All credit goes to the amazing and talented, S.E. Hinton.

Hello lovelies! This is my first shot at fanfictions, so cut me some slack alright? Also, no promises on how often I'll update- I'm sure I'll fall of that wagon just like everyone else seems to :) So my plans for this is are basically just to pick up two years after the book (which I estimated to take place in 1964) and see what the guys do with the rest of their lives, i.e. jobs, marriage, children, etc. If you're looking for a soap opera I'm sorry but you're not gonna find it here. Of course there will be some drama, I'd just like to have one outsiders fanfic without a trip to the hospital every other chapter! No offense to any writers out there, of course. Enjoy! :)

1966. Tulsa, Oklahoma.

Pony's POV

"Watch it, grease." Some smartass soc managed to slip and knock all of my books down, yet again. I didn't even bother retorting this time with anything more than a lazy eye roll; I'd only been dealing with this bull for my entire high school career, it hardly even fazed me anymore. Two-Bit and Steve had finally managed to graduate this past year, so I no longer had my buddies backing me up in the hallways, but I wasn't some skinny little 14 year old kid anymore, and I could handle myself alright.

The most surprising thing about the entire ordeal was when I leaned over to grab my books and saw an extra pair of shoes- mary janes- tapping annoyingly next to my pile of trig papers. Oh great, I thought. Soc boy here brought his girlfriend to back him up. "Mark, that wasn't very nice."

Now THAT was what really caught my attention, and apparently Mark's as well. I glanced up to see the shock on his face quickly transform into irritation. "You should apologize," the owner of the mary janes said simply, and her face showed next to no expression. She didn't seem angry, just matter of fact. I think the shock stopped registering with Mark and he spit out a quick sorry before turning and stumbling away, clearly as confused to what just happened as I was.

"You alright, doll?" She smiled down at me and it must've been nearly the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. I came to my senses and nodded, collecting my things as she bent down to help me, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt and scooping all my things into her arms with ease. "I'm sorry, I know boys can be such jerks sometimes." She continued blabbering, clearly not noticing the obvious confusion on my face.

"Yeah, no kidding," I muttered. "I'm Ponyboy, by the way."

She smiled again, and it was contagious. "I know. I'm Angelica, but nobody ever calls me that. It's just Angie."

Wow, she was pretty. I must've been staring, but again, I don't think she noticed. Her eyes were every color of the rainbow, a deep navy blue on the outer ring, melting into a blue-green, and golden in the center, with green specks floating like lily pads. I don't think she was wearing any makeup, but her cheeks had a natural pink blush. Her hair I couldn't quite describe if I tried; at first glance it was curly and golden, but with a closer look it was more of a wavy strawberry-blonde. I might've zoned out for a minute, but when I came back to planet earth, she was still talking. "…I hope you don't think we're all like that. He's really an okay guy once you get to know him and all."

I quickly caught on and shrugged. "I guess. I oughta get to class, but it was nice talking to you." She grinned.

"I'll see you later then, Ponyboy."

I think I zoned out the rest of the day, whether it was due to lack of sleep or constantly thinking of that pretty soc, I'm not sure. I'd been up late last night doing a book report, so I chose to use that as an excuse not to remember any of my day until I walked home after school.

Soda was working at the DX until 4 and Darry wouldn't be back from dinner, but I knew the house wouldn't be empty when I got home; Two-Bit was plopped in front of our television with a beer in one hand and an entire chocolate cake on his lap, watching Mickey. I rolled my eyes. "Great, now what are we gonna have for breakfast?"

He stuffed more cake in his mouth and mumbled, "I'll leave you a slice, but you can't watch Mickey without a beer and chocolate cake!" At least that's what I think it was- it just sounded like a bunch of gibberish to me. After he swallowed, he cocked an eyebrow and me and grinned mischievously. "What's up with ya Pone, ya look like you're floating on air there! Somebody meet a nice broad or something?"

At that I just shrugged, but I knew he could see my cheeks get hot. "Just a little tired. Maybe I oughta go take a nap or something." I knew that there was my mistake, I don't think I've willingly taken a nap since I was 3, and Two-Bit could easily see my fib.

"What's her name? She hot? She easy? Oooh, she blonde? Atta boy, Pony, I never thought you'd get into girls at this rate! Mhmm, I bet she's got HUGE-" I cut him off by shoving a large chunk of chocolate cake in his face, but he didn't seem to be complaining.

"Her name's Angie, Two-Bit, and she's some weird soc girl is all."

At that he raised his brows, but once he gulped down all the cake he grinned. "Aha, I see what you're doing there, Pone, aim for the moon like I say! Ya know, I never thought I'd say this, but those soc girls, damn." I tried not to listen anymore because I knew now he'd just go on to one of his bull sessions over his girl, Marcia, the first soc any of the gang had managed to catch.

We'd met her and her friend, Cherry Valance, down at the movies nearly two years ago the night I… well, you know, ran away and all. Her and Two-Bit sure were an odd pair, alright, but it always made sense to me. She was a real looker, and almost as sarcastic and witty as Ol' Two-Bit, if that was even possible. It took a little over a year of flirting and bribing before she finally dumped her boyfriend, Randy, but ever since they've been quite the couple. Actually, he was almost as happy now as Steve was.

Steve was never one for serious relationships (him and that broad Evie were on-again off-again for all of high school), but they finally ended it for good a couple months ago when he caught her with one of Shephard's boys at Buck's. Needless to say, that made for a pretty pissed off Steve for a few weeks. Then one day he walked into our living room, just fine. And I don't mean fine like Steve's fine, where he's still bitter and temperamental even if he's perfectly happy, he was really fine!

God, it was weird though.

This girl- Caroline, I think- she's not really… well, his type. Most of the girls Steve gets with are dirty greaser girls who paint their face up real heavy and can't seem to find a well-fitting skirt anywhere. Caroline, though, she was something else. She was small and quiet, not overly sensitive but just a sweet, timid girl. She had dark chestnut hair and warm eyes, and a small smile that wasn't used for much talking. I'd only met her once or twice, but I knew Steve was head over heels for that one- you could see it in his eyes any time she was in the room or her name even came up in conversation.

Sometimes I like to think about getting myself one of those girlfriends one day.

...Well? Please please PLEASE leave reviews, I am clearly very new to this and would love any help offered! :)