HEY! IT'S AZZURRI09! IT'S REALLY URNOTSETHCOHEN, BUT I CHANGED IT CAUSE OF THE FIFA WORLD CUP. I'M IN THE FBI (FULL BLOOD ITALIAN) SO I WENT WITH THE AZZURRI, THE ITALIA TEAM. IF I MIGHT ADD, THE FIFA WORLD CUP CHAMPIONS! I KNOW YOU ALL ARE PROBABLY THINKING, COULD THIS GIRL START ANYMORE NEW STORIES, CAN SHE JUST FINISH ONE! BUT THIS IDEA POPPED INTO MY HEAD SO HERE GOES! REVIEW PLEASE!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders.

Chapter 1

The date was Sunday, July 9, 2006. A huge day for my country, well, not the country I lived it, America, but for Italy. I live in a huge house in Newport Beach, California. The Azzurri had made it into the Fifa World Cup Finals against France. My friend Alica was staying with me. I had my official Italian jersey on with my white shorts sitting in my dark basement on my leather recliner watching the pre-game show; nervous out of my mind. I was home alone cause my parents were on business in Italy. Business. Right. They were gonna be there for a month, but my older cousin comes to check up and stay with me at night. I'm so jealous that my parents are in Italy for the World Cup! They say they can't see it, but when Italy's in the Cup, celebration is EVERYWHERE!

"The National Anthems are coming up next…" The announcer said, then it went to commercial. I look nervously around the room, but my eyes stop on the Outsiders movie on my entertainment center.

"Calm down Isabella! It's just a game." She said. She's not that into soccer. I must have not put it away from last time I saw it. My eyes returned to the flat screen TV when I heard the Italian national anthem, Fratelli d'Italia. There's my boy Luca Toni! Just as the song ended, Fabio Cannavaro, like he always does at the end of the anthems, jumps up and down. The "Silent Captain" They call him. He's like the best captain ever! Then the game started. Minutes later, a penalty kick is called…for France! NO! They show the replay on the screen.

"He didn't even touch him!" I shout. Just as Zidane is about to kick, the screen went blank. "Where'd the game go! Where'd the game go!" I shouted.

"What's going on?" Alica shouted.

"I don't know, but where'd the game go!" I shouted once more. Then a light that nearly blinded us lit up the whole room. The bright light cause Alica to fall back. I fell back to, but it's a recliner. I was too freaked out to laugh. I have a bad sense of humor. Once the light subsided, I saw seven guys in front of the TV. I heard the game back on so I pushed through them to see what had happened. I know, seven guys in your house that just appeared out of now where and I go see the game.

"NOOOOO!" I shouted. "Buffon! How could you go the other way! You dove before he even kicked the ball! It hit the cross bar! I didn't go in! It shouldn't count!" Then they showed the replay. "Yeah it went in." I stated defeated. I then froze remembering the seven guys that had come out of the TV. I turned around and they all looked at me like I was insane. Alica had gotten off the floor.

"What the…" she said stunned.

"What…is…" we couldn't talk.

"What the hell are you doing here and where did you come from!" Alica burst. Then the commentator spoke very excitedly. My head snapped in the direction of the TV.

"There's some guys in your house and all you can think about is that." Dally said coldly.

"Yeah she's really got her priorities straight." Alica stated. The guys all looked at what I was staring at.

"It'll be a corner kick for Italy and Pirlo will take it." The guys said. I bit my lip in anticipation. He kicked the ball. Materazzi heads it…IN THE GOAL!

"YES! FINALLY! GOAL!" I yell.

"It's a goal by Marco Materazzi!"

"Isabella! Can we please focus on the situation." Alica announced.

"But the games on." I pouted. I looked at the guys. "Fine." I said defeated.

"Wow, I've never seen a girl that's that into sports." Two-Bit said looking shocked.

"Shut-up Two-Bit." I said.

"How did you?" he asked.

"Never mind that! How did you get here?" she asked.

"I don't know." Darry said. I kept getting distracted and my eyes kept looking at the screen.

"Isabella." Alica said.

"Fine." Then Darry started introducing the guys.

"This is Sodapop, Ponyboy, Dallas, Two-Bit, Johnny, Steve, and I'm Darrell."

"I'm Alica and that soccer freak over there that KEEPS LOOKING AT THE SCREEN is Isabella." She said.

"What oh- hi- no stop him! Stop Henry! Cannavaro stop him!"

"She really likes TV huh?" Soda said.

"No she just loves soccer and it's the Fifa World Cup Final and it's Italy against France." Alica explained.

"Yeah what she said." I said looking over at Soda, but our eyes met for a second then I looked away, because of the game, cause I was turning red, but I looked at the game anyway.

"So ugh, where are we?" Darry asked.

"In the year 2006, Newport Beach, California on Sunday July 9, 2006…GO TONI! GOAL! Wait, damn it off side." I said non chalantly.

"You'll have to excuse her. She's usually not like this." Alica said. The guys just looked at the house and looked out the window to the pool.

"Not even a soc could afford this." Ponyboy said to Johnny.

"Stay tuned for the Hyonda (sp?) Half time Report."

"Okay half time." I said looking at the guys. They were all staring at me.

"So…" I said messing with the bottom of my jersey. Awkward silence.

"Well, what should we do now?" Alica asked. Ugh, wait for half time to end!

"I don't know." I said.

"Are your parents home?" Two-Bit asked.

"No they're in Italy for a while and Alica is staying with me." I said.

"We could use the company." Alica burst.

"We could?" I asked.

"Yeah, we have plenty of rooms." I just followed.

"And seeing as you have no where to go…"

"You can just stay here."