Author's Note: Alright everyone I finally finished this chapter. Now I have all the same characters but I changed the sisters ages and I changed Carmelapple's name to Kandyapple. Now this chapter does have the parents in it and everybody is intoduced but all of the characters will be in the next chapter. Hope y'all enjoy.

Chapter 1

"Boys, your mother wants to know if you cleaned your room" My father shouted at us from the living room where he was either reading the paper or watching CNN, maybe both.

"Darrel I could have done that" My mother said to him. I already knew what he was going to say but he didn't, probably because mom was all worried about the house lookin' good for tonight. Tonight my siblings are coming home for Thanksgiving, and are bringing their boyfriends or girlfriends. Yup I have four older siblings, well four siblings that are coming home Sodapop lives here still. Well I guess I should tell you about my family huh? Well I'll start with myself. Now don't laugh at my name, most people do, but I like it. My name's Ponyboy Curtis and it's no nickname. I'm 13 and have brown hair that I grease back. I have gray eyes not green. Everyone thinks my eyes are green but they're not they're gray! I hate green eyes. Anyway I'm basically your normal teen I guess. I'm real smart, I got bumped up a grade in elementary school so I'm in the ninth grade instead of the eight. I'm a real good runner too. I'm on the track team and everything. I guess the only 'out of the ordinary' thing is that I'm a greaser.

You're probably wondering what a greaser is right? Well I'll explain it's simple really greasers are the poor kids with even less money than the middle class kids. We're known for being hoods and JDs and greasing our hair back oh yeah and leather jackets. Then there's the middle class they like to hang around the socs (pronounced soshes not socks). Socs are the rich kids with all the breaks. They throw beer blasts, wear fancy/designer clothes (like Hollister and American Eagle), drive fancy cars, and most of all jump greasers. They think we're no good waste of space. They jump us when they're board. Now that I've got that all cleared up I'll finish telling you about my family.

Next there's my big brother Sodapop you can call him Soda though he don't mind. Oh and you can call me Pony I don't mind either. Anyway Soda's a happy-go-lucky kinda guy. He's 16 and has golden brown hair that the sun bleaches to shining wheat gold. He has big brown eyes to match. Everybody loves Soda; he looks like some sorta movie star. Even soc girls fawn over him. I think he's proud to be a greaser. Well he probably wishes he wasn't but he sure don't show it. He greases his hair back with way too much grease (we all do), wears the same pair of shoes all year even if they have holes in 'em (that is when he wears shoes), He wears jeans that are all ripped up and T-shirts. None of us wear that Abercrombie and Finch stuff. I think that if Soda were a soc or even middle class he would have been the same way, happy with what he's got. Soda's real good with cars like his best buddy Steve. They both work part time at the DX, a local gas station, when they're not at school.

Next we have my biggest brother Darry (he was named after my father his real name is Darrel). Darry's real big. Not fat wise but muscle wise. He played football in high school (He's 20 and trying to make enough money to put himself through college. He'll probably be in college by the next school year). Darry's about six feet two and like I said really muscular. He has different eyes than me and Soda his eyes are like a sheet of pale blue green ice. He's got brown hair and looks almost exactly like dad. Once they were mistaken for brothers instead of father and son. Darry doesn't grease his hair back like Soda and me. He doesn't need to he looks tuff with out it. Oh yeah I forgot to mention that. Alright there's a difference between tough and tuff. Tough spelled t-o-u-g-h means rough and tuff like t-u-f-f- means cool. Now back to what we were talking about before.

Next we have my oldest sister Karma who's 19. She has saved up money since she was like little so she could go to college. I think she's saved her money her whole life cause she bought herself an I-pod and she's putting herself through college. Well she really wanted to go to a nicer school (basically an expensive one and have a real major) but she's just going to this college that's not too far away. It's not a community college but it's not one of those huge universities either. It's no Harvard or anything. She lives with her boyfriend. She has the same color eyes as Darry except hers aren't as cold as Darry's hers are more like mom's eyes they are happy and joyful. But when's she angry her eyes are icier than Darry's. Actually they are icier than Darry and Dally's combined. (Dally's a buddy of ours. He's tuff). She has brown hair like Darry and me that falls down in slight waves to her shoulders. She keeps to herself most out of our whole family. She's not shy or antisocial she's just quiet. Kinda like me and Johnny I guess. But she just doesn't really socialize a lot. At one point I thought she couldn't talk, but she can. I dunno she keeps to herself but she's as close to the gang as everyone else. Kinda bizarre huh?

