Disclaimer: I don't own any of The Outsiders they belong to S.E. Hinton. If
you don't recall seeing them in the book, then it's probably one of my
characters. Sorry if this was anyone's idea. I didn't take it from anyone;
it's just something that popped into mind. Oh, and the story is written
from Dally's point of view I may change it. Please be nice this is my first
Outsiders fan fiction. I welcome all reviews and comments though.
Dally's P.O.V.
"Hey Dally." Ponyboy said as he and Johnny walked over to where I was standing.
"Hey." I said to Johnny and Pony. "Hey, Johnny how did that happen?" I asked talking about the new cut above his eye.
"Dad hit me, when I fell back I hit the edge of the table."
"That son of a ..." Before I could finish my thought, a car with about four Socs, drove around the corner. "What the hell are they doing here?" I asked.
"Don't know." Came the reply, I'm not sure whether it was Pony or Johnny. As soon as the car drove away, I started back with the conversation. "What do you guys wanna do?"
"I don't know." Pony said. Johnny didn't answer.
"Let's go over to the lot or something." Johnny said. We started walking toward the lot.
"Hey Winston!" I heard a voice call my name. I turned around to see Curly Shepard standing about twenty feet away.
"What do you want Curly?" I asked getting annoyed with the kid.
"Heard you were hanging out with my girl the other night thought I'd settle the little problem with ya."
"What problem? According to her she's not your girl."
"Hey man, she is my girl! So you stay the hell away from her!" Curly said pulling out a switch.
"Who's gonna make me?" I asked getting more sarcastic.
"I am." Curly said advancing toward me with the knife in his hand.
I had to laugh. The little twit acutely thought he could take me? That would be enough to make any greaser in our neighborhood laugh. When Curly got over to me, he swung the knife and it hit my arm. I could feel the blood running down my arm. I balled my hand into a fist and when I swung my hand connected with his jaw. He stumbled backwards and fell on his butt. He lost the knife in the process. As soon as he got up he charged at me again. I hit him again, this time punching him in the stomach and sent him down to the ground. He didn't get up. Instead he rolled over and groaned in pain. Me, Pony and Johnny started toward the lot.
"Dally, your arm's bleeding." Johnny said. I looked down at my arm and it looked like it was bleeding pretty good.
"I'll be all right, as soon as I stop the bleeding." I said.
"We can go over to my house and get somethin' for it." Pony said. So instead of going to the lot we went over to Pony's house. When we got to Pony's house, I cleaned up the cut.
"Damn punk." I said as I put a bandage over the cut.
"I think you need stitches Dal." Johnny said.
"Nah, It's not that bad Johnny."
After I got the bandage on my arm, Sodapop got home and Steve was with him.
"Hey Pony." Soda said coming in the door. "Hey Johnny, Dally." He said as soon as he saw us.
"What happened to your arm Dally?" Steve asked.
"Got in a fight with Curly. He pulled a blade." I said as the rest of the gang came into the house.
"What started it?" Darry asked when he sat down on the couch.
"Curly said I was messin' with his girl."
"Where you?" Darry questioned.
"No, the stupid broad was hangin' around on me." I said, lighting up a cigarette.
"Dally, no smoking in the house." Steve said.
"Huh?" I looked at Steve. "No smoking in the house." Darry said looking over at me.
I put the cigarette out in the kitchen and then walked back into the living room with the rest of the guys. "I'm going to go. I'll see you guys around." I said walking to the door.
"I'm going to go too." Johnny said following me.
I was going to go over to Buck's, which is where I stayed, but I didn't really want to Johnny over there. Curly may get some guys together and come looking for me and well, who knows what they would do. I know I can take care of myself, especially in fights, but still.... Like I said, I wasn't sure I wanted Johnny hanging over at Buck's but I wasn't going to let him walk the streets alone. We walked in and went up stairs. Buck was having a party as usual.
"Close the door." I said as we went into the room that Buck let me use.
Johnny shut the door and sat down in a chair that was in my cluttered room. There were clothes, chairs and blankets all over the floor. You had to be careful not to trip over anything.
"Man, this room is a mess." I just looked at Johnny when he said this.
"So?"
Johnny didn't say anything. "Hey kid, relax. I wasn't getting mad at you." I said trying to calm him down because he looked a little nervous. I lit up a cigarette and handed Johnny one. He lit it and leaned his head back against the wall.
"Damn, my side hurts." I heard said as I laid down on the bed.
A bruise was starting to show on my right side over my ribs and it hurt pretty bad too.
"Curly musta got you pretty good, Dal." Johnny said.
"Yeah." I said.
