A Short Story About My Human StEx AU.

Y’all tell me is this Darrel x OC fanfic I’m drafting up rn sounds weird (If you’ve seen my earlier post about my two outsiders OCs, it Kitty Lebeau but Ladybird also makes many appearances)

So this is the Wattpad summary (I can’t figure out how to make a Ao3 account)

Kathrine "Kitty" Lebeau was the cheerleader Queen of the Socs from the moment she arrived to Tulsa from Montgomery, Alabama. Darrel Curtis was the footballer greaser who always hung around socs who was on his way out of Tulsa. It's too cliché, ain't it?

Is it too cringey?

It’s taking place between the years 1959-1963, using the year that the book is set in not the musical. These years would be the years that both Kitty and Darry were in High School.

This would also tell the story of the girl Pony was talking about during the drive-in, the girl who got shot, Nancy Adderson (Randy’s older sister) and Kitty’s bff.

This is a character board I’ve made for Kitty but it’s more High School years than adult Kitty.

Sandy from The Outsiders is probably one of if not the most hated character in the book for her cheating on Sodapop and getting pregnant. But what if that wasn’t the whole story? What if the baby truly was Soda’s? And what if she needed to leave Tulsa for her child’s safety and her owns? (This will include 2 of my Outsiders OCs, Kitty Lebeau and Ladybird Curtis)

This is loosely based on the cut dialogue between Soda and Pony in the La Jolla production of the Musical

This is that dialogue.

In this AU, Sandy remains a soc as she is in La Jolla and after she becomes pregnant she learns of her Mother’s plot to have the baby taken away as soon as they are born as she couldn’t possibly have a grandchild with greaser blood. So she turns to the one woman she trusts most in the world, her old cheer captain (and my OC) Kitty Lebeau. (So this is a fusion of La Jolla and the book)

Run Run Captain.

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“So the moment after the child is born they’ll come and take it away? Good. Lord knows I will never have my precious daughter’s reputation stained by the account of some hood. She’ll thank me one day.” I hear mother spit on the phone, my mind races, she can’t! Soda said he would take care of us. Doesn’t she understand!? I slip back into my room, it hadn’t been three days since I found out I was pregnant and she said that she would support whatever I wanted to do, I should have known.

I sink to the floor, tears streaming down my face. Oh god, what do I do? The thought of my child being taken away from me, from us pains me. I can’t tell Sodapop, he’ll go ballistic on mother, then no telling what she’ll do. I could get help from Ladybird, but she’d immediately tell Soda, she is his twin after all. My cheer coach? No, she’d side with my mom, the old bat. So nobody, nobody in the world who could help me. A picture frame caught my attention, it was a picture of my first championship with me holding up our 1st. Place trophy with the help of… oh yes! Why didn’t I think of this before! My cheer captain predecessor, and probably the best thing that could ever happen to our cheer program. Katherine Lebeau.

I waited until it was about 9 at night to sneak out of the house, I hope to god that she was at her mom’s house, the woman’s insane and was abusive towards Katherine. I stop my bike in front of her house, thank god Darrel’s (Katherine’s fiancée) truck is in the driveway. I rush into the house to see Katherine in the kitchen drinking some tea.

“Sandy! What are you doing here? Are you alright?” She quickly stands up from her stool. “Mother’s trying to take my baby away when it’s born” I spit out. Her face goes white, “what?” Her thick Alabaman accent slurs her speech. “Katherine, what do I do?” I cry, she wraps her arms around me. I hear someone else enter the kitchen. “Kitty…Sandy!” Ladybird runs other to us, “what happened!?” Bird asks, her voice dripping in worry. “Mother is gonna take my baby away” I cry. “Hey! I ain’t gonna let her…between the 3 of us we can come up with a plan” Katherine nods to Bird.

After we let go of each other Kathrine stays quiet for a few moments, “Tweety, go to my mother’s bathroom and grab her ring box” She tells Birdie. “…yeah” Ladybird mutters before running upstairs. “You gotta run” Katherine turns back to me, “excuse me?” I ask, “it ain’t safe for the two of you, I gotta house on Montgomery and a full tank of gas and I can get you there before daylight and be back before nightfall. We got a couple of maids and a butler that can help you. Ok?” She asks. It’s for our baby Sandy “…ok” I mutter.

