Queen of Hearts - An Outsiders Fic

A/n: Hello! If you came to read this because you've read my other story, Saved (another Outsiders fic), Thank You to all my loyal readers! If you stumbled across this story because it's newly added, Welcome to my second story! I hope you guys love this story, and to all my loyal readers, I hope you enjoy this one as much as my other one, if you read it at all. Saved is a story that gives you something interesting to read, where as this story will have a plot and cliffies (that I am very good at). So I hope you like. To all my loyal reader, I'm sorry I haven't been updating Saved as much. I've been having some issues here and there. Enjoy!

Prologue

I watched as my hometown shrank away form view. 'This is it,' I thought to myself, 'We're finally moving...' I was sad to move away from all my friends. I had known them all for at least over 10 years each. I was 15 that day, being as it ws my birthday.

I knew I would miss the friendly town of Petal, Mississippi. I grew up around all these wonderful people who loved me- not just my family, but the whole town showed me love and care, and I was thankful for that.

I stared out the window, wondering what it would be like. Mom said that we were moving to Tulsa in Oklahoma, but I honestly didn't want to go. I wanted to stay in my medium-sized house with my parents and my dog, Wolfgang, and love the quiet little town. Mom said to keep an open mind though, so I won't hate too much.

After many hours of uncomfortable sleeping, and weird dreams due to the radio being on, Mom woke me up excitedly.

"Look, Sweetie! We made it to the Oklahoma state line. This is so wonderful!" She said loudly, and I groaned.

"I hate this." I said, and turned over in the back seat. Hours later the truck stopped, and I fell off the seat.

"Dad, go easy on the brakes! I nearly busted my derriere back here!" I whined. He laughed and got out the truck.

"Sorry baby, but come on, we need to start unpacking!" Oh, that's why we stopped. I tied my dark chcolate-brown hair into a high ponytail, and got out the truck. It was about 10 in the morning when we got there, and we unpacked all day, even until sundown. Luckily the neighbors just a few houses down came over to help, three boys who were supposedly brothers.

"Thank you so much for all your help!" I said as me and the youngest (who is apparently named Ponyboy) heaved a heavy box into the kitchen. He gave me a smile, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"It's no problem. What're neighbors for anyway?" He said. We put the box down and he gave another awkward smile. I smiled back, and held out my hand to shake his. He laughed.

"Guys and girls don't shake," he laughed some more "They bump the back of their hands, like this." He grabbed my hand and made my palm face me, and he took his hand and slighly touched mine.

"See, it's kind of a Tulsa thing. Guys and girls who were friends didn't really know how to do a handshake without making the girl seem too boy-ish. So we made something up." He explained, and I nodded.

"Very considerate of you guys to do something for us girls. Some of the guys back home, you know, were very self-centered. So I guess that's something to look forward to about Tulsa." He scoffed, and I gave him a look.

"Me and my brother made it up and started sharing it around town, now it's the tuffest thing around. Guys here aren't like me and him, some are real jerks, some only want- well you know... and then there are the ones who are real nice, like me, Sodapop, Johnny, and Darry. The socs though, are usually game for getting lucky." I was trying to unpack the box we had just moved, and I froze. Socs? What was he talking about?

"Oh wait, I'm sorry. You don't know about the whole social classes at war thing, do ya?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"You shouldn't get wrapped up in it, being as though you seem more like a middle class person, but between the socs, who are the rich kids and live on the west side, and the greasers, who live here on the east side, we have a big war going on. No one really remembers why or how, but we do..." He trailed off, and looked at the window.

"Something wronf Ponyboy? You seem distracted..." He shook his head 'no', and turned back to me.

"I was just looking out the window 'cause I was wondering if the sun was setting yet." He smiled and began to help me unpack.

"Gotta be home before dinner or something? Your parents would get upset if you didn't huh?" He froze, and I stopped what I was doing and looked upon him.

"My parents died eight months ago in a car accedent..." He said softly, I gasped and gave him a hug, and he stood stiff.

"Ohmygolly, Ponyboy. If I had known I would never have said that! I'm so sorry for your loss..." He shook his head and looked up at me.

"You couldn't have known, it's ok. But to answer your question, I like to watch sunsets because I think they're real nice. I like to slowly watch the colors of the sky change and see the clouds shine with metallic edges..." I listened to him, and he pulled me off of him.

