Hello, hello, hello and welcome back to one of creativedreamer48's marvelous yarns of friendship, humor, and of course...love!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, so I read The Outsiders in one day. That's how much I loved it. So this story is based on the book because I haven't seen the whole movie yet. But what I have seen is pretty close to the book. So I think you'll be okay either or. 10 reviews equals new chapies.

Enjoy! ;P

Disclaimer: I own Jesse, and that's all.

1

"Damn, Ponyboy." I thought, as I walked alongside my friends. "Why'd you go on your own?"

"There he is!" I heard Darry shout, and before I knew it, we were running to where a bunch of Socs had Ponyboy pinned. Course, they all ran when they saw us coming.

"Hey, you damn Socs! Come back here!" I yelled, chasing their car. Steve and Two-Bit were going after the ones in the car. I ran after it when they had driven a little, and threw a couple rocks after them. "And don't come back!"

Then we all turned to see Soda and Darry kneeling over Ponyboy. We all walked over, and surrounded the greaser. "Did they hurt you, Ponyboy?" Soda asked.

Ponyboy shook his head. "No."

Even though Pony was bleeding where the knife slipped, and where it looked like he got slugged, I could tell he wasn't about to tell Darry. I didn't blame him.

"Damn you, Ponyboy Curtis! Why didn't you call one of us to go with you?" I asked.

He looked at me and smiled. "I didn't use my head." he sighed.

"Damn right you didn't use your head!" Darry exploded. Darry yelled a lot. Mostly, always at Pony, from what I could tell.

We all fell silent, then started walking. I looked at Ponyboy, his almost-red hair, hanging on his neck. His strong build, for a fourteen year old, at least. Soda, with his movie star looks. His dark gold hair, his nice face, his slim body. Steve, Soda's best friend, besides me. At least that's what Soda says. Steve, tall, curly hair. He loved cars. And Two-Bit, the joker of us. He was eighteen and tall and a well-built teen. Johnny, the baby brother of the group. Even though he's sixteen, and older than me, everyone treated him as a kid brother. He was tanned in the face, with big, black, nervous eyes. He was small, with a slight build. I loved him so much. Then, Dallas. Man! Was he a troublemaker. I loved him, though, he was like the brother I never had, and he loved me back, sorta. Dally doesn't really love anything. He had good cheekbones and had cold, clue eyes. His hair was long and fell over his eyes in white-blonde wisps. He was a real something.

And then there's me. The odd one out. I always wore my long hair in a low ponytail that went straight down my back. I had green-blue eyes, and I was really skinny. Not unhealthy skinny, but I was one of those who can't gain weight. I usually wore sweatshirts and jeans, though.

"You never think, Ponyboy! You can think at school, what with all those good grades of yours, but you don't think when it counts! If you were going alone, at least you could've brought a blade." Darry said.

"You leave Pony alone, Darry!" Soda said sternly. "It's not his fault he likes movies, and carrying a blade would've given those Socs a good reason to cut him up to ribbons!"

I loved Soda. He was always making me laugh, and was always standing up for Ponyboy.

"When I want my kid brother to tell me how to handle my other kid brother, I'll ask, kid brother." Darry said.

"Just ask one of us to go with you next time, Ponyboy." Two-Bit said.

"You know any of us will, Pony." I said, lighting a cigarette, courtesy of Dally.

Dally threw his butt away, "Going to the Nightly Double tomorrow. Find some action. Anyone want to come?"

"Me and Soda are getting Sandy and Evie for the game." Steve shook his head.

"Hey, Dall, I'll come." I said, throwing my cigarette on the ground, and stepping on it. I wasn't looking for any action, but it would be fun to come. Pony and Johnny would never speak up, though. Don't speak unless spoken to.

"Work tomorrow night." Darry sighed.

"Hey, Pony, Johnny, you guys wanna come?" Dally asked.

"Yeah, me and Johnny will come." Ponyboy nodded. "Is that okay, Darry?"

"It's the weekend, that's fine." Darry said.

I smiled. Ponyboy could nearly go anywhere on the weekends, but hardly anywhere on school nights.

"I was planning on getting boozed up, but I'll come meet you if I'm not too drunk." Two-Bit said.

I gave Two-Bit my 'what-did-you-just-say-mister?' look, and put my hands on my hips. I didn't like Two-Bit getting drunk all the time.

"Okay, I'll try not to get drunk." he said.

"Well, alright, so I'll see you guys tomorrow." I said, walking down the street towards my house. I heard everyone saying bye, and soon I was walking with Johnny. Eventually we broke off, and I walked up to my door and walked inside. No one was home. My dad was out drinking and my mom was out partying. I did my homework quickly, then just went to sleep.

I was woken up by the front door slamming open. I jerked my head up and walked into the hall. My dad was drunk. "Come here, worthless," he mumbled.

"Dad," I tried to help him, but he hit me against the wall. My back slammed into it, and I quickly got up. I hadn't put on pajamas, so I was still in clothes. Without bothering to put on shoes, I ran out the door and towards Ponyboy's, Soda's, and Darry's house. They kept their front door open, so I crept in and lay down on the couch. At some point I think Soda came in and put a blanket over me. "Goodnight, Jesse." he said, and kissed me lightly on the forehead.

Being a fourteen year-old girl in a gang isn't so bad.