Hey, everyone! This is my first Outsiders story, so sorry if something seems a little out of whack...I have my book right next to me for reference, but it falls through sometimes (as I am too lazy to flip through it to find the correct reference sometimes...). And (in reference to the second half of the chapter) I know Buck doesn't actually have a bar, but a lot of people right that in fanfictions, and it makes my story a bit more convenient. Hope you like it! Review, if you're feeling especially kind :). Here's some character descriptions, so you have abit of background info!

Kathleen Farley (Nicknamed Cat): Long brown hair with bangs, green eyes. Age 19. When first introduced, wears a black a-line skirt, dark pink pumps, and a blue short sleeved button up shirt. Secretary for a medical building. Good at fighting, sort of mothers Cam and Memphis. Parents are out of the picture.

Cameron Landon (Nicknamed Cam): Memphis's twin sister. Has black hair that goes to the end of her shoulder blades and icy gray eyes. Age 17. Typically wears jean capris with a rockabilly type shirt and sandals. Her and Memphis used to live in Tulsa, but moved to Seattle with their family when they were around eleven. After their dad died, they moved back to Tulsa to live with Kathleen. (They knew Kathleen when they lived in Tulsa, and maintained contact through the years). She wears her mother's wedding ring on a chain around her neck. She's pretty cold towards people, though it's just a front she puts up so that she doesn't get hurt. Once you get close to her, she becomes fiercely protective and loyal. A junior in high school.

Memphis Landon: Cameron's twin brother (older by 5 minutes). His hair is pretty wavy, and curls at the nape of his neck. It falls over his eyes slightly, but he usually sweeps his bangs to the side. His eyes are dark blue. Age 17. Typically wears jeans and a t-shirt, but will occasionally wear a jean jacket. Him and Cam used to live in Tulsa, but moved to Seattle with their family when they were around eleven. After their dad died, they moved back to Tulsa to live with Kathleen. (They knew Kathleen when they lived in Tulsa, and maintained contact through the years). He plays guitar, and dreams of hitting it big and becoming famous. Memphis is a warm and caring guy, but a little aloof. He doesn't usually show up for school, because he thinks it's boring and a waste of time.

For the Love of a Greaser

Chapter 1

Memphis slowly drunk his coke, looking at the people milling about Tulsa. It was pretty quiet out today; the only people around were him, Cat, Cam, and some kid exiting the movie house farther down the street. Cam looked at him coolly.

"What's eating ya, Mem?" She leaned against the side of the building, absentmindedly playing with the ring on her necklace. Cat looked over at him.

"It's the kid, right?" Memphis nodded. "What about him?"

"That red Corvair." He pointed at the aforementioned car that was slowly tailing him. The kid remained oblivious, his baggy sleeveless sweatshirt swaying slightly with each step he took. "Somethin's up." With those words, the kid finally noticed the car. His speed increased slightly, but it was no use. The Corvair sped up before it stopped, a load of Socs hopping out of it.

"Should we interfere?" she messed with the hem of her skirt. "Some lunch break this is turning out to be." Cam snorted.

"Alright, Ms. Corporate, we won't save a kid from being possibly mauled by a group of reckless idiots." They knocked the kid down and held him there, one of the bigger ones holding a knife to his neck.

"It's not like that! C'mon!"Cat took off towards the kid and his attackers, hands already tightened into fists. Cam and Memphis followed seconds later. Quickly, Memphis kicked the guy with the knife in the head, the knife slowly cutting the kid's neck in the process.

"D..Darry?" the kid blearily blinked before sitting up slightly. He looked more than a little spooked.

"Sorry kid, not quite." He turned around to fight the rest of the Socs, before noticing the Corvair was gone, and that Cat had just punched some guy wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt square in the jaw. The five guys surrounding him looked slightly ticked off. The kid scrambled to his feet.

"Soda!" he raced towards a golden haired teenager and the group put their attention towards him.

"Pony!" he engulfed the other guy in a hug, spinning him around slightly. "That's a tough looking cut you got there, Pony. Man, we wupped them Socs good! They won't be around here for a while, that's for sure." The tallest of them all stepped forwards.

"What were you thinking, Ponyboy Curtis? Walkin' home alone!" His eyes had a semi-cold glint to them, and reminded Memphis of Cam's.

"Hey, I don't think the kid did anything wrong! It's not his fault those stupid Socs get their kicks jumping greasers!" Cat stepped up the guy, trying her best to look intimidating. It didn't have the best effect; he must have been a foot or so taller than her.

"Look, I appreciate you and your friends stepping in and all, but it's not your place. Go home, kid."

"The name is Kathleen Farley, not "kid"." she quickly looked towards Memphis. "Mem, what time is it?" He looked at his watch.

"1:30." He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it before taking a drag.

"Shit!" she quickly turned to Ponyboy. "Listen, Ponyboy, was it?" he nodded. "Glad you're alright and all, but I have to split. Dr. Erikson is going to have a cow!" she quickly started to run in the building's general direction before calling over her shoulder, "Cam, Memphis, the house better not be messy by the time I get home, ya hear?!"

