Johnny

Darry

Cherry

I would marry johnny

Kill darry

And kiss cherry what would you do?

The people who have participated in parts 1 & 2 already know their roles. (And yes I’m alive and staying gold.)

This is gonna be a regular thing i do here

Ponyboy

Dally

Two-bit

I would Marry Pony(personally hes cute to me)

I would kill dally(i dont like him)

I would kiss two-bit(also cute)

What would you guys do?

Before I post this, I warn y'all it does have language, use of drugs, and other inappropriate things throughout the story. The reason I use it is too add realism. Feel free to give your opinion on it, just know I won't be changing anything. Anyways, here is Chapter 1:

I stepped out of my Uncle Morris’s house into the warm post-spring heat. This was an odd year so far, the weather usually didn’t get warmer until mid-June in New York. Later on, I would forget about that just like a lot of other things. I lived with my uncle because my dad had the job of a nuclear inspector constantly traveling. I never knew who my mom was, my dad never told me. My uncle was retired, and played competitive poker for fun. He knew when it was time to stop though. Our house was a small, one story with peeling paint on the outside. We didn’t mind, what was the point in spending money to make something look nice when it was fine on the inside? Inside, included two bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom, and living area. The only unique thing about our house was there were bars on all the windows. Uncle Morris had these installed when he bought the house because our part of New York was a dangerous place, and we couldn’t risk some psychopath on meth breaking in at the middle of the night. My name is Carlotta, and yes, I am half Italian. I am sixteen years old with black hair down to my ears, purple eyes, and a slender body. I carry a six-inch metal knife with a faded picture of lady liberty on the handle, which I use in fights. I won’t risk my knuckles being broken. As I stepped onto the sidewalk in my brown quarters, I had two things on my mind: To go meet up with the gang and something to eat. I figured the gang would be at a place we called ‘The Annex’ which was in between the back of a run down theatre and an apartment complex near the front of the neighborhood. Our gang included Abdus Piper, a seventeen year old Arabian with long brown hair and one hell of a pair of fast legs. He used this to an advantage to hack off cops and steal things if they’re needed. He lived in an apartment complex on the other side of Greenwich. He wore a beret with a peace symbol on it. Being greasers, we don’t believe in peace however. Peace doesn’t solve much. There was Robin Shotgun who was a seventeen year old American with gnarly blonde hair and green eyes. Robin was a foulmouth, especially to women who he tried to hook up with. He’d bug with them until they ignored him and then he’d cuss at them. He always had a grin on his face no matter what though. He had a brother off in ‘Nam who he had been pretty close with. Then there was Sam who Robin had found in an alley with near hypothermia one night. Sam was fifteen years old with no known name or parents so we just called him Sam. He was the only negroe in our gang with curly black hair and a very skinny body. You rarely ever saw him in a different attire other than a tan fishing vest and some jeans no matter the temperature. He lived with Robin’s old man in a house west of mine. He’s also the only member in our gang that didn’t smoke. Then there was Ava Kaneko. She’s a bit more than a month younger than myself. She’s Asian with the grooviest black hair down to her shoulders. She’s skinny with a slightly tall body and wears flower earrings as well as black gloves with the tops cut off exposing her fingertips. I first met her in my seventh grade math class and she was the most pretty girl I’d ever seen. She had a real nice personality though, unlike most chicks and a very quiet voice. I loved her so that’s why I invited her. Who said chicks can’t be violent? Lastly, there was Del who was the brother of Ava. He was sixteen years old with tall black hair that really gave him some of his height. He was skinny like the rest of us. You usually saw him wearing brown boots up to his shins and an unissued M51 U.S. Army parka with rips and tears all over it which he bought from some surplus a couple years ago. Both Ava and Del lived with their old lady in a house on top of their mom’s barber shop on the north side. Since today was Saturday, kids were chasing each other around with water guns, screaming. People were out on the street singing songs of protest. Other teenagers were standing around stores smoking trying to talk to chicks. A typical weekend here in Greenwich Village. When I got to The Annex, I pulled myself up onto the roof. When you first entered the Annex, you had to walk up a ramp like part of the