A/N: Okay, this is a story that I'm just doing to relive all these emotions. It won't be updated as regularly as my other story , "The Outsiders Revealed." Please Read and Review and leave any suggestion. But no flames. All flames will be ignored and I shall remind ya'll that karma's a bitch. But positive critism is most definitely welcomed. How else am I supposed to learn? ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own the outsiders. Sadly, S. E. Hinton does.

He knew he was dead meat when he saw her walk in. If Ponyboy had known that this girl would completely change him, then he would've dropped out of school. Or maybe he'd skip English and science; the two classes he had with Rebecca. Unfortunately, Ponyboy wasn't gifted with the sight to see the future. But then again, Rebecca had become an important person in Pony's life, almost as important as his brothers. He knew though that he was extremely fortunate to have met her and become as close to her as they were.

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It has been almost a year since Johnny and Dally's death. They had always been in the mind of a small gang in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Especially on the mind of young Ponyboy Curtis, who had been really close to Johnny and Dallas. Although he had gotten used to the fact that they were gone, there was some moments where he really truly felt their absence. Those moments were usually when the gang was together and somebody would be speaking but only to have the memory of their lost buddies suddenly strike them as quick as lightning and they would drift off into silence. Most of the time, the silence would be suffocating and rather uncomfortable. But somehow these silences were when Ponyboy missed them the most. It was as if the silence was a special key to his brain that allowed his most painful memories to come tumbling out from the hidden corner in his brain. He was usually saved by his older brothers from his nightmarish daydreams and he was grateful to have not one but two people he could trust the most.

Sitting there in English class, Pony tried as hard as he could from thinking about his stay in Windrixville but it was impossible for they were reading Gone with the Wind. Before, the only thing that would remind him of that awful week would be the blonde tips on his hair. Ponyboy liked to keep his hair long and decided he wouldn't risk cutting it just because of that blonde. Boy, would he ever regret it.

The late bell had rung and Pony's English teacher, Mr. Richard, instructed them to open their notebooks and answer the questions that were on the board. Grumbling, Ponyboy reached into his backpack to retrieve his notebook, but at the exact moment, the door suddenly flew open.

In walked a girl that was about Pony's age. Her dark, straight hair was slightly windswept, as if she had ran to get to class and her small, heart shaped face was flushed.

"I'm s-sorry that I'm late." She stammered.

Mr. Richard smiled at her. "I'll take it that you're the new student?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, my name is Rebecca Meyers."

"That's an unusual name for us folks down south. Where are you from?" Mr. Richard asked.

"New York." She said. She looked up and Pony saw that her eyes were an electric blue. There was determination set in them that made him immediately think of Darry, his oldest brother. "But my mother died of an illness that doctors couldn't identify and my father remarried. He decided that it was best if we moved and his job offered him a new position here and he jumped on it. He even made my brother change college." Rebecca continued.

Mr. Richard nodded his head. "New York. Sounds like a dream down here. Anyway, we're reading Gone with the Wind. Have you read it, Rebecca?"

She nodded her head. "I enjoyed it too."

Mr. Richard looked pleased. "Excellent! I'll just pair you up with Ponyboy here," He pointed at Pony. "He's read it too, so I think he can help you get coordinated while the rest of us read the next chapter."

Rebecca looked at Pony, curiosity clearly on her face. She strode over and sat in the seat next to him. Pony could feel her light stare on his face, no doubt wondering if he was someone to be feared. Sighing, Ponyboy turned his seat so he was facing her and politely brought his hand out for a handshake.

"Hi, my name's Ponyboy Curtis. Nice to meet you."

She didn't shake his hand. "Who thought of your name?" She asked bluntly.

Ponyboy looked taken back. He had thought only Dally said what was on his mind but now he suspected that all New Yorkers were like that. Rebecca though, looked at his astonished face and flushed embarrassingly.

"I'm sorry." She said hurriedly. "I was just curious because that's not a common name and-" But Ponyboy put his hand up to quiet her.

He smiled and said, "That's okay. I was just caught off guard. My father named me Ponyboy. I even got an older brother named Sodapop."

Rebecca grinned at that. "Is he fizzy like one?"

Pony smiled. "He sure is something. My oldest brother got it easy though; His name's Darrel but we call him Darry." Rebecca laughed. Gosh but she sure was pretty when she laughed, Ponyboy thought absentmindingly. Then he mentally smacked himself. You barely know her, he chided.

"So, why the name Sodapop, Ponyboy and Darry?" She asked, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

Ponyboy played along. "Darry was named after our father and Soda's horse crazy so maybe that's why my name's Ponyboy. I don't know about why Soda's name is Sodapop but it fits him well, ya dig?"

Rebecca looked amused. "Umm, I guess I 'dig'."

Ponyboy blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I should explain. If you dig something that means you understood it. Or if you and somebody else digged the same things, that means you both like them. Ya di- I mean you understand?" Ponyboy said sheepishly.

Rebecca grinned. "You southerners have the strangest dialects but I guess you guys make it up with your cute accents." She said jokingly as Ponyboy blushed.

"Accents?!" Pony demanded. "You're the one with the accent. You New Yorkers put a lot of stress on your t's."

Rebecca raised her eyebrows. "Sounds like the Big Apple."

Pony gave her a confused face and she quickly rephrased. "I meant New York."

Pony shook his head. "No, I haven't been there. A buddy of mine lived there for three years."

"Oh." She said. She didn't inquire about this buddy of Pony's because one look at his face and anybody could tell it was a touchy subject. "So, uh how do you get to this class?" She asked, hoping to change the subject.

Ponyboy glanced at her schedule. "Oh, you have math. I have Social Studies next and it's right next door to your math class. If you want, I can walk you there."

Rebecca smiled at him. "Thank you." She turned around in her seat and absentmindingly flipped through her copy of Gone with the Wind.

Ponyboy glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Pony suddenly realized how lonely and sad she must be. She had to uproot herself from a place she probably lived all her life in and settle down in a completely foreign one. Ponyboy tried to imagine moving away from the gang and living on the other side of the country where people act and talked differently. He couldn't even imagine it; he might as well live on a different planet!

"You must feel lonely." He blurted out.

Rebecca looked at him, surprised. "What?"

He blushed. Stupid! Ya should've kept ya trap shut, he thought angrily. "Nothing." He said to Rebecca

Rebecca opened her mouth to say something, probably to tell me to mind my own business, Pony thought but he was saved by the bell. He put everything back in his backpack and patiently waited for Rebecca.

A/N: All right people, there ya go. If want a faster update, you guys should leave tons of reviews. *Whistles innocently* ;)