I NEED TO KNOW WHICH OF THE OUTSIDERS WOULD BE NORTON'S FAVORITE!!!
I think it could either be Ponyboy, mostly because Norton mentions wanting to paint like him. But i can see a bit of Johnny or Dally in him, too? I dunno, what do you think?
Who would be the favorite character from the outsider for Norton?
I CANNOT MENTALLY FORCE MYSELF TO DESCRIBE THE JOY I FELT WHEN I LET MY EYES LAND ON THIS WONDERFUL PEACE OF MEDIA I HOPE I NEVER FORGET IN THE REST OF MY MISSERABLE LIFE.
Would Johnny be excited if the new kid at Bullworth wanted to join the greasers? Would he be like.. bitter about it or completely opposite? Obviously, he has that edgy personality and all of that, but would he gatekeep the whole gang from newcomers? Maybe if the new kid was already a greaser then maybe they would let them in? And what about a sibling of someone already in the gang?
I was thinking about Johnny Vincent the other night, and i think thay he would be a total cuddle bug with his partner. Johnny would only cuddle you in private. He wouldn't want to look 'weak' in front of others or whatever, he's the king after all. But i really think that if you let him, he'll cuddle you for hours. He just likes the warm feeling of genuine affection he didn't really get from Lola. (I headcanon that Lola was only interested in him sexually or smth)
This is part 2 of my fanfic. I feel like it's decent, though, nothing I'm insanely proud of.
I feel like i should add a few things to make this seem more professional .
Warnings: None? I think.
Word-count: 1026
"Sit right here, Danny." Miss. Danvers spoke calmly, that obvious formal smile on her face. She pointed with her palm to the chair in front of Cranbblesnitch.
I nodded "Yes, Ma'am." and sat down in the chair. I breathed in a small breath, looking up at the older man in front of me. He was intimidatingly tall... and ugly.
"You must be Danniel Curren, right?" He asked, raising one of his bushy, dark eyebrows. I was about to correct him that it was just 'Danny', but stopped myself and simply answered. "Yes, Sir." The principal was pleased with my answer, huming in acknowledgement.
I fidgeted with my fingers a little, biting the inside of my cheek, staring up at him with that innocent look in my pretty brown eyes.
"Here's your class sheet, and your dorm number. Keep these safe and don't loose them. If you do, you will have to repay the damages." He spoke again, obviously not so thrilled to talk to me about this. His thick fingers slid the few papers and a dorm room key towards me and i hesitantly took it.
My eyes scanned the words before looking back up at the man and nodding out a quiet "Thank you, Sir."
He leaned back against his chair and ran his hand over his stubble. "You can go now, Danny." He shoo'd me away, pointing to the door.
I got up and walked out, meeting Miss. Danvers right in front of me. "Go put on your uniform, young child." She commanded, also pushing me out of the office. I listened and hurried off to the dorms. I made sure to be careful around the others this time.
Carefully scanning the front hallway of the dorm, i started walking, trying not to make eye contact with anyone who's passing me by. I glanced at down at my dorm key, checking the number. 12 room. my head cocked up and i instantly stumbled. I stopped, quickly mumbling "I'm sorry." To a random boy who i just bumped into. He shrugged me off and continued walking. I did the same, just with that nervous smile on my face.
I hurried to my dorm, the number almost falling out of my hands when i stuffed it back in my pocket
I turned the handle and stepped in. It wasn't locked, no wonder. I expected some rundown room with ripped wallpaper and the same rats scurrying around the ground the same as in the hallway. And i guess that's kind of what i got, just with beds and a closet.
There was someone else besides me inside when i let my gaze wander around the room. A big guy, really, with a thick, black leather jacket and a ripped school vest under. Only from that sight, i could feel goosebumps rise on my skin. It reminded me of Steve, but with a much more... intimidating voice.
I closed the door behind me as quietly as possible, but the greaser already noticed my scrawny presance.
He turned towards me, leaving his bag on the chair next to his messy bed. He looked like he was packing to leave and an idea that i will have a room all to myself shot up.
With a shaky wave, i greeted him. "Hi.." i flashed him that look of pure innocence, like i had no idea what i got myself into. It *sometimes* worked on Steve.
He furrowed his eyebrows, a loud, annoyed groan escaping his lips as he turned back. "Welcome to hell, new kid." He answered and shoved another shirt into his bag.
I took a step closer, but avoided an imaginary circle i drew around him. I imagined that was the danger zone in this room.
"Are you... uh, leaving?" I asked, raising one of my dark red eyebrows at him. I sat down on the bed i supposed was mine, staring up at the other boy.
He rolled his eyes, obviously not pleased with my question. "What's it to you?" He growled out, looking over his shoulder to look at me. I tensed instinctively, unable to tear my eyes off his.
I shrugged my shoulders, hoping he didn't take offense. He turned back around, taking his time to answer my simple question. "I am, and that's none of your business." I cringed as his gravely voice, not really enjoying how violently it rubbed my senses.
I simply hummed an "oh.." to him and turned to look through the window. It suddenly felt much colder than before.
My eyes quickly drifted back to the guy who violently tried to zip up his bag full of stuff, and it surely wasn't only clothes. I felt like i learned my lesson not to talk to him just a second ago, but i had that urge to do it just out of petty spite.
"So.. I'm Danny." I spoke again, squirming in my place a little. After a short pause, i got the name in a frustrated voice. "Norton."
I nodded, struggling not to open my trap and blab about my brother being a greaser, too, just like him. I had a feeling that if i did that, my nose would be broken at the first day of school.
Norton grabbed his bag and stood up, and i took the chance to sink in his face. He was a real tall, bulky guy, but i could barely make out any of his dark skin because of that jacket. He had his eyebrows furrowed, like he was permanently annoyed.
