Chap. One ( Prologue)
A/N: I do not own the Outsiders or the characters
It had been raining like mad for the entire day, so the entire gang was forced to stay indoors. Even Darry, who had been scheduled to work, had to stay home. They all were either reading, watching TV or in Two-Bit's case searching through various possessions.
"I'M BORED!" Two-Bit shouted. Steve and Soda glared at him, along with Darry.
"Then read something, it won't kill you," Pony replied. This grabbed the attention of the entire gang, as Pony usually not the type to respond to Two-Bit's insane mutterings.
"Okay, okay. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
Two-Bit opened up Pony's backpack, and searched through it. Pony always had about five books in there (something Darry and Soda tried to talk him in to changing to no effect) when he came across Pony's theme from two years ago. It had earned him an A, thus raising Pony's semester grade from the C- it was at to a B+. Pony had never shown the gang his theme, as he wasn't sure how everyone would react.
"I'll read this!" Two- Bit cried, ignoring the death glares that everyone was giving him. "When I—"
Two-Bit was interrupted by Pony, throwing himself at the older greaser. A small fight broke out, and everyone was surprised to see Two-Bit losing steam. Pony had gotten some of his old strength back in the two years since that night, and he was determined to prevent Two-Bit (or anyone else) from reading that paper. The only reason it was still in his bag was that his current English teacher wanted to read it. Two- Bit, earning laughter from the rest of the gang, finally pinned down Pony. It was tradition, after all. Pony got up and stormed out of the room, forgetting in his haste, the paper that he didn't want anyone to read.
"So what did you do, Two-Bit, to earn the wrath of my little brother?" Soda asked, his brown eyes dancing with delight yet a cloud of concern masking them.
"Tried to read a paper from two years ago," Two-Bit said, gasping for air. That fight took a lot out of the 18 year old, and he wasn't proud of it at all.
"Pony's usually less violent when you try to read his stuff." Darry said with a smirk. "Let's read it, Pon will come out when he's cooled off."
Picking up the notebook, Darry flipped to the front and began to read.
A/N: I know, short chapter. Don't kill me, but I had to start this story. I can't find any of the whole 'the characters read' fics on the site so I decided to write my own. REVIEW!