For context, this is based off a book / movie called The Outsiders. You may read this back in 7th grade, but it's quite old. In the storyline, there's two sides, Soc's and Greasers. Soc's tend to be rich, have life better than others. Greaser's tend to be poor and trouble-makers. Often, Soc's and Greasers would fight.
I just read about two months it in Creative writing 10 for novel study, but my processing skills aren't that we'll anymore so I'm still working on it😑💔
Being raised as a Soc, you're taught that you're better than Greaser's. My parents always told me, "Don't befriend anybody less than you." For a while, I followed that rule. However, now I found myself falling for a Greaser boy. At first, I was annoyed by him. After a while, I really enjoyed his company. As I'm studying, I'll see his eyes gazing over at me. It's quite hard to ignore, so occasionally I'll meet his eyes just to scare him off. Whenever we walk in public, I'll be walking about a foot or two ahead. Again, you don't want to be seen with a Greaser. We almost got busted, another Soc spotted me in public with him. Now, you may be wondering why him? I could've been with any Soc, but I chose him. To me, he stands out from the rest. Despite him being poor, he knows how to still have fun. Majority of the time, it's him getting in trouble. That's not the reason why I love him though. Nobody, but me gets to see a certain side of him. Around night, we'll take a midnight stroll. By then, nobody is around so we'll talk about life. He isn't afraid to open up to me, or learn a thing or two from me. A regular Soc boy, they're hard to crack. Money is their personality to me, it's quite irritating. I'm only worried about the public. It's selfish, but it's a scary thing. My parents would kill me if I was with a Greaser.
Wow I know I'm very late but this is amazing! I saw in another comment that said it was a book am I right? Idk but I'll go check! Anyways thanks for getting me more interested in it! :>
“Tell me,” the man I hated looked at me with a sly smile, “You just can’t resist me?” “That’s a lie and you know it.” I snapped back, looking into those luring eyes of him. “That’s where you’re wrong. Do you ever come to the realization that you can’t live in that little perfect world of yours? Someone’s gonna ruin it, and I think it’d be best if it was me.” “Screw you.” I couldn’t handle being next to him, not when I knew I would do a mistake. “I’m leaving, and don’t you ever come back.” I wish he’d stop me, I wish that he would just hold me. But even I know his ego was too big for that. So I turned away and I walked away from that face I knew I’d miss one day. But a hand grabbed my wrist and he pulled me to his chest. Peering up to those eyes was the only thing I had left to do. His lips met mine and the world seemed different, the social status that surrounded our social lives left our world. It was just him and I, in our perfect little world. “Ruin my life,” I whispered as I dug my head into his chest. “I don’t care anymore.”
i can totally see romeo and juliet '96 vibes but with the outsiders.. now lemme just imagine me as juliet in angel costume as i heart eyes in slowmo with a greaser in knights costume behind the aquarium 😌✨
OH SHITTTTT THE QUEEN JUST PUT HER CROWN BACK ON YOOOOO I REMEMBER THE FIRST SONG FROM THAT ONE DISNEY MOVIE BEACH PARTY OR SOMETHING AAAAAAA IT FITS THE OUTSIDERASSSSS SO MUCHHHH ESPECIALLY FOR CHERRY IT FOTS HER SO MUCH
Wasn't the movie called Teen Beach? Dude I remember binge watching that so many times and it's on Disney+ rn so ahdjsbfjdbejejrb *it's nostalgia time bois*
Heres some Outsiders fun facts! My dad met the actors when he was like 8 or 9!! He was living in Tulsa, Oklahoma at the time, which is where the book is based, and where the movie was filmed. The fountain that the Socs tried to drown Ponyboy in, my dad fell in that fountain multiple times walking along the edge of it. I've gone to the exact same drive in movie place that they went to in the movie. The scene where Dally fell out of chair during the movie? Yea. That wasn't scripted, it just happened, and they decided to leave it in for some added humor. The Curtis Brothers house? That used to belong to a family member of mine. I have yet to go to it. The church stuff was filmed in a part of Skiatook that's now underwater in the lake. Thats all I have for now, if I get anything else, I'll add to it! More stuff: the fountain doesn't exist anymore, they removed it from that park. Very upset about that my dad said it was a pretty nice fountain
You swore under your breath. You swore you'd avoid them at any cost. Those greasers were nothing but trouble. Your parents would tell you time and time again, that they'd do nothing but break your heart. They're naturally proficient at breaking things. At least, that's what you thought. But how gently she holds you. She curve of her lip, tilted into that crooked grin that you KNOW means nothing good. But you can't help yourself. She's addicting. The love she warms you with, the kisses she bestows upon your skin. The furtive glances stolen during class or lunch. There are times where she drops by your house, beaten and bloodied thanks to her want to fight for you. To defend you and your honor, even when you're not there. You tell yourself that the fighting on your behalf has to end, that the two of you would have to end. But each time she smiles, those thoughts deflate into nothing. You love her. You swear, you love her. Trouble and all.
