All credit goes to S.E. Hinton for the original book, this is solely fanfiction based off the characters and actions that take place within the book. Any semblance of the original book is for entertainment and creative purposes only. No copyright infringement intended.

Darrel Curtis

I've lived in this shit town for twenty-two years and nothing good has ever come from it. I was born into a greaser home looking like a soc. I love being a greaser, but at times with all these feuds and things I just wish I could be somewhere different.

And when I was eighteen I wanted to go to college, but unfortunately we just didn't have the money. So I became an unlicensed carpenter. Fixing roofs and porches and tiling floors at times.

And to top it off my parents died in a brutal train wreck, leaving me to take care of my two kid brothers. And don't get me wrong, I love my two kid brothers to death, I would do anything for them, but sometimes it all gets too much. Four years later and we are still in debt, barely scrapping together enough money to pay off the funeral and the house and the truck payment each month.

We don't have enough room for the luxuries of life. But then again we aren't soc's, so what did I expect?

"Order for Curtis." I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard my name and went up to the counter to pick up the food for all of us.

I saw a pretty young waitress with a name tag of Olivia on her chest putting two tied plastic bags of takeout carts on the counter.

(Let's pretend her name tag doesn't say max, okay? Yeah, thanks)

"Thank you Miss." I tipped my hat to her.

"You're welcome Darrel." She smacked a bit on her wad of gum. Ugh another soc.

"How exactly do you know my name, Miss... Olivia?" I asked looking at her like she had an extra hand shooting out of he head.

"Every greaser and soc around in this neighborhood knows who you are. You're the only greaser that looks like he could be a soc, and usually doesn't get involved in rumbles." She stated matter-of-factly. And it was true, I'll give her that.

"Alright, well thanks again, bye Olivia."

"And you are the greaser with the best manners." Sh shouted as I was walking out the glass double doors. I threw a small wave over my shoulder at her and hopped in the old rusty Ford.

I got home and everyone dug in while watching Mickey Mouse thanks to Two-Bit who hid stole the remote and changed the channel, then hid the remote so no one could change it. And everyone knew not to touch the remote around him and his Mickey Mouse specials, he had that fighting spirit about him.

I just kicked back and popped the top on a long neck. It's been a long day.

"Soda, I might need you to get the knots on my shoulder again tonight." I spoke up when a commercial came on the TV.

"You carried two packages up the ladder again didn't you?" He spoke through clenched teeth. I just sighed and that was all the answer he needed.

"You know what we told you about that Darry." Pony rolled his eyes and I just shook my head at them.

"Looks like someone's ass is getting kicked." Steve laughed but immediately shut up when I threw a glare at him.

Olivia Sheldon

"He's so fine, I swear." I sighed while leaning on the counter and looking off into the distance dreamily.

"Oh get over him, would you?" Kieran, my best friend and colleague said whipping my with a towel. (Let's be real, that shit hurts)

"Yeah, and you get over Sodapop." I bit back. That was a bit harsh.

"Hey now, I'm dating Soda, you though, you'll never have a chance with Darry. You're a soc, and he's a greaser, it just doesn't happen. And he has his two kid brothers to worry about, he doesn't have time for little flings." She said with honest sincerity in her voice.

"Yeah well, anyone can dream. And have you forgotten about sandy the soc, you know, the one my idiot brother knocked up." I asked her. Damn, I never thought I would stoop so low.

"We don't talk about that bitch." She replied angrily and her nostrils were flaring. I knew I hit a nerve then, but so had she.

"Yeah whatever, let's just get back to work." I walked over to one of my four tables and started wiping it down after cleaning off all the dishes. The bell above the door jingled and I looked up to see my brother and his three other jerk friends walking in and taking a table they know I have to wait on. It so happened to be right behind the one I was cleaning now, so they could see my every move. Damn these short ass skirts.

After I finished with that table I plastered on a fake smile a turned around to see my brothers friends staring at me with lust in their eyes. I rolled my eyes at them and continued smacking on my gum.

"What can I get y'all?" I asked nicely, cause damn did I need this job.

"A piece of you." Smart-ass one AKA Kurt said.

"Oh yes, and pigs will fly in 2030." I bit back sarcastically.

"Oh come on sis, lighten up. Besides, I hear sex is a great way to release pent-up stress." Bob glared up at me.

"You would know." I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?" He squeezed my thigh as if it would hurt me.

"I said, 'shouldn't you be in Florida taking care of that bitch and your bastard child?'." I glared down at him.

"You watch your mouth." He deliberately backhanded me with the hand that holds his three prized possessions. AKA his 'greaser rings'.

"Still haven't told Sherri, I see." I bit my cheek. I do not need them to see me crying like a weakling, cause damn that stung like ass.

"Yeah, and she's never going to find out." He gave me another one of his 'intimidating' glares.

"We'll see about that. Has that STD cleared yet?" I smirked

"Whatever." He pushed me away from the table.

I wrote down what I already knew they wanted and handed it the kitchen workers while filling four glasses with beer. I set it on a tray and walked it over to their table.

When I went back Kieran stared at me with wide eyes and rushed over.

"What happened to your cheek Boy Wonder?" She used an old nickname while turning my face and inspecting my bruised cheek.

"It's nothing Dark Knight, I've been through worse." I sighed

;

"Sheldon, Kelly, you're off the clock."

"Thank God." I sighed. We walked out to Bob's car together since he picked us up and dropped us off everyday. As much as he hates greasers, he doesn't actually mind Kieran. I hopped in the back while she took the front and Bob revved the engine making it roar and all heads in the diner turn towards us. I swear, he's more proud of this thing that he is his rings and every time he takes down a greaser. And he's damn proud of both of those.

"Now, about Darrel..." Kieran turned back towards me a smirk plastered on her face.

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