air filled with yells of surprise and laughter as anyone who was even remotely dry was knocked into the creek and doused with buckets, or held under until they had to be let up for air.