He walked by me, my eyes following him like i was a hawk. The sound of the door slamming was like a slap to the face, loud and uncomfortable, but what i learned from being here was that everyone was like this.
I huffed and stood up from my bed, taking a few strides towards the closet. Peeking inside, i saw a few clothes, but my gaze wandered over to the schools uniform. I was lucky it looked decent enough to wear, not even close to my style, but whatever.
Anyways, I'm new to it, so any criticism is very appreciated!
I tried to make this as realistic as possible? Like, how the real Bullworth would be like to a new kid?? And it's not anything extraordinary, the main character is basically a nobody. I'm not sure if that makes the story boring or not, but that's how i wanted it to be 🥰
(I don't know how to start this so just scroll down and enjoyyy 🫶)
I practically jumped out of my bed at the sound of my alarm, comically letting out a yelp. I sat up, slamming the 'stop' button on my alarm clock, silencing the annoying ring. With a quiet sight, I ran my hands over my face, my pale skin stretching a little before snapping back in place when I dropped my hands onto the bed. I stared at the my dangling legs for a second, feeling like I just ran through hell and back. Though, I had to end my self pity moment quickly, getting up for the first day at Bullworth Academy.
As if my mom finding another boyfriend wasn't enough, they moved in together and sent me to a new school. I heard the place was filled with lunatics and maniacs, it didn't set a good impression. I had to spit out the thought with the toothpaste, before taking a sip water to cleanse my mouth out.
It was a boarding school, I knew that, and my mother said it was the only school close enough for me to walk to. She was obviously just too lazy to drive me there.
The sound of Grace's, my mother's, voice startled me out of my state, and I snapped my head towards the sound. "Danny! Come eat!" I quickly pulled on the AC/DC shirt over my other long-sleeved shirt and ran out of my room, slamming the door behind me.
When I got to the kitchen, I slumped down onto the chair, my brown eyes focusing on Steve, my precious brother. He had to move aswell, leaving his greaser gang behind in Texas.
Though, before he could command me to not oggle at him, I turned to the cereal in front of me, stuffing my face with fruitloops.
I knew that Steve didn't like me, so I didn't bug him. But no-one actually like me. I was a nobody at my previous school and I bet I will be a nothing in this school. And that didn't sound bad. I won't have people pestering me around. I would live a calm life, I hoped so.
"Now hurry, Danny." Grace smiled at me warmly, leaving a small peck on my cheek. "I'll visit you next month, honey" With those words, she straightened up, her hands leaving my shoulders. I nodded and stepped out of the house, taking a breath of fresh air. My digits instinctively went down into my pockets and I loosely followed Steve to school. He made sure that he didn't want to walk with me.
I stared at the ground as I walked, trying to avoid everyone and everything as I approached the school. When I finally lifted my innocent gaze towards the school gate, I was instead greeted with Steve, looking down at me with one of his signature glares. His brown eyes were pointed directly at me, and his gaze could burn a hole in paper if he tried hard enough. It scared me a little, but I just stared up, waiting for something, anything to happen.
"You won't talk to me, look at me or even breathe near me, you hear me?" He growled out, making me lean back a little. "I don't want you ruining my first impression."
I nodded almost instantly, my eyes widely staring at his facial expression when he spoke. With that nod, he stood up and flashed me one last look before stepping into the school.
I just stood there for a second, the gears in my head turning as I proccesed what just happened. After a minute, I shook my head and stepped towards the school again. That was ususal by now.
Peeking through the gate slightly, I cleared the coast and stepped in. My pace quickened towards the school building.
It looked fine from the outside. The school paths were fine to walk on, and more greenery than I expected. Trees, grass, bushes. All that stuff.
As soon as I passed the students of the school, I focused on getting into the school. I pushed the school doors open. I felt like I was a fish out of water in here. Though, before I could get to the principal's office, someone bloked my way.
I turned my head away from the stairs that led upwards and blinked a few times at the two boys in front of me. "Hey, new kid." The blonde one greeted me, crossing his arms over his chest. As much as I wanted it to feel friendly, it didn't. "Empty those rich pockets of yours." The other one barked out, looking like a feral dog with that messy orange hair and dirty Bullworth uniform.
An instant paranoid look crossed my face and I squirmed in my place. "I... uh.." I stuttered, swallowing the lump in my throat.
I didn't say anything, but I guess they took my simple 'uhh' as a challenge. The blonde one grabbed the collar of my shirt, making me rise onto the tip of my toes. "I know you have some money for us." His tone was threatening, and I couldn't help but comly.
As soon as I started scrambling with my pockets, he let me go. I took out a ten dollar bill, offering it to them, obviously frightened. My arm shook as the bill was snatched from my hand and firmly cheeked by the ginger bully. I looked at him, struggling to stop my eyes from glazing over, but I managed.
"See? It wasn't so hard, now, was it a new kid?" The orange haired kid snickered, smacking me on the shoulder. They exchanged a glance between each other and left, shoving past me to the main school entrance.
I let a breath out I didn't know I was holding, letting my brown eyes follow them as they left. Without second thought, I hurried up the stairs and stopped in front of the principal's office.
Great... I'll have to ask my brother for money now...
I'm making a little story of my OC, who's a new kid at bullworth, and i don't know if i should post it or not....?? I guess it's shitty because it's my first time actually writing an actual thing, buuuutttt....
Anyway, i thought to start a little series of the music i like. I don't remember if i mentioned it in the last post, but I'm really into music and some other things soo....
vaporwave
pixelskylines
dededos
titsay
discoholicmusic
turnnoffyourmind