Now on to my next sister Kandyapple, but you can call her Kandy or Apple she really don't care. She is Karma's twin so that makes her 19. She looks exactly like Soda though. They were once mistaken for twins. I thought it was kinda funny. Kandy lives with her boyfriend too. He just so happens to live in the same apartment complex as Derrick. Derrick is Karma's boyfriend, so that means Apple lives in the same 'neighborhood' so to say as Karma. Kandy didn't end up going to college or even a community college. She's smart so I don't know why but she just never did. In stead she kept on working at the mall in some department store. Karma and Kandy are like complete opposites. Kandy is more like Soda you could swear they were twins. They look and think alike and even have that same happy-go-lucky attitude. Karma isn't really like any of us. Maybe she's just all of us rolled into one. I don't know. Shoot, we should probably get back to talking about Kandy. Anyway she has the same golden brown hair and brown eyes as Soda (we have established that already). Her hair is a little longer than Karma's though. Her hair falls down to her shoulder blades. She's real good at everything she does come to think of it. We're all pretty good at stuff that we want to be good at. Like Soda's good with cars and is passing auto mechanic with flying colors. He thinks he's dumb cause that, along with gym, are the classes he has the highest grades in. Darry's good a football, he played all through high school and even got a scholarship, but we still didn't have enough money to send him. My mom can do anything she sets her mind too. And my dad will do anything if he wants to or if you tell him he can't do something he's bound to at least try and do it.

Alright since I can't stay on topic of my sister Kandy I'll move on to my youngest older sister (if that makes scene) Shandi. Shandi is the youngest of my sisters but she's still older than me at age 18. Shandi moved into an apartment after she graduated her. Shandi is well weird. Not in a bad way or anything she's just different. Well for example she listens to music that don't normally go together. Like she listens to Kid Rock, Selena, and Linkin Park music that don't normally go together ya know. She wears skater and gothic clothes but she's not a skateboarder or goth. I don't think she even knows how to skateboard. She is her own person. She has her own style, a style like nobody else's. She is unique, one of a kind, one in a million. Shandi has sandy blonde hair that was about to her shoulder blades. She has blue eyes with the slightest hint on green in them. You can barely notice it but at times it makes her eyes shimmer. Shandi is one of those people who does what she wants and does things the way she wants and doesn't care what people think of her. I think Shandi is the person who is closet to everyone in the gang. She's a real likable person just like Soda. You can never tell what she's thinking and sometimes she'll just blurt out the most random things. But you gotta love her.

Then there's my mom and dad. Darry, like I said looks just like dad does strong, tall, brown hair. Except my dad's eyes are more like Sodapop's. Dad is just like Soda loves life, always laughing and having fun. Mom is a little more serious but she loves life and loves having fun and laughing. My mom is really pretty too. She has light brown hair that falls in waves down a bit past her shoulders. She has gray eyes like me that are always happy. She is one of the only, if not the only, person who can talk to Dallas and keep him out of trouble (or at least try to). For some reason Dally listens to her and tries to stay out of trouble, but come on he's Dallas Winston trouble is bound to follow him. Dally always says she know the score around here. My mother also makes the best chocolate cake in the world, no joke. Every night she makes a new on for dessert and puts it in the fridge and it's there in the morning. Every morning we ask if we can have a piece and mom always says no and that we have to wait until after dinner. Today's not different, mom's made her famous chocolate cake, apple pie, and pumpkin pie, and cookies. Yeah the dessert table's full along with the two tables of food. We feed a lot of people here at my house there's me. Mom, Dad, Soda, Darry, Karma, Kandy, Shandi, Derrick (Karma's boyfriend), Julia (Darry's girlfriend), Justin (Kandy's boyfriend), who ever Shandi's boyfriend is, Johnny (my best buddy. He's got it real bad at home and comes over our house a lot.), and most likely the rest of the gang. We have a gang so to say which includes the six of us Curtis', Johnny Cade, Steve Randle who's Soda's best buddy since grade school, Two-bit Mathews, and Dallas Winston who like I said is one of the tuffest hoods in Tulsa. We've all been friends since I can remember, I don't even have one memory from before we were all friends. All I can remember is us always being friends. Well I guess we should get back to the events that are going on now cause someone's at the door.