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Imagine you’re a soc in class staring at the greaser across the classroom, loving everything about them. Then their friends tell them you were looking at them smiling and blushing, they turn to you and you smile and look away while blushing. They then, laugh with their friends, they look at you and wink while making that gun thing with their fingers and shoot you with it. You blush even more and smiling at them. You know you have a crush on them. Then your friends turn to you “ hey what was that” “ you like that greaser don’t you” “girl, that is a bad idea, stay away from him” “ they’re just gonna ruin your life one way or the other, you know that” they took turns commenting. “Yeah, I know, you don’t have to worry” you dismiss them off. Then you went back to being mesmerized by that greaser, you loved everything about them, the way their hair looks, their attitude was so hot, and you were sure deep inside there was a part of them that was soft, they were so cute to you. You didn’t care that it was obvious you liked them, in fact you didn’t care if they knew or not, you just liked them. You daydream about spending time with them, doing anything, it didn’t matter as long as you were spending time together. A part of you also knew you weren’t allowed to be together. You thought that if you two wanted to be together, then you can be, it doesn’t matter what anybody else wants. But if they ended up not wanting to be with you, you were planning to either continue having a crush on them even if you two don’t end up together or just getting over them. To you, it doesn’t matter if you don’t date them. You just like them, just a crush that doesn’t really mean anything that big, but you still liked liking them. This is trash but it what I imagined in my head lol 🥸
Oh my God, my class just finished this book! I almost cried when Dallas got shot, I actually had the biggest crush on him. I didn't even know The Outsiders was that popular! Time to watch the movie :D
You pull up on your Harley and the motor can be heard all through the neighbourhood. My mother looks up from where she's folding clothes by my dresser. My heart leaps in my chest and I'm sure she can hear it. "I hope this isn't that greaser kid I've been hearing things about." "No ma", I say. "Well good. You're not going out regardless, Suzy's father called today and told me about what you two have been getting up to. When your dad comes home he's going to have a word or two about this." "Yeah, I got it. No going out." - When I scale the ledge outside my window I have just enough leeway to land on the garage and slip down the flower lattice. It's quick and quiet and out of reach of the dining room window; no one will be the wiser. You're smoking around the corner, the motorbike engine purring deeply. "Hey", I nod towards you. "Hey kid, we buggin out?" "Yeah, take the back road though. My old man's gonna be home any minute." "Capisce" You stub out your cigarette under your boot and hand me a helmet. Putting my arms around you hasn't gotten any less strange since the first time, you smell of cologne and your leather jacket is soft between my fingers. "So, where are we going?", I ask when the wind whips through my hair, lights blurring as we pass them. I briefly wish I had the car, things are always so much more awkward without the radio to serve as background noise for conversations. "I was thinkin the bean wagon, but it's your call honey." "Sure, sounds good. I don't have any cash on me though." "Oh really?", you laugh. "Hard to believe" "I was racing for pinks and got my allowance dropped after my dad caught wind of it. They know I'm hanging around with you." "Hey, I'm an outstanding citizen!", you say, and I see we've reached the Foreign Restaurant so I slip one leg over the seat of the bike. "I'll pay" "Hard to believe you're not getting a five-finger discount." You push me. "I ain't all that bad, c'mon. And I would if we were in TJ, but I know the owner's son and wanna stay in their good books." - /I'm tired and this isn't as fleshed out as it could be, but there you go/
I hated being Johnny's sister. Don't get me wrong; He was alright enough. But sometimes I really wish we hadn't adopted him. He was older than me by almost a year, with a nicely tanned face, dark hair, and big, brown-almost-black eyes. He looked like a sad, lost puppy that had been kicked around too much. It made sense from where he was coming from. We 'saved' him from a bad home situation. My parents pitied him. I didn't. They spoiled him mighty well, and I hated them for it. I missed being an only child, I missed being the center of attention. Nowadays, it was always 'Johnny this' and 'Johnny that'. Sure, he got me out of a few rumbles, but that didn't mean I liked him. I just tolerated his presence. I reckon he felt the same, because he hadn't said a word since we met. Today, he had his friends over. I despised all of them with a passion. They were loud, unkempt, and fresh. I was mad angry with them today, and they haven't even done anything. Yet. I trotted down the stairs, my leather jacket flapping behind me. I had decided to wear my leather skirt, too, as it looked cool in my opinion. I wasn't dressed to impress; I just liked looking good. I gave Johnny a quick hug, caring more about smudging my dark eyeliner than giving him any sort of affection. He gets enough as it is anyway. "Have you seen Sal today? She was supposed to come by and pick me up for ice cream with the girls," I affirmed. He shook his head no. 