two buildings which was about five feet wide which separated the theatre and apartment complex. Once you got past that part, the roof became flat with a bunch of space behind the two buildings, and a clear view of the Hudson river. You could even see some of New Jersey across it. Abdus was sitting in a lawn chair facing the river, smoking a cigarette. “Hey.” I said walking onto the roof. “Ello,” he said, still staring at the river. “Want a weed?” “Sure”, I said , taking the cigarette. He pulled out his lighter and lit it. “I’m gonna go buy a bagel or something down at the bakery if ya want somethin.” “I’m fine, but you can get me a Moxie,” he said. “I can’t believe you like that stuff, you weird fucking foreigner!” I joked to him, noting it. I hopped down from the roof and started toward the bakery a couple blocks down. Some kids in a 66 Camino and a Mustang were yelling at each other from their car, throwing bottles too. A street away from the bakery was Winston’s Oil Co. gas station which had been around since ‘48. That was where we usually bought our cigarettes from, and an occasional Playboy magazine which Robin sometimes bought (mostly stole). I passed by an alley on 11th Street, and I saw an officer beating what looked to be an old man wearing ragged clothes, and had scruffy hair. Just as I lost my attention and started forward, an orange Chevrolet suddenly laid rubber behind me. I turned around, and there was Robin, wearing sunglasses and smoking, his hair all greased up. Del was sitting in the backseat, yelling at someone in another car, sticking the middle finger up. The radio was on, and turned up all the way. Lucifer Sam by Pink Floyd was playing. “Hey Carlet, Del and I just gotta five-finger discount from some old sweat hog! A bunch of fuckin pillows!”Robin said and laughed, just as I saw a lot of various colored patterned pillows. “Are the cops hacked off?” I asked. “Nah, that hippy didn’t see shit!” Del said from the back of the car after turning away from the other car. “Well, I’ll see ya at the Annex later,” I said and started forward, laughing to myself. After a few minutes, I passed by Winston’s. Outside the gas station, in the parking lot were about a dozen men our age yelling at each other. Half of them looked to be the always hated Socs. Socs were what us greasers called the rich, ungrateful, spoiled kids. They had nice clothing, could afford a nice steak, had tuff cars, and always beat on us. These socs looked no different, and the rest of the men looked to be greasers. Greasers were the poor side of town, but we still had tuff cars sometimes, and nice clothes (At least in our opinion). One of the socs pulled out what looked to be a chain, and some other socs pulled out knives. A fight was about to fly. I walked a bit closer to the anger-enthused fighters, forgetting that I was hungry. One thing both socs and greasers had in common was they liked fights. It may seem psychotic, but fights were interesting to us, especially when there was nothing good on the boob tube. Some of the greasers pulled out their knives, and one picked up a loose brick on the ground. My cigarette was fully smoked, so I threw it onto the ground, and smashed it with my shoe. The bright sun shined on the shiny knife blades and chain. Two of the men, one greaser and one soc started circling each other, weapons at ease. Full of surprise, the greaser leapt at the soc, causing him to fall on his back, making out troubled jabs with his knife towards the greaser. As soon as that first strike occurred, the remaining greasers and socs did the same. Screams of pain, yells in anger, the clinking of knives, the blood. It was all so interesting, just like a painting of the Roman Empire at battle. If somebody’d heard me say that, I bet they would mistake me for being high. I was starting to walk closer, without thinking of the consequences that could occur. Then, a sudden cold finger touched my back. The blood in my veins rushed into my head, thinking a soc had just invited me to the rumble.

Is it just me that thinks dally's death was way worse than johnny's.

Hello everyone!! I just found this Wiki so here are some memes!

Hope you like it!!

Hey y'all, I hope you're all doing well. I have been writing my own story set in the time as the Outsiders. Tell me if you'd like me to share it with you. I'm currently writing chapter 2 as of now.

What are Johnny and Dally's favorite colors?

doing a school assignment and i found the birthdays of each of the characters on the respective wiki pages. however, i want to know if there is any official source of these, other than yahoo answers, or if it's just made up. (e.g. sodapop's birthday is claimed to be oct 8th but he claims that it is a "couple of weeks" after at least sept 28th)

Steve

Bob

Randy

I'd kiss Randy (ew)

Marry Steve

KIll Bob (sounds about right)

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