Okay guys, this is my first Outsiders fanfic, so please be nice, please, please, please R&R.

I sat out in the vacant lot, puffing of a cigarette. The wind blew cold in my face and a shiver ran down my back. I heard a siren, which wasn't uncommon in my neighborhood.

"Ponyboy Curtis, what do you think you're doing out here?"

I glanced over to see Sodapop coming over. He had a grin on his face and his fists were jammed into the pockets of his jeans. He sat down next to me and I offered him the cigarette. He brushed off my offer. I knew that Soda didn't like to smoke much. Soda looked at me with a cocked eyebrow and a crooked grin on his face.

"What?" I asked suspiciously.

"Darry's looking for ya," he told me.

I groaned. "Aw man, what'd I do now?"

Soda gave me one of his wild looks and then started laughing softly. I crossed my arms over my chest and took a long drag on my smoke.

"I don't see what's so funny," I mumbled.

Just then I heard screaming coming from somewhere near by and I sat straight up.

"Get away from me!"

"Come on, baby, don't be like that!"

Soda and I were instantly on our feet and running towards the ruckus. We turned the corner to find a girl surrounded by four socs. The girl was short with dark hair. I couldn't see her face. She had a blade in one hand and she was holding it out in a menacing way.

"I'm warning you!" the girl exclaimed.

"Let her be!" Soda shouted.

The socs looked up, evil grins spreading across their faces. They started to walk towards us, but one stayed behind, keeping his eyes trained on the girl.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here, Dave?" one of the boys taunted.

"Looks like a couple of punk greasers trying to be heroes," another answered.

I looked around for something to use as a weapon. A piece of pipe? A broken bottle? Anything that might save me from being beat into the dust? Nothing. I glanced at Soda. He seemed cool. His hands were still stuffed in his pockets and he was resting all of his weight on his left leg.

"Leave the girl alone," Soda warned.

"Or what?" one of the socs demanded, "You ain't got a blade, so what are you gonna do?"

"You two get outa here, this is my fight," the girl said.

I wasn't looking at her, but I could tell by the way she talked that she was tough. I kept my eyes on the socs. I really didn't like the idea of three against two. Suddenly I heard a howl and my eyes turned towards the noise. The girl had the other soc in her arms. One of her hands was around his waist and the other was holding her blade to his throat. How had she gotten him in that position so quickly? I shook my head, bewildered.

"Now, unless you want your friend her to get it good, then you'll get out of her," the girl said.

The socs hesitated a moment before nodding and walking off. The girl waited till they were out of sight before she let the last of go. He ran off into the darkness. The girl walked up to us and I finally got a look at her face. It was pretty. She had freckles across her nose and her eyes green-gray eyes shimmered in the moonlight. She was defiantly tuff. She brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.

"You didn't have to come to my rescue," she told us.

"Well, it just looked like you could use a little help," Soda noted.

"Well all you did was distract them, but I'm grateful for the help. By any chance would you know where I could find where the Curtis's live?" the girl asked.

I was a little shocked at the question. We didn't know this girl and she clearly didn't know who we were, otherwise she would be asking.

"Of course we do, we are Curtis's," Soda spoke.

"Really?"

"Yep, I'm Sodapop and this is my brother, Ponyboy."

When the girl heard my name her eyes drifted to me and the slightest smile toyed at her lips. I furrowed my brow. What was she looking at?

"Of course, I should have known from your face," she said.

When neither Soda nor I answered the girl licked her lips.

"I'm, Pepper Curtis, I'm your twin sister Ponyboy," the girl said.

Okay, I know it was sort, and not that good, but trust me, it gets better.