'Of course he wouldn't give me a verbal response,' I thought. 'He hasn't said a word since we met.' I was pulled out of my imagination by a whistle. "Wow, doll. You sure are somethin'." I rolled my eyes at the greaser in front of me. "I know. Now get outta my way." He chuckled to himself as if I was trying to amuse him. "Feisty," He said, leaning in much closer than I was comfortable with. "That's the way I like 'em." I gave him a too-sweet smile in response. "Do me a favor, go be a darling and fuck yourself, would ya?" I heard some surprised gasps come from the rest of the group, who had done nothing to stop his inappropriate behavior. The leather-clad greaser (who was still too close) in front of me grimaced. His face hardened as if I had pushed a wrong button. "Nobody ever talks to me like that and gets away with it," He growled. "So I'm gonna be nice and give you a chance to change what you just said." I leaned back, crossing my arms across my chest. I realized he was serious and laughed a little. "You really think I'm gonna change my answer, huh? Well too bad, bud. I'm not your little plaything." He ran a hand through his heavily greased hair with an annoyed sigh. "You know what, I'll let you go. But only 'cause you're Johnnycakes' little sister. But you better watch your mouth, you hear?" I nodded sarcastically. "Sure, bud. Now move." He grumbled angrily and went outside to have a smoke. I turned around, fixed my hair, and smiled sweetly at the rest of the group. I smiled wider, thinking: 'Johnnycakes? That's an odd nickname.' "Anyone else?" . . . hope you enjoyed this little short! the full thing is posted on my wattpad: TalWrites1408 and my tumblr: insomestrangersbasement - dal :)
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It's from a book Called The Outsiders in it there are 2 diffrent social classes the upper class the Socs and the lower class the Greasers they have a rivalry and don't get along I hope this helped explain
Yes, like the person above me said, socs and greasers are two different groups of people in this town in the book The Outsiders, socs are higher class and greasers are lower class. "Soc" is pronounced like the beginning of "social," so like so-sh. It's weird lol
"You're a prick," I shove him away by pushing on his chest and he only laughs, his buddies joining in. "Who had bet on that one?" He turns, handing a dollar to one of his friends and all the others following suit. "You placed bets on me? Have you nothing better to do?" I roll my eyes, taking a sip of my milkshake. "Oh, I had the bet on you saying that, thank you, Princess," he smiles as the boys hand him a dollar each. "Just leave me alone," I mumble, knowing there's no likely end to this one. The group of boys "ooh" mockingly. He waves them off. "Okay, enough, give us some space." I hear them settling bets on whether he would have asked for space or told me off as the crowd of greasers leave. "Listen, Princess." "Would it kill you to use my name?" "Of course not, but," he leans in, a smirk teasing his lips, "I know it kills you a little every time I use nicknames, so I don't think I'll stop." "What will it take for you to leave me alone?" My face is flushed red and I hate him, tossing hair over my shoulder to glare at him head-on. "A kiss," He smirks and I shake my head. "No way." "Good, I don't want to leave you alone anyway." He scoots closer, his shoulder bumping mine. "I'll have what she's having hun," he smiles at the waitress and she rolls her eyes, grabbing a cup to make him a milkshake. The silence is painful for me, I'm used to being comfortable around the people I'm with, I'm not used to him. He doesn't care about my personal space, but he doesn't push my boundaries in a way that could hurt me. I hear a snigger behind me as a new group of boys passes by. "Nice ass," I hear some mumble and I feel my face flush with rage. He notices, turning in his chair. "Why don't you keep it in your pants and bug another hottie?" The boys don't take it well but I keep my back to them. "What are you, her brother?" Some laughs echo through the room, why, I couldn't tell you. He slips off of his chair and squares up to them. "Even if I wasn't, you don't have the right to talk to her like that. She happens to be a lot more than a fine ass." The boys sound discouraged as they cuss him out under their breath, sulking as they find a table away from where we are. "A simple thank you will do," He sits next to me with a sigh and I feel my face flush. I grab his jacket and yank him towards me. My lips are on his before he can stop me, and I blush, knowing he'll ruin everything about my image. But I don't care anymore, no one, not even my own dad, has stood up for me like that before. When I finally let go of him, he's breathless. "I supposed you want me to leave you alone that badly?" "Shouldn't you finish your milkshake?" I slide it towards him and our eyes share the same mischievous grin. (holy jeez I wrote way more than intended)
Okay just for some context: this was written around 2 AM and I was working on an English paper that was supposed to be creative writing but I kept getting blocks, so that's why its so awkward lol
