Gawd...this is my first Outsiders fanfic...hope you like it! I'm very skeptical of my own writing, so i would really appricieate any and all comments, good or bad, i don't care. Oh yeah, S.E. Hinton is the genius behind this story, not mua. I do however own Grace...

Grace's POV

I stared at him from across the room for hours, occasionally twisting my hair around my finger, or biting my lip to keep myself from screaming. I'd seen pretty boys before, but he blew them out of the water, into outer space, and spiraling into the galaxies beyond.

He had light brown hair that was greased back, and slowly fading into a kind of wheat blond; no doubt the affects of the rapidly approaching summer. His dark brown eyes were full of laughter and happiness, but also I noticed, deep and profound pain that he was doing well to hide.

His clothes, a red plaid button down shirt with the arms rolled up, and a faded pair of jeans told me that he didn't focus much on his looks; something I definitely would have done if I looked like him. He was leaning casually with his elbow on his friends shoulder and laughing at some girl's attempts to impress him. Man that smile was contagious. He looked like a movie star, or a Greek god, sent to earth to tease any and all women who looked at him.

My eyes were just making their way to his friend, (Who looked oddly familiar.) when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I withdrew my hungry gaze and turned to face my friend Laura Davies who was holding out a bottle of coke in a shaky hand.

She was always shaking about something, tonight I think it was the group of greasy girls flirting with her ex; that usually pissed her off.

"Thank you my dear." I said, grabbing the coke from her hand and taking a grateful swig. She was watching my eyes as they darted back to the cutie in the corner and she rested her head on my shoulder in an attempt to see him.

"Whatcha been doin?" She drawled slowly, stinking of cigarette smoke. I gagged and waved my hand in front of her mouth before answering with watery eyes,

"Feasting." My gaze darted back to him and I let out an exasperated sigh as yet another girl made a pass at him. Laura cocked an eyebrow, reminding me eerily of Two-Bit Mathews, the loud and obnoxious kid in my second period science class.

"Who are we feasting on tonight?" She asked and tilted her head like a puppy. I smirked and pointed.

"Tall dark and handsome in the corner next to the poker table." She let out a small giggle and shook her head.

"Which one?" I looked around; I guess there were a lot of handsome guys out that night, the perfect place to be single.

"The tallest one with the red shirt." I watched as she searched for him, and once she found him; laughed when here eyes bugged out.

"He's a greaser!" She said excitedly. I looked her up and down, from her bleached blonde and slightly trashy hair, jeans jacket and tight black tee shirt to her ripped up jeans and chuck tailors and snorted.

"So are you." Her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a defeated sigh.

"Yeah, we both are, but don't you usually go for a more…soccy partner for the evening?"

"For him," I said and turned my eyes back to his gorgeous smile. "I think I can make an exception." Laura nodded in agreement and rested her hand on her hip.

"He has got to be the prettiest thing on two legs." She giggled and patted my shoulder. "Good choice."

"Mmmm." I mumbled, too busy with drooling to put any thought into a real answer. I bit my lip as he laughed again, flashing those gorgeous teeth of his. My eyes made their way down to his perfectly formed lower half, and when I looked back at his smile, my stomach filled with butterflies. He was looking right at me.

"He saw me!" I gasped frantically and turned to Laura who was still admiring him. She laughed.

"And…" I glanced quickly back at him to see if maybe he hadn't been looking at me but something prettier behind me, but I realized with terror that he was heading straight towards us with his friend close in toe, his friend really did look familiar.

"Oh my god he's coming over." I said close to hysterics. "Get outta here." She opened her mouth and, trying to act offended said,

"There's two of em!"

"Yeah and they're both for me. Beat it." I ordered and jolted my head to the side for emphasis. She gave a resigned sigh.

"Fine, I'll just go find something to eat and make myself even fatter." She called over her shoulder as she rounded a corner.

"You're not fat!" I screamed after her, and turned to face the two boys that were now standing in front of me.

Okay, there it was! I'm hoping you all realized that the cutie in the corner is Soda, if you didn't, please don't take offense but you are really not that smart.

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