One Hot Summer- An Outsiders Fanfiction (Slow Updates)
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  • Reads 11,667
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 1h 34m
Ongoing, First published Oct 08, 2012
I’m trapped. You don’t think an almost 16 year old would have so many problems in life, but you will be surprised.  To begin with, nobody gives a rat’s ass about me.  Not my mom, dad, friends, and especially not my brother.  I wanted to do something different this summer.  Something fulfilling, not the same old I’ve been doing with my fake friends for the past few summers.  You see, being a Socs isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.  Sure you got your fancy clothes, cars, and houses but there’s more to it.  Hate, anger, judgment, greed, wild parties, fights that get out of hand, parents that aren’t there for you, and to top it all off: greasers.  It’s not even the dirty delinquent greasers that you have to watch out for.  It’s the ones that love sunsets, movies, books, and all the things you wish you could find in a guy that society would accept but you can’t because there’s simply only one of those kind of guys in the world.  His name is Ponyboy Curtis.
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