Chapter 1: Movie Invites and Hidden Similarities

When Seasons Change

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own The Outsiders? S.E. Hinton is the real wonder of The Outsider and I don't make any money from the stories that I write on this site. I don't own Bad Blood either. Taylor Swift does.

A/N: Please tell me what you think! Criticism is welcome, but no flames please. Flames killed Johnny. Suggestions are always welcome, no matter what they may be. Thank you.

"...Did you think we'd be fine?

Still got scars on my back from your knife

So don't think it's in the past, these kinda wounds they last and they last.

...Band-aids don't fix bullet holes

You say sorry just for show

If you live like that, you live with ghosts."

Madilynn ~Fall, 1966~

"Come on, Madilynn," my friend, Rebecca, urged me. "One quick, simple movie. That's all I'm asking. I'm worried about you."

I didn't want to go home. Johnny wasn't home then, and I was sure hear about it, but enduring another two hours with Rebecca blabber-mouth Thompson isn't sounding anymore appealing that getting the belt to my rear end. She's a nice person, if not slightly superficial and the fact that she can't shut up for more than seven seconds. She's a greaser, but acts as if she's better than us even though she don't got no more class or money than the rest of us. I don't even know why I hang out with her. I only have to endure her mouth for my dreaded hours spent at school.

"No thanks, I have a ton of homework." I lie terribly, and Becky saw right through it.

"You never do your homework, Madilynn." She gave me a pointed look.

"I gotta go," I told her, beginning to walk backwards from where she was standing. Becky just sighed and turned towards her house, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk.

"Your impossible," she drawled over her shoulder. I shrugged; it was true enough.

Daddy's gonna kick my butt if I'm home late, I thought literally, quickening my pace to a sprint. I was suddenly thankful for gym class and for the fact that my slim figure and short five-foot-two stature that made me a quick short distance runner.

I made sure that I didn't slam the door when I walked slowly inside my house. My mother was asleep or passed out, whichever, on the couch. As I watched her, I looked for some similarities between the two of us; something to prove our relationship.

The color of her skin was the same as Johnny's and mine was a little lighter, like my dad's skin. My mother is Spanish and Indian. But my hair was the same true matte-black color that we all had. Even though her eyes were closed, I knew exactly what they looked like when they were opened. Coal black, hard, and seemingly detached. They were always tinned with red, blood-shot, while my black eyes pooled with life and feeling. Sometimes though, that was a disadvantage. People read me too easily.

Johnnycake came in about twenty-five minutes later and came into my room.

"Let's lay low at the Curtis' tonight, alright?" He suggested. I nodded. I hated staying in my own house while I slept.

"Te amo hermanita,"

He said softly, opening up my window. (I love you, little sister.)

I smiled. "Yo también te quiero, hermano mayor." (Love you too, older brother.)

I gently slipped out my open bedroom window while Johnny quietly changed his clothes inside of our house. Suddenly, I realized that Daddy had woken up and found Johnny. I could hear Daddy hollering and screaming, and yet I was stuck. Frozen in place. He was yelling with a slurred voice, and I could only pick out certain comprehendible words. I caught one of his favorite words to call us, "Mestizo" more than once. I could hear him telling Johnny and calling him a "piece of crap" and "trash" along with many other unprintable words.

Johnny snapped. "Just leave me alone you bastardo grande con la boca. I'm sick of you! Me and Madilynn are gonna move out of here and-"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and I could hear Johnny screaming for me to run. My feet hit the pavement and I ran as fast as I've ever ran before.

A/N: Thank you to Maddie Loves Books for all of her kind help and support. 3

Word Count: 790 Words

Aufenthalt Gold,

~Alee XxX