Hello everyone, this is Kylelover101 and Shattered Aura, here to tell you we are teaming up and writing a story together. As Shattered Aura as my Beta, we will take this story to amazing lengths and enjoyable heights for you readers/reviewers. So, sit back and enjoy, we don't own The Outsiders.

-Stay Gold, Shattered Aura and Kylelover101

Title: Shattered

By: Kylelover101

Beta'd: Shattered Aura

Thankfully, Mr. And Mrs Curtis Survived the Car Crash.
Still, That Doesn't Make Things Better for the Greasers.

Rating: T

Chapter 1 -Happy Days

The winter of 1965 was still clear of snow but still brought a cool breeze that fluttered the kitchen curtains, this went unnoticed by a woman scurrying about to cook breakfast. Her long blonde hair, scurried with ringlets brushed against her flannel dress. Her bright, dancing brown eyes cowered for a spatula.

She went to turn around and almost bumped into her grinning husband as he held up the spatula she was looking for.

"You scared me, Darrel." She held her chest, but still she smiled.

Darrel Curtis, her husband, softly laughed, wrapping his large arms around her thin waist. He was still a young man, only in his late thirties, but he looked so much younger. Youth certainly ran in the Curtis' genes.

"Sorry, Love. What are you making?" He kissed her temple as she turned to make breakfast, he still held her.

"Pancakes. And I'm seriously reconsidering making any for you, Darrel Curtis, spooking me like that." She laughed.

Darrel felt his stomach growl. "Aw, Stacia, sweet baby doll, torturing me? Why?" He faked a cry.

"Well, maybe just this one time." She smirked, flipping a pancake.

He kissed her cheek and poured himself some coffee. Gently sipping his coffee, Darrel saw his eldest son, whom could pass for his twin, in the reflection of his coffee and smiled. Without turning around he held up an arm as Darry took a swing.

Darrel smirked. "Think you can spar with your old man without him lookin'?"

Darry gulped as Darrel flipped him over his back, sending Darry flying to the couch, landing on Two-Bit who crashed for the night. Two-Bit let out a cry of complete surprise, waking up in a start.

Stacy bit her lip. "I don't like it when you boys do that."

"Aw, it's all fun and games, Stacy. The boys are fine." Darrel smirked.

"Not me!" Two-Bit called, "Get your butt off my face, Darry!"

Darry Curtis looked up at his father, icy-blue eyes meeting with the identical pair. Darrel Sr. smirked, winking at his son before sitting down to read the paper. Stacia Curtis had made four pancakes by the time Sodapop Curtis had woken up, slowly he tip-toed to the plateful of pancakes, reaching for one before Stacy slapped his hand with the wooden spoon.

"Ow!" Soda nursed his hand.

Soda playfully pouted, allowing his large, dark brown eyes to gaze up at his mother, almost apologetic. She smiled at him, brushing his blonde hair. She groaned in disgust seeing he had greased it.

"Warn me next time, Soda." She groaned, washing her hand.

"Sorry, Mama. Hey, is Steve here yet?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Not yet, baby. Get dressed and wake Pony up, will ya?"

Soda nodded, rushing upstairs to wake his little brother who was thrashing around in his bed. Soda quickly made his way to Pony's bed, shaking him awake.

"Pony! Pony, it's okay, it's okay buddy," Soda soothed.

Ponyboy opened his large greenish-gray eyes; his reddish-brown was jumbled in a rat's nests galore. He had a look of pure fear as he tried to catch his breath.

"What happened?" Soda asked with a hint of concern.

"N-nothing, just a bad dream, is all," Ponyboy softly replied.

Soda didn't look convinced, but he let the matter drop. "Well, alright. It's just a dream, Ponyboy. Dreams can't hurt us." Ponyboy nodded, hoping it really was "only a dream". He slowly hopped out of bed, dressed up for the day and followed his older brother in the kitchen.

Stacy smiled seeing all three of her boys, also including Two-Bit, dressed and eating at the table.

"So, what are your plans for today?" Darrel asked his sons.

