Hi everyone! I felt the need to post this so it's not completely proofread. Sowweh. Anyways, this is my first multichapter story that I'm actually continuing. This is supposed to be a love story JohnnyxOC with background PonyboyxOC but it's turning out to be more of a friendship humor story D-B;

Please be easy on me! I'll have the next chapter out soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders or anything. The lovely S. E. Hinton does.

Hey, my name is Raile Peyton, pronounced 'rail'. It's really Raymona Charlene but I hate that name and when I'm 18, I'm gonna get it legally changed to Raile. It's not that I don't like Riley or Raley or something like that, but there's like no originality around here. I'm a middle class fourteen-almost-fifteen year old living in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Not much happens around here. We have pretty normal lives. 'Cept for the Soc-Greaser problems. I'll get into that later.

About me? Well, I live in a medium sized house with a mom and dad who are way too overprotective and work too much so my sister, my brother, and I can have a good life. I'm tall compared to the other girls here I guess, five four-ish. Sadly, I'm what you'd call a late bloomer but just for the record, not that late, if ya know what I mean. I'm not completely fat, but not overly thin. I have a flat stomach with a little fat sticking out so I'm good. . Gahh, I keep saying 'I this and I that.' Yeesh. I –am getting annoyed- have longish black hair, two eyes, a nose, a mouth, arms, legs, and all my organs are accounted for. I think. My brain doesn't really work a lot. I think I'm attention deficit to anything not school related. Ever since kindergarten, everyone expects me to be the star child who is strong/ smart/ pretty/ responsible/ respectful and all this other crap. I mean, I'm passing school and stuff with all A's but I don't think straight like my friend Ponyboy Curtis.

Now he's a real looker, and also one of my close friends but don't get any of that shizz in that sick-o head of yours. Pony's like a brother to me. He's real smart in school and has all the girls after him, but he's a clueless dunce, like me, when it comes to the opposite gender.

My best friend is Naomi Cole. She has wavy-ish chestnut hair that goes down to her waist. Her little brother is like nine or ten and real darn cute. Naomi is real tall for a girl 'round here. She just turned fourteen and she's like five seven, five eight-ish. She's a middle class kid too and in love with Ponyboy.

Ponyboy's other best friend is sixteen year old Johnny Cade. I'm a straight out person. I like Johnny. I think I'm too young for love so I'm settling for a real deep like. He's just so cute and serious a lot. He tries real hard in school but he's been held back. We know each other but aren't really friends because he's naturally shy or something and I'm just afraid to talk to him. I'm real scared of sayin' something stupid and getting embarrassed because my face gets real pink.

I have other friends of course. I'm not one of those 'hide in the corner don't talk to no one' people. We love to goof off and stuff, ya know, act retarded. We're lucky to some people stereotype-wise. At our school, girls are either very intelligent but not very pretty, very pretty but pretty stupid, or both attractive and smart. We fall into that last category.

My friends and I are also in a band. We have trouble with the name so I'm not too sure what we're called. I play the piano and sing… differently. My voice is cracked from the stupid development we call puberty.

One last thing you should know about me is that I'm a professional klutz. I can trip over anything, fall up stairs, drop Cheetos up my pants… uhm I guess you didn't need to know that. I always get myself stuck in awkward situations too. Especially with boys. A lotta my friends say I'm real lucky to have some guys after me but when they're not the one you have a crush on, it's not too great. It all started when I was five.

When I was five, my grandpa had some heart problem I didn't know about since I was real young. It was a cold January that year, right after Christmas too. My family and I went to visit him and my grandma in the hospital and I brought along my new portable radio. Thinking back, this was selfish but I only went to see grandpa to say hi I hope you feel better and junk and then I went after his food. My sister and I got into a little fight over who got the apple juice so we had to sit in the children's waiting room. We made up or something and started listening to my radio. It was pretty darn cool until some ugly boy my age came by. He said my radio was nice and started listening with us. A few minutes later he asked if he could hold it and my naïve self said yes. He held on to it for a real long time and I just yanked it out of his hands minutes later. He was all like 'hey!' and I kinda got scared so my sister and I sped out of the room as fast as our chubby lil' legs could take us. We ran into our aunt who was visiting too, but the boy kept following us. He followed us into the lobby, the gift store, and almost into the girls' bathroom! Creepy much.

Nyeh, that was like almost ten years ago, but I've been getting into more awkward situations since. And they've been getting more… complicated. As Naomi once said, "Gosh Raile, you've been getting into real secksual with such attractive guys!'

Yeah, it could've turned out better. But it didn't. And yes, I could've typed out 'sexual' but my friend said that to me one time and said it like that B-P. Rate and review!