Ladybird comes back in with the box, “this is my mother’s wedding ring, so once you start showing people won’t judge” she pulls out the simple gold wedding ring. “Pretend to be the wife of a Vietnam war soldier, waiting for her husband to return from war… sound good?” Ladybird, the Queen of lies, alibis and aliases asks me. “Uh…yeah that’ll work” i sheepishly take the ring, “I tell Soda about your location” Bird adds, “no!” I protest, “no?” They question in unison. “Listen I love Sodapop with all my heart but he’ll go ballistic if he learns what my mom has done. And I really need to protect my baby at all costs…even if it means breaking the love of my life’s heart” I sigh.

“What do you mean?” Katherine asks, “….tell Soda…tell him the baby isn’t his…tell him that I ‘cheated’ and brake his heart. He won’t come looking for us if he think it isn’t his, then my mom won’t be able to try and find us” I sigh. “No! Nononono, Sandy Whitlock you’re going insane. I can’t do this to my brother!” Bird refuses. “Ladybird…” Kitty puts her hand on Bird’s shoulder, “it’s the safest way” Kitty says softly like a well tuned violin.

“Let’s not waste any time now…I am going to tell Darrel but I promise on my darling sister’s grave that he won’t tell” she promises, “ok…that’s alright with me.” We spent the next 30 minutes running around grabbing stuff for the journey, blankets, soft clothes, warm heat packs. Kitty is on autopilot, which is expected, her best friend and co-captain got pregnant her junior year and that ended with her pregnant and shot dead in the clavicle. “Let’s go!” Kitty yells, Birdie hugs me tightly “bye Sandy, I will see you soon” I smile at her words, “ bye Tweetybird” I jump in the car with Kitty, still on auto-pilot. “Say goodbye to Tulsa my friend, this might be your last time” she sighs.

Run run captain you gotta get out while you can.

This sucks, part 2?

MOTHER AND FATHER ARE GETTING MARRIED?????!!!!!!?!!!?!!!??!!? AJABDEBDVEHDBDVEH

Greasy and Greaseball can’t cook for shit but they tried to bake a cake for Dinah’s birthday (with some help from Di)

Greasy: GOOD LORD ITS ALIVE!

The half-baked cake is quite literally breathing as the kitchen is on fire

Greaseball: KILL IT!

Di is sitting in the corner, shaking her head. Dinah walks into the chaos

Dinah: I LEFT YALL ALONE FOR 10 MINUTES AND YALL MANAGE TO BURN MY KITCHEN DOWN WITH A BETTY CROCKER CAKE MIX!

Needless to say, Greaseball slept on the couch that night. (But Dinah was happy they tried)

Richard ‘Richie’ Hardaway

Born: 1935

Died: 1953

Cause of death: A accident while playing football

Primary haunting grounds: the football field/stadium

Relationship: dating Carver, friends with Powell and Callum.

Primary haunted objects: None

Rachel Lopez

Born: 1966

Died: 1984

Cause of death: strangulation by boyfriend during a argument

Primary haunting ground: Old photography room (The basement)

Relationships: hooked up with Blanchard, and the stoner ghost. Friends with Blanchard, Johnston, Carver. Hates Callum and Hardaway

Primary haunted object: cameras/electronics

Y’all’s daily reminder that Greaseball was kissed by Electra before he was kissed by Dinah.

(IDK where I was going with this post)

Unpopular opinion

Ryan McCartan’s Gatsby panic attack during ‘only tea’ is more realistic the JJ’s

I LOVE BOTH GATSBYS BUT THIS IS ONLY MY OPINION AS SOMEONE WHOSE HAD MANY A PANIC ATTACKS

Poor Lydia Bennet is a victim, like when she runs away with the disgusting Wickham they were all like “how dare she disgrace the family!” And other crude insults. Like she’s 15!! she’s a BABY. She was literally groomed

Fitzgerald ‘Fitz’ Callum

Born: 1922

Died:1940

Cause of death: peanuts

Primary haunting ground: the JROTC classroom

Relationships: close with Johnston, friends with Hardaway, Powell, Blanchard, Carver, but often disagrees with Lopez

Primary haunted object: none.