"I'm playing football."

"What else is new?" Soda laughed, Darry rolled his eyes at him. "I'm partying with Steve, supposed to be a bash down at the lake or something."

Stacy looked unsure about parties; she didn't like the fact that Soda was sixteen still, but went to parties.

"Be safe, Soda," she spoke, then turned smiling at Ponyboy.

"Uh. . . I don't know yet," he said, unsure.

"Well, eat up, Ponyboy. You're looking thin." Stacy turned around to make more pancakes. Ponyboy frowned, slouching in his chair while he angrily jabbed at a piece of pancake. He hated being called "small" or "little" or "thin"; anything that relates to: "small".

"I'm not small; I just...live in a big world." He groaned, eating.

Darrel laughed loudly, clearly amused by his youngest son's retort. "What?"

Ponyboy smiled. "I'm not short, I'm fun size." He missed the playful look of disgust that Two-Bit shot him; the rusty-colored-hair boy had thought dirty, as usual.

Darrel shook his head, smiling back at Ponyboy. "You're something, Ponyboy." He took one last sip of his coffee. "I'm off to work. Darry, you work today?"

Darry nodded; he and Darrel worked together, Darrel full time and Darry part-time.

"Yeah, I'm off at four."

"Well, I'm off at seven." He turned to Stacy, nuzzling her. "Pork chops for dinner?" He smiled, sweetly.

She rolled her eyes. "Maybe."

He kissed her and waved goodbye, picking up his tool box and leaving for work. Darry looked at the clock. "School, c'mon Soda, Two-Bit, let's go."

Soda groaned. "Do I have to? I feel sick," was his excuse to miss school, but of course his mother wouldn't have it.

"Go to school, Sodapop Patrick." Stacy smiled, handing him lunch money. When Soda, Two-Bit and Darry left, she nervously looked over at Ponyboy. He stared at his plate of food, he hadn't eaten much.

"What's wrong, baby?" she asked.

"Nothing," he mumbled. Stacy looked at the clock; Ponyboy didn't have to go to school for another half an hour since he was in eighth grade at Tulsa Middle School and school started later.

"You sure? You're awful quiet." She sat down next to him.

"I'm always quiet, Mama." He smirked.

She nodded; Ponyboy was her most quiet child. "Well, alright. You know you can talk to me if you need to, right?"

Ponyboy nodded. "I know. I'm going to walk to school, Mama." He stood up to grab his bag and Stacy kissed his forehead.

"Mama! I'm not a baby!" He whipped it away.

"You're my baby, Ponyboy, and will always be." She smiled; it was true. Ponyboy smiled back, muttering something that sounded like, "Yeah, yeah," and walked out of the house, heading for school.

After a dreadfully long day at school, Steve Randle and Sodapop sat outside in the back yard where the Buick Mr. Curtis owned sat next to the garage. They were working on it, since they knew everything about cars and Sodapop's father "kind of" took that as an advantage. Of course, the two teens didn't mind the work; they cherished it.

"Well, there's oil in the gauge and all we need to do now is fix the breaks," Steve said.

"We'll put them on after dinner." Soda smirked. "Mom's making pork chops, let's eat!" They rushed inside.

The table was bustling with enjoyment and stories of the day were told.

"And then he fell face forward-"

"I've never seen anything like it-"

"I mean, it was pretty wild, but I would've done better-"

Darrel stood up, "Boys; Pony, Soda, Darry. I need to tell you three something." The trio looked up at their father.

"I'm taking your mother out for a drive tonight, we should be back soon thought." Darrel spoke.

"I got this, Dad. Leave the cash on the table." Darry smirked.

Darrel Sr. laughed. "Ha, you're funny."

Stacy kissed Ponyboy on the forehead goodnight, ignoring the laughs from Soda and (mainly) Steve.

"We'll be back soon, boys." With that, Darrel and Stacy Curtis left the house.

Yay! First chapter done and Beta'd Please leave a review if you think we should continue, Stay Gold everyone! :)

-Shattered Aura

-Kylelover101