Aiight. Here is the sequel to Rebellious & Bitter

Trying 2 Live Up

I don't own The Outsiders

Chapter 1: The Family

"Hey, Brian! C'mon!"

The young teenager just turned over as his older brother walked into the boy's bedroom. He saw his kid brother turned over in the bed.

"C'mon man. Do I have to throw you out?"

"Do it!" yelled Brian sarcastically.

He must have still been too tired, because he forgot that his brother would actually do something if you told him to.

His seventeen year old brother lifted him up and tossed him onto the bed. He bounced off the mattress and hit the floor. Brian climbed up and looked at his brother.

"Barry!" he yelled out.

Barry shrugged his shoulders and said,

"You can't blame anyone but yourself. Langston told me to come and get you. They've got breakfast ready."

Barry walked out of the room while his youngest brother walked to change clothing. Brian was the youngest of his mother's many children. They're mother died a year after he was born, so he never knew her. He didn't know many of his siblings. The only two he knew were his twin brother and sister, Barry and Bailey.

Brian Cade was about two inches shorter than your average fourteen year old. He had dark brown hair that cut a lot, but had enough to flow a little over his forehead. His hair tended to grow fast, so it was cut more often that others. He had been given compliments about his dimples, but they rarely showed since he barely ever smiled. He was what his sister liked to call "A simple dresser". He barely wore anything more than a t-shirt, or button up with jeans. He hated to wear kakis. He also wasn't comfortable wearing a hat. When people asked why, he would reply "My hair was put on my head to be shown." He only had something on his head when he had his hood on with his jacket.

Brian was usually calm and had a real bad time controlling his temper. He and his twin siblings were foster kids and Brian was constantly getting in trouble, partly because of his smart mouth. His siblings always reminded him that if he could calm down for one more year, they would be out of there. Barry and Bailey were both seventeen and they needed one more birthday to leave the place and become guardians. That was one of the things on Brian's mind. His mother was dead, but he had a feeling that his biological father was still alive somewhere.

Brian's brother, Barry was a wild one. He had lighter brown hair than his brother's and had it in an army-like haircut. His face had a mischievous, yet trusting look. He liked to wear trucker hats and his prized hat was a black one. Barry liked to listen to all kinds of music and was usually the one who kept everyone in high spirits. He didn't complain as much as his brother and sister and is grateful for anything. He loves to play sports, but is best at wrestling. His brother tries to out wrestle him a lot but Barry always ends up winning. He has good sized muscles and said he'll only use them if he has to.

Brian's sister and Barry's twin, Bailey was the smartest one. She had dark brown hair like Brian and she kept long in a ponytail. Her eyes had a certain type of loveliness to them which made her a target for many boys. She was favored by the adults at the home, but she was equally wild with her brother. She loved watching movies and was always drooling over a John Leguizamo flick. She's very interested in old Roman history. She loved to watch comedies and plans to make a film one day. But for right now, she's focused on her studies, but her brother can bring the wildness out of her very often.

Brain got fully dressed and walked into the kitchen area where everyone was sitting around eating breakfast. He sat in between his siblings and Barry put the box of Cheerios in front of him. Brian started pouring it into a bowl.

"Sleep well?"

Brian looked up to see Ms. Louis. She was an African American lady and the nicest at the place. There were a couple others that worked there, but the Cades only knew two personally. Ms. Louis and Mr. Langston.

Mr. Langston hated Brian's guts. Brian knew it, Barry was suspecting it every now and then, but Bailey refused to believe it. Only because he's nice to her.

"Yeah. It was nice," answered Brian while Ms. Louis put a carton of milk down beside him.

"I hope so," cut in Mr. Langston, who was going through the fridge. "I think it's suspicious that he's always the last one to get up."

Brian gave Mr. Langston a cold look as he appeared from behind the refrigerator door.

"Well, it's hard for me to sleep on those jail-made beds."

Mr. Langston cut his eyes at them and left the room. Bailey whispered to her brother,

"That was a little mean," she whispered.

"Are you talking to me or him?" replied Brian.

"C'mon, Brian. Just try to relax for one more year. Then we'll be outta here."

Mr. Langston did have the right to be suspicious. Brian had been sneaking in and out of the place at night. Doing deals and such. He had never been caught and Mr. Langston could never prove that Brian was sneaking.

"C'mon, boys," said Bailey. "Gotta get ready for school."

"You're crazy about school aren't you?" asked Barry wiping his milk mustache.

"Well one of us is going to have to make money when we're out."

Brian followed his sister and Barry met them outside. They walked on to school. Brian didn't know that many people at the home, but his brother and sister knew either all or half. Brian was usually a loner but he did hang out with his brother and his friends sometimes.

"It's kind of stupid that we can't own a car," said Barry.

"I bet that Langston enforced that," said Brian.

"You blame him for everything," pointed out Bailey.

"I don't."

"You do kind of," cut in Barry. "Besides. Ms. Louis told all three of us that the rule was voted."

"Whatever."