Author's Note:

Ok, so I was reading over my story because I was going to update and then I realized how many spelling mistakes and grammer errors I had so I decided to start all over. So here it is...and I changed the title by the way. I hope you guys like it...I'll update as soon as possible:D

Disclaimer- I do not own the title of this story or the outsiders characters. I got the title from a song by The Fray. So all credit goes to them and S.E Hinton

Maggie sat on the train, the cars bumping and thrasing around. She leaned her head against the cold window, her head filling with thoughts of the gang. She couldn't get them out of her head and she still couldn't believe she was actually leaving them all behind. She had switched trains 3 times and was now on the train that would take her directly to Brooklyn. She figured that that would be the place to go since Dallas had lived there. She knew it was going to be tough but she was up for the challenge.

"Next stop, Brooklyn." a man said at the front of the train as he balanced himself between 2 chairs. Maggie sighed heavily and whipped her eyes. They were stinging and dry from all the tears she had cried.

She clutched her bag as she looked at the other passengers. There was an old lady sitting across from her in a chair and a young man beside her around the age of 19. She took a deep breath as they neared the city, her heart beating wild and hard against her chest and lungs. This was it, the new place she would be starting her life. This was the place that she would live the rest of her life at most likely. And it scared her.

"Are you ok, honey?" the old lady asked worriedly. Maggie nodded slowly and tucked a loose hair out of her face. Her hair was greasy and dirty. She hadn't' showered in 5 days and she knew she must stink. She hadn't had any money to buy a hotel room when she was waiting for a different train, so she had to sleep on the street. She was used to it by now, but the only thought that passed through her mind was how bad it was going to be when she got to Brooklyn. She knew it would be dirty and there would be drunks all over the place, and that would make her life even harder, but she still didn't know what to expect.

She moved passed the old lady and out into the isle where she waited for the train to come to a complete stop. When it did she shuffled off the bus, her bag clutched in her hand. She looked around the train station. It was like a normal train station plus the graffiti and the smell of piss. She fought the urge to gag and walked towards the end of the train station.

"Hey, kid!" she heard a yell. She turned her head quickly to see a tall muscular guy around 18 standing next to a yellow taxi. She walked a few steps closer to him before stopping. "Need a ride?" he asked, a weed dangling from his mouth as he motioned to the taxi. "I can take to your grandma's house." he added, and chuckled coldly.

Maggie sneered at him before answering, "I'm not a kid I'm 15 and I don't have a grandma. And no, I don't have any money to pay for a taxi." she said angrily as she whipped at her eyes again. The guy looked at her, giving her the once over. Maggie decided after a few seconds to finally do the same. He was tall with shaggy light brown hair. He didn't put any grease in it like the guys in Tulsa. He just left it alone. He had muscles, not as much as Darry but they were definately there. Her eyes stung at the thought of Darry and she shook her head to get rid of the thoughts. The guy's legs were crossed at the ankles and he was leaning on the taxi. His eyes were a cold dark brown color...as cold as Dally's.

"God dammit!" she whispered to herself as she shook her head vigorously. Everything seemed to remind her of Dallas and the gang now. And she didn't know how to get rid of it.

She heard the guy grunt and looked up at him. He had a weird look on his face like she was crazy. "You crazy or somethin'?" he asked finally. Maggie shook her head.

"Just tired." she snapped back. She wasn't in the mood to bother. She still had to scope out most of Brooklyn to find out where she was going to sleep. Maybe if she was lucky she could find someplace that didn't smell like shit or piss.

"Seriously kid, where ya wanna go?" the guy asked as he opened the back door of the taxi. Maggie shook her head.

"I don't have any money to pay for it, I told you!" she said tiredly. This guy was getting on her nerves. All she wanted to do was find some place to sleep and break down and cry.

"Just get in the cab!" he snapped back at her angrily. She sighed, but got in the cab anyway, hoping he wasn't some rapist out to get her. She watched as the guy got into the front seat and started the car. She could feel him watching her in the rear view mirror and it made her tense up a bit. What was she thinking!

"What's your name kid?" he asked as he threw his weed out the open window and started to drive off.

"Maggie." she said as she looked out the window. She could see small shops and people and buildings everywhere. Some were run down some were quite nice. Some were big some were small. It was everything she had thought it would be, plus more.

"Names Val. Val Fields." he answered as he turned a corner. Maggie watched as the street became dirty and more run down and the people became more rugged and mean looking.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as she continued to look out the window.

"To a friend."