Steve Randle Fan Fiction

Where to live?

Me and Dallas walked together and he brought me to a bar, "this is where I live, listen all those guys back there are part of our gang but there is still more, we are greasers and you have to be careful because there are other greasers that will hurt you bad for no reason other than that they are bored." I nodded, "Dallas I don't want to stay at a bar." He shrugged, "well let's get back to the gang and we can see who you can live with." We walked back to the DX and when we got there, they're were mor guys inside, we stepped inside and Dallas said, "hey I know y'all just met but Jameson needs a place to stay other than Bucks, is anyone willing to take her in?" Steve put his hand up, "my house is empty and I'm financially stable she could stay with me." Dallas nodded, "is that okay Jameson." I smiled, "yeah, call me Jamie." He patted my shoulder, "okay, call me Dally." I nodded and he left I walked up to a guy with blondeish hair and put my hand out, "hi my name is Jameson, what is yours?" He shook my hand, "I'm Two bit." I turned to a tall muscular guy I kind got scared he looked like my uncle who used to hit me, I put my hand out, "hello what is your name?" He smiled and put his hand out, "my name is Darry, I'm the leader of the gang." I nodded.
TIME SKIP TO 6:00 PM
Me and Steve were walking to his house when he said, "you don't look like Dally at all you know that?" I nodded, I had blonde hair and blue eyes, I looked like my aunt, "yeah I know, I look like my aunt." He smiled, "your aunt must be pretty." I could feel myself blush, "you ain't to bad looking yourself." I could hear my thick accent even though I tried to hide it. We got to his house and walked in, "this is my house, you will see some mail with the name Evie on it, she's my ex." I nodded, "this is a nice house." He looked at me like I was crazy, "how bad was New York, this house is old and run down." I shrugged, "I thought I had it good, guess not." We both laughed and I sat on the couch and he sat next to me, "so why don't you tell me about yourself." He said I sighed, "what do you want to know?" He smiled, "well are you tuff like Dally, do you have a reputation like he does or not." I shrugged, "I'm not as tuff and him, but I can defend myself if I need to, and yeah in New York I had a big reputation, when Dally ran it put me at the top of our gang." He laughed, "tell me about your parents." He said I took a deep breath, "well my mom is a drunk, and my dad is a bad man who beats me and about three years ago he started to sexually abuse me." Steve looked sad, "don't worry, I'm here now and I'm safe around you." He smiled and hugged me, I felt so safe around Steve and I felt like I have known him forever. I put my head in his shoulder and fell asleep. I was going for a walk when my dad came out of nowhere and hit me with a bat. Then I was shaken awake by Steve, "Jameson are you okay." I swallowed hard, "yeah I had a nightmare, could you tell?" He nodded, "you just started shaking." I took a deep breath, "sorry." He ruffled my hair, "don't apologize you can't help it." I smiled, "thanks Steve." I got up and said, "can I borrow some clothes?" He got up and went to his room, he threw me a t-shirt, "my jeans won't fit you so let's go to see if Ponyboy has some that will." I nodded and we walked to another house, I looked similar to Steve's, "hey Ponyboy can Jameson borrow some of your old jeans?" He smiled and went to his room. He came out with four pairs of blue jeans, "thank you, I like your blonde hair." He touched his hair, "thanks." Me and Steve were walking back when I noticed his tattoo, "I have that same tattoo." He looked at my arm, "I have it done on my shoulder blade." He nodded, "we need to get you a blade, and have Two bit teach you how to open it fast." I laughed, "a butterfly?" He nodded, "I know how to open one." He shook his head, "Two bit will be the judge of that." We both laughed. When we got back to his house he brought me to the room next to his, "This will be your room." I thanked him and shut the door, I changed and walked out, "let's go see Two bit." Steve said while standing up, "okay but I need one first." He shrugged, while we were walking we stopped at another gas station and grabbed a knife then went to the other house. I stood in front of Two bit and flipped it open in a fast but difficult manner, "wow, how did you do that?" He asked, I shrugged, "been practicing for eight years."