"Yeah, yeah, don't spit the dummy!" Memphis yelled back. Cam whacked him in the arm. "Oh, yeah, moving on…I'm Memphis Landon. This is my sister, Cameron." This time she whacked him on the head.

"Cam. Call me Cam. Most everyone does." Two-Bit looked at her for a few seconds before laughing.

"Girlie, you've got a man's name! I'm Two-Bit." He bowed mockingly. "Glad to meet your Soc-y acquaintance!" Memphis glared at him.

"Hey now, we're greasers, same as you. Kathleen was only dressed like that 'cause she's on the clock. Now, who the hell're the rest of you?" Steve snorted.

"I'm Steve Randle. He's Sodapop, he's Darry." He pointed to the two. "That's Johnny and Dally." He gestured to Johnny and Dally, off to the side. "Now, can I leave? Soda and I are supposed to be at the DX anyhow." Cam started to walk away.

"C'mon, Mem. Don't know why we're hanging around them, anyways." She fiddled with the chain of her necklace, slowly striding away.

"Sorry if she's a bit rude to ya'll. She's a bit of an ice queen, by and large. See ya!" Memphis quickly took after his sister, shoving his hands in his pockets. Two-Bit and Steve looked at each other.

"Well…they were…nice." Ponyboy ventured. Dally snorted.

"That brunette chick needs to learn her place."

"Hey now, I've never seen a girl punch like that!" Sodapop exclaimed, shuffling his feet slightly. "She beat that Soc, right straight!" Johnny looked to the ground.

"C'mon, can't we just be glad Pony wasn't hurt too bad?" Dally sighed before starting to head home.

"Whatever. C'mon guys, let's get out of here." Slowly, the group dispersed. Soda and Steve to the DX, Darry and Ponyboy to their house, and the other three to god knows where. So long as everyone was safe, it'd all be alright.

SORRYTHISISAPAGEBREAKCAN'TTHINKOFHOWTOTRANSITION

Kathleen flopped onto the beaten up old couch, her torso on Memphis and her legs on Cam. She slid off her shoes using her feet and sighed.

"You lazy asses need to get jobs. What with how much he eats," she jut her chin out at Memphis, "and how little the good doc pays me, we're going to be in the red right quick." Memphis scoffed and Cam sighed.

"Here we go again…."

Memphis quickly stood up, inadvertently making Kathleen sprawl on the floor.

"Lordie! When I'm finally discovered, we'll have no problem with the 'ol finances! You just have to believe!" Cam kicked him in the stomach.

"Sorry, bro, but I agree with Cat on this one. Hate to say it, but we do need the cash. Why don't you just play on a street corner or something for tips?" He gave her a look.

"Maybe, maybe not. We'll see." Kathleen sighed, growing more and more annoyed with the two. Cam swung her long raven hair over her shoulder and returned the look.

"It better not be maybe, Memphis Landon! I can probably waitress somewhere, but you need to pick up the slack! I go to school. You just goof off all day. Do the math!"

"Fine. Fine. I'll figure something out." He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and started to flick it on and off. "Maybe I can pull a favor with Buck and play at his bar sometime. Who knows, drunks might tip well…" Kathleen stood up and began walking to the door.

"Where you going?" Memphis hollered after her, making a move to follow her. "Can Cam and I come?" Cat turned around halfway and smiled at the two before walking onto the porch.

"Just going to sit out here for a while. Can you guys fix dinner tonight? I need a break."

The day slowly faded into night. Gone were the birds chirping, kids zooming by on bikes, and madras-clad Socs looking to stir up trouble. The night had come, and with it the silence. Kathleen leaned back into the porch swing and absent mindedly began to rock back and forth. Mmm…there's nothing quite like spending a few minutes alone. I love Cam and Memphis, but they still need a mother…I'm not sure I'm up to the job. I'm only two years older than them. What if I can't handle being a proper role model and they screw up somehow?

"Hey, lady." A sudden voice broke her out of her reverie. Standing on the sidewalk a few yards away from her was one of the kids from the movie theater. "You're one of the people that helped Pony, right?" Cat nodded and gave him a small smile.

"Yeah, that'd be me. I'm Kathleen Farley. I didn't quite catch your name, though…"

"Johnnycake Cade. Most people call me Johnny, though." He shifted awkwardly, as if unused to talking to new people. "How long have you lived here?"

"Since I was a kid." She smiled bitterly. "I can't say I've ever seen you around these parts, though. Where d'you live, Johnny?"

"Well, Penn St., technically. More often than not I stay at the Curtis's or the lot." He gestured to a house on the other side of the street. Kathleen grasped the situation, although it took her a few seconds.

"Oh. Well, you're always welcome here. What's one more addition to the flock?" Johnny just got a look in his eye and turned away.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine. Nice meeting you, Kathleen."

"You too, Johnny." She shook her head in wonder, "You too."

He's so strong for such a small kid…It is a little weird we've lived so close to that Ponyboy kid for so long and haven't noticed him, though. And his brother…what's the deal there? Kathleen stood back up and walked inside, smelling something burning. When it rains, it pours.