"I must sound like a real sissy, huh?" He asked, and I shook my head at him, smiling.

"Try a poet. A very discriptive one, too. I would only guess you're very observant, and got some brains up there?" He chuckled and blush at my compliment.

"You're quiet observant too, noticing all that from just knowing me for a few hours." He looked at the window again and turned back to me.

"Wanna go watch the sunset? Looks like it'll turn red, and red suns are a sign of good luck for the next coming day." He stood up, and offered me a hand. I took it and he pulled me up a bit too fast, and I almost fell. He caught me by putting his arms behind me and pulling me against him for balance. I blushed.

"Sure." I said awkwardly, and he kept his arms around my waist.

"Can I have my body back?" I asked him, and he let go as fast as he grabbed me.

"Sorry..." he mumbled. I laughed and held up the back of my hand, he got the hint and we bumped our hands as a sign that it was fine.

"You know, I think you'd like it here. The only thing I can see is that the socs-or greasers- would mess with you, being so innocent-looking and all." He said as we sat down on the porch to watch the sunset. Pony was right, the sun and sky had turned a lovely scarlet-red color. It was beautiful.

"I guess I might need that luck, being as though I'm starting school tomorrow..." I said and Ponyboy perked up a bit.

"What school are you going to? Like junior high or high school?" He said, and his green-grey eyes looked at me with excitement.

"High school, being as though I turned fifteen today and got bumped up a grade because I used to be the straight-A student all year around." He thought for a moment, and spoke again.

"What day is it today?" "October 16th." "I'll remember that." I looked at him quizzicly, and he smiled.

"I'll know when your birthday is from now on. Happy Birthday, Amethyst!" Yes, my name is Amethyst. Amethyst Rae Heart. I know people would look at me funny, because my name is the same one as a birthstone, but my mom named me Amethyst because it's meaning is 'everyone is the same'.

"Thanks!" I said smiling, and he smiled back too. He stood up and helped me up again, this time without falling, and he went over to talk to his brother (who is named Darry) and tapped him on the shoulder. They talked, Darry nodded, and Ponyboy came over to me again.

"Guess what? As a birthday surprise, we get to take you to the nightly double with some of our friends! We were all going anyway, so you can come too!" I shook my head, rejecting his offer.

"Sorry Ponyboy, I can't pay my way in, with us just buying this house and all." I said, and he leaned in closer.

"Who said anything about payin'?" I could tell he was smiling, and when I pulled away from him, he had on a happy mixed with devious smile-smirk. I went over and asked my mom, who was talking to Darry about me going.

"She can go, being as we don't have anything planned for her. She has to be home by eleven, with not a so much as a scratch on her. You seem like a very responsible man, so I trust that you will keep her safe." Darry nodded, then smiled down at me and held out his hand for a shake. I gave him the 'are you serious?' look and he raised an eyebrow. I held up the back of my hand and he smiled, tapping his against mines.

"You learn fast, don'tcha?" He said, and raised his eyebrow again. I nodded. He smirked at me.

"Ok, see if you can pick this up." He took his hand and did an odd sequence he was patting his chest and snapping and clapping. Pat, snap, clap, pat, pat, snap ,clap, snap, pat, snap, pat, pat, snap, shh. Seemed easy, I repeated the squence and he smiled.

"Ok, try this." He started dancing, but I reconized the style: tap. Flap, flap, flap, heel, flap flap, flap, heel. Easy. I repeated and he smiled again.

"You can't beat Darry, Amethyst. He's too good!" I heard Ponyboy say from the porch.

"Try me." I said more to Darry than Ponyboy. He started again. Hop, shuffle, step, flap, step, stomp. Triple time step, nice. Repeat, own, and wait.

"Do you dance?" He asked me. I nodded, and he started again. Step, shuffle, hop, toe, flap, flap, heel, heel. A Maxie Ford and a Cramp Roll, too easy. Repeated, and owned.

"Nice." Flap, heel, heel, brush, heel, toe, heel. Again, too easy. Repeated, owned.

"Welcome to the family!" He said, and slung an arm around my shoulder. Ponyboy whooped from the porch and came give me a big hug. Did I just pass an initiation test or something? Later we left for the Nightly Double.

We had fun at the movies, and getting to know the rest of 'the gang' was really fun. I was starting to actually look forward to being in Tulsa, being as though I had made seven new friends.

But I honestly didn't know what I was getting myself into the day I met them.