Chapter one::A Young Mother's Broken Heart

Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders or Chrissy Anderson! :0

"Mommy?" Tiny tan hands shook the woman in her ivory bed. A moan escaped her mouth. "Mommy!"

The woman sat up then, brushing down her unruly black curls. Rubbing her dark eyes, her gaze lazily slid to the child who woke her.

"Yes, baby?" Her voice was thick with sleep.

"I had another nightmare."

A sigh followed those words but not one of annoyance; it was one of worry.

"How about you sleep with mommy tonight?"

The child nodded eagerly before climbing into bed next to her mother. Wrapping her arms around her little baby girl, the young mom sighed heavily for the second time.

Her normally beautiful brown skin had a clammy look to it as if she'd been sick. Thoughts had been running through her mind all night, pestering her like gnats on a hot summer day. Some were of her baby's wellbeing, her car, her job...

Her eviction notice.

A glare not meant for anyone in particular settled in her eyes. Why was she getting kicked out? The other tenants of the apartment didn't want a black woman and her mixed race child there. At all.

When she'd told her big brother, he insisted for the two to come and live with him in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her youngest brother had no problem clearing the spacious attic for them and buying their furniture. She had willingly accepted, until she realized the consequences of moving back to her old home.

That meant the possibility of running into the gang, the Soc vs Greaser war (she belonged to the latter), and Soda.

A breath caught in her throat a she thought of his name. It felt foreign in her mind since she'd had most of their memories together locked away. She just wished he was erased from her memory completely.

Pushing those thoughts away, she checked the time. It was only 2:32 in the morning and she didn't plan on leaving until 9. By then, she'd be on the road to her new life… literally and figuratively.

"Whatever." The woman muttered under her breath, rolling over with her gorgeous half asleep baby still in her arms. Shutting her eyes, she tired to fall into a peaceful sleep. She was sure as hell going to need it.

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Sodapop sighed, staring up at the afternoon sky. It was just another routine day at the DX for him, only today business was slow. Now, the good looking blonde was taking his fifth break of the day, seeing as his services weren't needed.

"Hey Soda!" A feminine voice shouted.

Turning, he drunk in the image if a petite girl with layered brown hair and bright green eyes. Her sun kissed skin brought out the color in her eyes and her barely there freckles could only be seen up close. A black tank top, pink skirt, and black converse covered her body.

He flashed her a bright smile which she equally returned. "Hey Chrissy. What's up?"

Seventeen year old Chrissy Anderson skidded to a stop in front of him and kissed his cheek.

"Eh, nothing much." She pulled her pink skirt up a little more so the end sat at the top of her thighs. "How's my favorite blonde?"

"Can't complain." He smirked at her. "And look at what you're wearing."

She giggled as he took her hand and twirled her in a circle so he could get a full body view of her.

"Trying to impress Steve, huh?"

A raging blush spread across her face at the sound of her crush's name.

"No!" She denied haughtily. "...Where is he by the way?"

Soda laughed before motioning behind him. "In the back working on some cars."

"Thank youuuuuu!" Chrissy sing songed as she walked towards the garage.

"Use a condom!"

"Shut the fuck up, Sodapop Curtis!"

His laughter filled the air. The sound of a car pulling up made him stop, smooth out his DX uniform, and walk towards it. "Aye, Sodapop! What's up, my man?"

A smile threatened to break said man's face in two. He should've known.

"Jameek! Long time no see!"

Leaning into the car, Sodapop gave Jameek a handshake.

Jameek Penrose was a handsome twenty something year old. He was tall, had bright hazel eyes, and a dark complexion. He kept his black hair buzzed sort. Most people didn't like him because he was black, but Sodapop Cutis was no racist.

"Sorry, man, I've been busy working, y'know?" He sent his friend a smile before turning to the backseat. "Aye, Damion! Don't be rude; Say hello to Soda."

A head popped from the back seat.

"Hey Soda!" Ten year old Damion Penrose called enthusiastically. He was the spitting image of his brother, only with ink black curls and freckles across his cheeks. "Can we come over tonight?"

Jameek sent his little brother a look. "Damion, it's rude to just invite yourself over someone's hou-"

"Aw, don't sweat it." Sodapop waved his hand. "Sure you guys can. You're like my family! C'mon now."

Jameek smirked. "Thanks, man. You're the coolest white guy I know."

Soda threw his head back and gave a genuine laugh.

"Anyway, man, my sister is moving back." Sodapop almost choked on air.

"H-Hazelle's coming back?"

The black man nodded.

"When?"

"She should be here in a day or two." Jameek nodded before continuing hesitantly. "Yeah. The tenants of her apartment back in Ohio didn't want her there so they kicked her out."

Soda was almost tempted to ask why but, the answer was very obvious.

"I don't know why people are racist," Sodapop muttered his thoughts out loud. Jameek gazed at the ground. "Its just so fucking... stupid. Like why would you hate somebody just because they have darker skin than you do."

"Yea..."

"Anyway," Sodapop continued bubbly. "Ya'll are coming over and I'll make food and it'll be a typical night with the gang."

Damion, who was too busy messing with the car radio to hear their little exchange, looked up at them.

"Yay! Thanks Soda!"

Soda nodded to them both before walking back towards the garage.

She's coming back... After all these years...

Sodapop shook his head, desperately in need of a cigarette.

~XO~

YAY FIRST CHPTER DONE! :D I'll probably be updating every weekend and, if I'm lucky, during the week. And I PM'ed the OCs that made it into the story; every chapter one will be introduced since I don't want to overload people with characters and names to remember. Anyway, R&R and you get a virtual cookie! :3 Love you all!

~Cheyenne~