A/N: Okay, I suck at titles and summaries. I know. But my stories are pretty good, right? I don't think I've ever seen this angle before. If you read, please review. It just drives me completely nuts when somebody adds my story to story alert and doesn't review (Although I am glad that they did add it in the first place). What? You want to read the story already? Okay, okay, get off my back . Here ya go!

Ponyboy P.O.V.

Johnny, Dally, Two-Bit and I had walked over to the nightly double. It was a weekend, and we planned on watching all four movies without falling asleep. Dally and Two-Bit had talked Darry into letting me stay out late. I swear, Two-Bit didn't need schooling. He could probably smooth-talk his way into being the C.E.O. of some big company if he wanted to. Which he didn't, of course.

By the end of the third movie, I was starting to get kinda drowsy. Dally must have noticed, for he solved the problem by dropping the ice cubes from his Coke down the back of my shirt. Needless to say, that woke me up.

Middle of the last movie, it started to pour rain. Dallas just shrugged, and the other two ignored it, so I did too. But then I heard a crack of thunder and saw the flash.

"Guys...," I said, "We probably shouldn't be right in front of..."

I didn't get to finish because a sudden strong gust of wind blew the projection screen forward and it fell on top of the four of us. I heard an electrical sound, and felt a charge pulse through me. Then I must have passed out.

I vaguely remember finally waking up and stumbling home into bed. Darry had been passed out on the floor, but I had felt too tired to wake him.

Darry P.O.V.

I was washing dishes late at night, thinking about Ponyboy and Sodapop. Could four movies or six cars possibly take that long? I was starting to have my doubts.

Oh, stop it, I told myself, Pony is with Dally and Two-Bit and Johnny. He'll be fine.

Then I noticed the rain spattered on the window in front of me. I sighed and slid the glass closed. Soda's fine, I assured myself, He's dry, in the garage at the DX, with Steve, working overtime. He's okay.

I was so preoccupied I didn't notice that bolt of lightning until it came through the window, saw the electricity play in the water for a split second, and surge up both of my arms. My eyes opened wide and I felt myself hit the floor.

Sodapop P.O.V

"Done." I sighed.

"Finally." Steve added.

The Socs had brought in six of their cars to be fixed, and I was going to be having myself a word with Curly Shepard tomorrow. But right now, I was wiped out and just wanted to go home and sleep.

I leaned against the telephone pole outside of the garage while Steve locked it up. When he was done, he came over.

"When I get my hands on that kid..."

I grinned and rolled my eyes.

"Yes, I know, he'll be sorry he ever had a face, you'll mess it up so bad." I finished, having heard this many times before.

Then, it quite suddenly started pouring rain, as if someone in the sky had overturned an enormous bucket of water over Tulsa. We went to go get in Steve's car, but didn't get far before lightning struck the telephone pole. Steve, who had still been leaning against the wood, collapsed. I grabbed his hand and felt an enormous jolt, and slid down into a dark oblivion.

A/N: So? Any good? I wanted to type up the second chapter immediately but my little brother is bugging me. He wants to finish watching The Outsiders before he goes to bed. After he does, I will try my best to get it typed and on the site. Please review! Flames will be accepted, but only if they are well-written, specific, and helpful. If you hate my writing, I want to know why and what you think I can do to make it better. If you don't know, then just shut it.

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