Im Back From The Dead With Young Greaser Designs!!

Spot: I always hate it when people pronounce my name as Sean instead of Sean, only because it looks like Sean but everyone always forget that you actually pronounce it as Sean.

Hotshot:

Hotshot: What?

Rip Harry Hook, you would've loved Chappell Roan.

If i had a nickle for a show or movie that i see where most of the kids that we see are either troublesome criminals or hoods. Kids that come from bad (neglectful, abusive, manipulative) parents a struggling with the situation that they are in. All of them mostly have no education with little to no money to spare. And the whole plot is mostly centered around leaving the town they grew up in, and living somewhere better. Meanwhile another group of people grew up rich and happy, constantly shoves it in other peoples faces.

What if Ponyboy and Sodapop were younger. Soda would be in his sophomore year, and Pony would be in 8th grade (skipped his 7th grade year). Soda would come home and tell Pony all about his day, from girls to sports to studies. Soda would constantly tell him that when Pony gets to high school with him, Soda would show him around and teach him everything there is to know. But as Pony went into high school the following year, Soda had to drop out to help Darry with the bills. So, one of the things that Pony had to look forwards in school, just, disappeared. He tried once to bring it up with Soda, tried to tell him about when they were younger and how Soda would make that promise to him. "Really? Wow man, I can't remember a thing past freshman year." And Soda would get up and leave, probably going with Steve somewhere. Some part of Pony left him that day, but he couldn't place it on what caused it. Either the guilt of Sodas past and present and future, the saddness of his own future, the fear of being left behind, or the dread of knowing that things will never be the same- of never going back to when times were good. But if that didn't leave a mark, the glare that Steve sent Pony (a mix between 'don't try to follow us,' and of Steve knowing that soda just left his brother for him) definitely did.

JoJo's nightly prayer was usually a comforting sound to Elmer. He may not be religious himself, but the soft murmur of his best friend's voice as he prayed lulled him to sleep most nights.

Not tonight, though. Tonight the sound distressed him.

Jack wasn't on the roof, even he had enough sense to sleep inside when it was cold. So Elmer slipped down from his bunk and crept over to the window, scuttling up the ladder. He wasn't allowed on the roof without one of the older boys, according to Jack, but right now Elmer didn't care what Jack did or didn't allow.

"Um... hullo, God. Or Jesus. Whichever of you are listening." He didn't kneel, or clasp his hands, but he did lift his head to stare up at the big white moon, faintly through the wispy clouds.

"I know JoJo's praying at the moment, and you should listen to him, but I hope one'a you can listen to me." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts.

"Romeo's dad came by again today. He scares me- not as much as he scares Romeo, 'course. Mush scared him off 'fore Kloppman even got to the door though. An' Sniper's dad came by yesterday. I dunno why Sniper keeps going home when he hurts him like that. That's what I wanted to ask you; why d'you let people hurt other people?"

A particularly sharp gust of wind bit at his bare arms. JoJo would probably say it was a Sign, that he was asking questions he shouldn't, but Elmer was tired of the questions building up inside him.

"Why- why did you let Mr. Wiesel an' the Delanceys and the police hurt us during the strike? Why did you let Mr. Pulitzer and Hearst raise their prices, when you must know how we live?" His voice was trembling now, increasing in volume unintentionally, "Why'd JoJo get sent on a ship here alone over a war that never even happened- n-not that I'm not happy he's here, but he doesn't know how to find his parents! Half my friends can't be with their family for one reason or 'nother, an' the other half are terrified of them! Why d'you let that happen? Why did you let my mama send me away? I don't know what I did wrong!"

Elmer was shouting now, his cheeks damp and vision blurred with tears. He didn't even realise. Someone was speaking to him, although he couldn't make out what they were saying. He felt warm, safe arms suddenly wrap around him, pulling him close against someone's chest and turning his face away from the moon.

The moon gave no answer to his questions, and neither did anyone else.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PONYBOY!!!!

Jack (First chair trumpet) : Hey! don't talk to him like that!

Spot: (walks over and slaps the shit out of Jack)

Newsies as a conversation first chair flute and second chair flute had with the band director the other day.

Spot (Band director): *points to first chair flute* What would happen if I run you over with my minivan because you won't stop PLAYING IT LEGATO

Race (Second chair flute) : No, Don't she's the only one who can do anything around here.

Davey (First chair flute) : Finally, the appreciation I deserve.

Spot: You deserve nothing.

Romeo: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like-

Romeo to Davey: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual.

Spot, to Race: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire.

Jack: There are two types of people.

Dally: -JUST SHUT UP

Twobit:

Dally: Im going to kill the next person i fucking see, i swear to god-

Johnny *walking in*: Hello! Hi! Im so happy to see you!

Dally: Heyyy, omg....