"I'll get it" I said walking over to the door. I didn't know who it was cause everyone was suppose to be her later on, and if it were one of the guys they would have just walked in. I pulled open the door to find Shandi.

"Shandi!!" I shouted hugging my sister and nearly knocking her over. She had a bag and her little Dickie's backpack that she uses as a purse, in her hands and dropped them when I flew into her arms. I haven't seen Shandi in what seems like forever.

"Hey Pone" She said returning my hug before coming inside. She had on the beanie that seems to be attached to her head. It's black with a brim and has a skull on the side. She also had on blue pants that looked to be pajamas, a T-shirt, and a sweatshirt that was only half way zipped up and was hanging off of one shoulder.

"Pony who's at the door?" my mother shouted from the kitchen as we walked in. My dad looked up from his paper and Soda came bounding down the hall.

"Shandi!!!" He shouted and ran straight into her and he too almost knocked her down.

"Hey Pepsi-cola" she said and ruffled both of our hairs after he let go of her. I don't know why but Shandi is the one everyone's closest to. Not only in our family but in the gang too, it's like we couldn't get along with out her. Not like the way Johnny's the gangs pet but I don't know we just couldn't get along with out her she keeps us in order.

"Hi daddy" she said walking over to dad and giving him a hug.

"Shandi I thought you were coming over later" My dad said. It wasn't in a mean way but more of a shocked way.

"Oh so you're not happy to see me?" She said putting on her best sad face. They both started laughing.

"Ponyboy who was at the door?" mom asked as she walked out of the kitchen. Shandi was putting her sweatshirt in the closet and then walked into the living room.

"Shandi!" My mom said and hugged her.

"Hey ma" she said

"Shandi you're not wearing that to dinner are you?" my mother asked looking Shandi over.

"Yeah what you don't like it" Shandi said looking down at her clothes.

"Shandi" my mother said crossing her arms.

"I know I'm going to take a shower right now mom" Shandi said picking up her bag and heading down the hall. I looked and Soda and we looked at dad and we were all smiling at each other knowing what the next words out of my mother's mouth would be. We were right.

"SHANDI JUNE!!!" Mom shouted. Shandi stopped in her tracks even though I couldn't see her face I knew she was smiling. A minute later she slowly, almost as if in slow motion, turned around and looked at my mother the sweetest look on her face.

"Yes mother" she replied trying to hold back a grin.

"Where did you get that shirt!" Mom exclaimed not as loud as before but she was still loud.

"What this?" Shandi said looking down at her shirt. My mother crossed her arms and glared at her. We were all trying not to laugh.

"Ah ma it's just a shirt" she said. Mom just stood there glaring at the shirt as if that would make it go away.

My dad spoke up "Well dear, if you think about it, it's true" he said referring to Shandi's shirt. Mom turned and glared at him. He quickly shut up.

"Ma it's a song. Don't get all worked up about it; I'm not wearing it to dinner. I wore it as a pajama shirt last night." Mom uncrossed her arms and her glare went away slowly.

"Alright, but I hope you don't wear that thing in public" Mom said walking back to the kitchen. When she was out of ear shot we all started laughing.

"Shandi did you wear that just to irritate your mother" Dad asked

"Daddy I'm offended that you would think such a thing" Shandi said but we all knew she did want to see mom's reaction. Shandi again gathered her bag and walked down the hallway and we again all started laughing seeing the back of her shirt.