I was really tired and starting to hurt from the fight. I had just laid down and was talking to Johnny when someone knocked on the door. I got up, walked over to the door and opened it.
"Dally, can...I..." I opened the door farther so the young girl could come in.
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Dally's P.O.V.
"Hey Dally." Ponyboy said as he and Johnny walked over to where I was standing.
"Hey." I said to Johnny and Pony. "Hey, Johnny how did that happen?" I asked talking about the new cut above his eye.
"Dad hit me, when I fell back I hit the edge of the table."
"That son of a ..." Before I could finish my thought, a car with about four Socs, drove around the corner. "What the hell are they doing here?" I asked.
"Don't know." Came the reply, I'm not sure whether it was Pony or Johnny. As soon as the car drove away, I started back with the conversation. "What do you guys wanna do?"
"I don't know." Pony said. Johnny didn't answer.
"Let's go over to the lot or something." Johnny said. We started walking toward the lot.
"Hey Winston!" I heard a voice call my name. I turned around to see Curly Shepard standing about twenty feet away.
"What do you want Curly?" I asked getting annoyed with the kid.
"Heard you were hanging out with my girl the other night thought I'd settle the little problem with ya."
"What problem? According to her she's not your girl."
"Hey man, she is my girl! So you stay the hell away from her!" Curly said pulling out a switch.
"Who's gonna make me?" I asked getting more sarcastic.
"I am." Curly said advancing toward me with the knife in his hand.
I had to laugh. The little twit acutely thought he could take me? That would be enough to make any greaser in our neighborhood laugh. When Curly got over to me, he swung the knife and it hit my arm. I could feel the blood running down my arm. I balled my hand into a fist and when I swung my hand connected with his jaw. He stumbled backwards and fell on his butt. He lost the knife in the process. As soon as he got up he charged at me again. I hit him again, this time punching him in the stomach and sent him down to the ground. He didn't get up. Instead he rolled over and groaned in pain. Me, Pony and Johnny started toward the lot.
"Dally, your arm's bleeding." Johnny said. I looked down at my arm and it looked like it was bleeding pretty good.
"I'll be all right, as soon as I stop the bleeding." I said.
"We can go over to my house and get somethin' for it." Pony said. So instead of going to the lot we went over to Pony's house. When we got to Pony's house, I cleaned up the cut.
"Damn punk." I said as I put a bandage over the cut.
"I think you need stitches Dal." Johnny said.
"Nah, It's not that bad Johnny."
After I got the bandage on my arm, Sodapop got home and Steve was with him.
"Hey Pony." Soda said coming in the door. "Hey Johnny, Dally." He said as soon as he saw us.
"What happened to your arm Dally?" Steve asked.
"Got in a fight with Curly. He pulled a blade." I said as the rest of the gang came into the house.
"What started it?" Darry asked when he sat down on the couch.
"Curly said I was messin' with his girl."
"Where you?" Darry questioned.
"No, the stupid broad was hangin' around on me." I said, lighting up a cigarette.
"Dally, no smoking in the house." Steve said.
"Huh?" I looked at Steve. "No smoking in the house." Darry said looking over at me.
I put the cigarette out in the kitchen and then walked back into the living room with the rest of the guys. "I'm going to go. I'll see you guys around." I said walking to the door.
"I'm going to go too." Johnny said following me.
I was going to go over to Buck's, which is where I stayed, but I didn't really want to Johnny over there. Curly may get some guys together and come looking for me and well, who knows what they would do. I know I can take care of myself, especially in fights, but still.... Like I said, I wasn't sure I wanted Johnny hanging over at Buck's but I wasn't going to let him walk the streets alone. We walked in and went up stairs. Buck was having a party as usual.
"Close the door." I said as we went into the room that Buck let me use.
Johnny shut the door and sat down in a chair that was in my cluttered room. There were clothes, chairs and blankets all over the floor. You had to be careful not to trip over anything.
"Man, this room is a mess." I just looked at Johnny when he said this.
"So?"
Johnny didn't say anything. "Hey kid, relax. I wasn't getting mad at you." I said trying to calm him down because he looked a little nervous. I lit up a cigarette and handed Johnny one. He lit it and leaned his head back against the wall.
"Damn, my side hurts." I heard said as I laid down on the bed.
A bruise was starting to show on my right side over my ribs and it hurt pretty bad too.
"Curly musta got you pretty good, Dal." Johnny said.
"Yeah." I said.
I was really tired and starting to hurt from the fight. I had just laid down and was talking to Johnny when someone knocked on the door. I got up, walked over to the door and opened it.
"Dally, can...I..." I opened the door farther so the young girl could come in.
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