i just remmebred how i saw this like baxk when this video was new and i didnt even realize it was based off the outsiders til i read the book back in october an this just popped up again on my feed
Ok bc im bored here ya go :) (This is one abt Johnny btw) I sighed deeply as I started across rows of seats. A large group of good looking boys had caught my eye. They were greasers, and I recognized a few of them. There was Ponyboy Curtis, he was 14 and already in high-school, but he still looked too young to be there. But he was smart and even helped me in class sometimes, so I didn't mind. Then there was Sodapop Curtis, he worked at the DX with another guy that was seated with them. All the girls were crazy about him. As well as Dallas Winston, he was also there. Tall, white blonde hair and sharp features. Then there was a guy around my age. His name was Johnny Cade. He had dark bangs that draped across his forehead. He was laughing and smiling up at Dallas. There were a few others, but I paid no mind to them. "Johnny is so cute." I sighed quietly to myself. "But I'm a soc and he's a grease." "You say something?" My brother, who was sat beside me asked. "No Bob, I was just thinking. It's been a long day.." I said quickly I hopes to have him stop interrogating me. He just shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his girlfriend, Cherry Valance. I looked in my purse and found a pen that wrote in pink ink, it was my favorite. On a napkin I wrote "xxx-xxx-xxxx. I'm y/n Sheldon, I just thought you were a cutie. Call me ♡" "I'm gonna go wait in your Mustang, Randy. You guys bore me." I said, standing up. Randy just waved his hand to dismiss me from the table. As I walked past the greasers my heart started to beat like crazy. I thanked whatever higher power there was that Johnny was sitting on the outside so I didn't have to lean over any of them. I looked right at him as I passed and placed the note right by his hand and kept walking. "Maybe their not all that bad." I thought with a small smile as I opened the passenger side door of Randy's car and slid in. (Ok idk why I thought this was so cute but yea :] )
I absolutely love all your playlists, especially this one I was like AHHH when I read it was a soc x greaser I literally squealed I was so happy I was like I found my the outsiders lovers😂😝
Hello :) I feel like I should change the outcome of the first part that I wrote, so Cass hasn’t confessed because the demotion scene happens early in the narrative. Cassian doesn’t start to feel feelings until later, he’s demi. It was late and it was the first time he’d ever been on this side of town, there was no streetlights the only producer of lights was the cruising cars with their headlights and the occasional turned on porch light. It brought a great deal of anxiety as he stepped onto the stair and rang the doorbell, waiting before realizing it was broken and knocked on the door. He shallowly sighed, looking around him as he waited, though he didn’t wait for any more than thirty seconds before knocking again. Eventually someone got the door, but it wasn’t who he was hoping for. It was a cop dressed in uniform, he palled. “Hello Mr. Crosby.” She greeted upon opening the door, “what might you be here for?” He stiffened in his stance, just starting down at her, the officer couldn’t be any taller than Justice, “uh, Justice.” The boy said. The women concealed her small grin before turning over her shoulder to yell in the house, “Justice get your ass out here!” Cassian just stood there as still as a statue, the only things showing that he was in fact alive was his eyes searching and chest moving to fall at eventually a normal rate. After a pause his mother called out again into the small house, “Justice Danger!” And this time time it actually did produce the presence of the male, shirtless medium length hair tousled and running a hand through it a veil of tiredness apparent. “What is it Mama?” He asked as he stepped into the space, taking a moment before realizing someone at the door, and who that someone was. Hand falling down from his hair, eyes widening as he noticed. It was unlike him to notice but he found himself taking a second to look over the mans figure. Cassian gulped. “Hello.” “Hey,” the other greeted in return. “I should get going to work,” his mother cut in, grabbing for her bag that hung beside the door pivoting to place a kiss on her sons forehead, “I love you, and be nice.” She said to Justice, then as she stepped around Cassian she said, “it was nice to meet you Crosby.” Then she was gone. Justice watched it, mumbling a “love you too” to his mother and after watched as she left for work. Turning his attention to the mouse brown brunet on his doorstep after the cat had left the driveway, “so what’re you doing here.” “I need a favor.” Cassian replied. Justice raised a brow, “its ten thirty, doesn’t someone like you have a curfew?” “Mines actually at nine,” he confessed and the other let out a snort, “I snuck out but that’s besides the point.” “Oh yeah?” He was now leaning slightly against the open door. “I wouldn’t have come here if it wasn’t important, Justice.” The shorter boys smile fell as he searched the soc’s face, shifting his weight he opened the door wider, “do you want to come inside?”
@@jaimelee414 That seriously helps a lot! I might actually write that into what’s going on (because I truly have no idea where the direction of this is going) so I’ll definitely think about that being apart of it. Thank you 🥺