"You two better not go around saying that either" Dad said looking stern "And don't think you're getting one either"

Soda and I smiled and said "Ok"

I didn't really want one of those shirts but I guess if I had it I'd wear it. I knew just from looking at it that it was a Kid Rock shirt. Shandi likes that song and I've heard it a few times. I kept remembering mom's face when she read the back of Shandi's shirt and that made me laugh. I saw that the front said "You never met a" and I was wondering what the back said. I don't think mom was expecting that on the back of Shandi's black shirt in big whit letter would be the rest of the 'quote' which was "Mother fucker quite like me". After a minute it dawned on me that obviously it went along with the Kid Rock son "You never met a Mother fucker quite like me". Everyone went back to what they were doing and a second later I heard music coming from the bathroom. You know how they say that people sing in the shower? Well Shandi takes it to the next level and puts music on and sings whatever song is on in the shower. I heard some one say "Yep" and then music. Right away I knew what song Shandi had put on and mom was going to be none too pleased. The music continued and finally the words started.

I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone
I met the president when I was half stoned
I been so high I've gotten confused
I been beat down, broke and used
Motherfucker
I drank with hank, talked blues with Billy
Rocked with Run sang with shotgun Willy
Went from small time philly to big time Bobby
From 3 day old chili to saki with wosabi

I'm home hey I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me, dida dada like me, hey like me

No more bein' poured drink specials at winners
Or being ignored by the think straight sinners
I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner
Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd Skynyrd
No beginners here I'm a seasoned vet
Educated on jazz by my man Amed
Heard again my friend I been the world n back
But I'm Michigan boy can you feel that

And I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me, God damn like me, hey hey like me

Never thought I'd go as far in life as this
Never made par and I could give 2 shits
Never wanted sell cars cause my dad was a dick
Never wanted a guitar 'till I heard a lick like this (a/n the lick form free bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd)

And from the depths of Dixie to my northern spots
You know its time to rock when ole glory drops

I pimp through town with the top laid back
Black hat, fine blonde, cold pabst in my lap
I'll adapt
To any and all situations
That's why the call me the pimp of the nation
Hey bitch you best believe I live in the woods not your world of greed
Might, a little weed might a little yeah
I'm so proud to be living in the USA

You've never met a motherfucker quite like me
Hey hey like me, da di da da stay like me, hey hey hey like me
You ain't ever met and you ain't never going meet
You never met a, never met a, never never never never met a
Motherfucker quite like me
You ain't never met a mother like me
Hey you ain't never never never never never met someone like me
(Hey hey)
Never met like me,
(Hey hey)
(Hey dude hey)
Never met a mother like me
(Come on, hey)
And you never, and you never gonna you never
(Hey come on already)
Never gonna you never meeeeeeeet
(stop)
What?
(Dude, there's more to life that just you)
hahaha

Sure enough my mom wasn't too pleased with the song, but she didn't say anything cause she knows that's not even half as bad as some stuff plus I think she kinda liked it. I know she did cause she would have said something if she didn't or maybe she just didn't feel like arguing since it's Thanksgiving.

Shandi finished her shower and a listened to some other songs. After her shower she got ready and came out a few minutes later with a pair of jeans that had holes in the knees and a black tank top and written in pink it said 'Nobody puts Baby in the corner'. We all looked at her with our jaws on the floor. And not because she still had that shirt on. She smirked at this.

"Well?" She asked putting her hands out and spinning around as to model for us. We didn't answer and she seemed to get angry "What you don't like it?"

"Well it's different" My dad said she smirked again.

"Exactly what I was going for" She walked over to the closet and pulled out her sweatshirt and pulled it on before pulling on her black high top Converse sneakers. "You two coming?" She asked me and Soda. We shot up and grabbed out sweatshirts and pulled on our shoes happy to get out of the house and not have to keep cleaning.

"Mom I'm taking the boys out of the house for a while. Don't worry we'll be back in time to get ready for dinner." She shouted to my mom who was in the kitchen "Bye daddy" She said and we walked out before they had time to object.

A/N: You Never Met A Motherfucker Quite like me is one of my all time favorite songs so I decided to put it in here.