A/N: Hey guys! This is the first Outsiders multi-chaptered story I've tried in quite awhile. I'd really appreciate comments, and constructive criticism. I do ask though; if you're going to insult my story, tell me how to improve. And please, please, please tell me if Kat shows any signs of becoming a Mary-Sue.

A loud knock on the door roused Katherine Matthews from where she was nestled on the couch. Swearing to herself, she climbed her way out of a pile of blankets, and made her way towards the door. She ran her hands through her knotted red hair that fell down to her shoulders, and obscured part of her face. She pulled open the front door and scowled. Sodapop Curtis was standing on her doorstep looking cheerful as ever.

"Hey," he said, grinning at her. She glared at him, and opened the door without a word. "What happened to your face?" he asked, stepping inside the house.

"Accident. What's your excuse?" she replied, shaking her head subconsciously so her black eye was slightly more covered by her hair.

Soda just smirked. "You know Kat, you shouldn't let that new boy of yours beat on you like that."

"Bite me Curtis," she growled back.

"Glad to," he said launching himself at her as if he were going to attack her. She stepped to the side and he tumbled to the floor. "No fair," he pouted, propping himself up on one elbow.

It was Kat's turn to smirk.

"Smooth one slick. Two-Bit's in his room. He's undoubtedly hung over, so I'd be quiet if I were you," she said, stepping over Sodapop, and flopping herself back on the couch. She should've turned the TV on while she was up. Oh well. She'd do it when Curtis left her alone. She glanced to the side, where he was still on the floor. "Are you waiting for something?"

"Yeah. I'm waiting to feel like getting up," he said, folding his hands behind his head. He knew he was getting on her nerves. It was his point of lying on the floor. Kat never felt the need to be nice to him, so he felt the need to annoy her. He turned his head sideways to look at her. She had a small scowl on her face. He just grinned, and finally pulled himself off the floor. "I think I'll go wake up that brother of yours." He headed up the stairs, and threw open Two-Bit's door with a loud whoop. That noise was promptly followed by a loud whoomph sound, and a shout. Kat rolled her eyes. It didn't matter how old boys got they never grew up.

She waited a few minutes before finally climbing back off the couch, and heading upstairs to get dressed. Dave was supposed to get there soon, and she figured she probably ought to look a bit more presentable. She pushed her door shut as she headed into her room, and headed for her closet. She grabbed a random outfit. She slid into one of her shorter black skirts, and a blue top that she'd stolen from one of her friends two years ago. She grabbed her brush, and forcibly brushed her hair, trying to get all the knots out. When she had gotten most of them out, she quickly pulled her red hair up into a ponytail. She dug through one of her drawers, until she found her makeup. She started with her cover-up, covering the huge purplish bruise that covered part of her face. She didn't figure Dave would be too pleased to see her if she didn't cover it up. She finished with that, and quickly put on the rest of her makeup. She surveyed herself in the mirror. She had way too much on. But, then again, what girl didn't wear too much makeup?

She headed out of her room, and could hear thumping, and grunting. She prayed to god they were wrestling. She headed quickly down the stairs, and away from her brother's room. This time, as she entered the living room, she remembered to turn the TV on, before throwing the cover that was on the couch to the other side of the room, and stretching her sixteen-year-old body out on the couch. She heard the door open soon enough, and she knew it was Dave. He never bothered to knock. "Kat?" His deep voice boomed.

"In here," she called back, not bothering to move. He'd come find her. And indeed, in less then five seconds he appeared in the living room doorway. He had his black hair slicked back, and his blue eyes watched her. "Well, are you coming over here?" she asked, pulling her feet back so he had room to sit. He took his time crossing the room. She knew he was trying to act tough. She also knew she had no intention of telling him he was failing. He sat down next to her on the couch, before glancing at the TV.

"Mickey Mouse?" He asked, giving her a weird look. She shrugged. It had been on the TV when she'd turned it on, and she hadn't felt like changing the channel. She waited for him to make the next move. She knew he hadn't come over to talk. He never had, and he had a one-track mind. She wasn't expecting it to change anytime soon. It wasn't too long before he asked, "Who's home?"

"Two-Bit, and Soda are here. But, Two-Bit's hung-over, and I don't really care what Soda thinks," she said, as he moved closer, before grabbing her wrists, and pulled her onto his lap. He seemed in a feisty, impatient mood today. Well, with Dave, that was unusual. After he pulled her onto his lap, it took him about point two seconds to push their lips together. She giggled lightly before his kisses became more forceful and her air supply was cut off. She winced as Dave set about attacking her neck. Why he had to be so rough with her, she didn't know. She was going to have bite marks all over her before the day was done. She didn't quite know when it happened, but somehow she ended up pinned underneath Dave on the couch. She giggled again, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him close. She squirmed when she felt cold hand slide up her shirt. Surely he wasn't going to do this with her brother in the house.

In just a few seconds, her shirt was up and off of her body. He threw it somewhere away from them. She wasn't quite sure. He'd been about to start trying to get her bra off, but was distracted by the laugh of someone coming down the stairs. Kat pushed Dave off her and sat up, re-hooking the one hook Dave at gotten un-done. Soda had just stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He shook his head, looking at her. "Tsk tsk Miss Katherine. What would your brother think?"

"It's not of my brother's god damned business. Get out of my house Sodapop Curtis!" she shouted at him, locating her shirt, grabbing it, and holding it to her chest, as she pushed Soda out the door. She slammed it behind him, and sunk down against it. She looked back at Dave who had an eyebrow raised. "Wanna go to my room?" she asked, taking his hand as he walked towards her.