Hey everyone, this is my first fanfiction ever! :D I hope you all enjoy it as much as I like writing it!

Disclaimer: The characters and some of the plot line belongs to the book The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton

Year: 1967

Chapter 1

New Beginning

The sun was just rising when the bus pulled into the city of Tulsa, Oklahoma. As Lucie stared into the streets wishing she hadn't run away in the first place. What was she doing in Tulsa? She didn't know, but it was going to have to do because she was running short on cash and she still needed to pay for a room. Her stomach screamed for food, which was foreign to her. Lucie came from a decent, wealthy family back up north. She wasn't used to the city; she was more of a small town New Englander who kept close to her family and small group of friends.

But her parent's expectations had taken it a little too far and when they had told her their plans for her to marry Scott Winchester she did the first thing that had come to mind, she ran. At sixteen years old she was far from ready for marriage, especially to Scott who was one of the council member's sons, who was rich and handsome and absolutely 100 percent full of himself and he kept getting the free ticket out of trouble because of who his family is. Scott had fancied Lucie long before middle school and she couldn't stand his cockiness. Where have all the gallant men gone? She wondered as the bus came to a halting stop. She let out a big huff of air and grabbed her small white suitcase and her white purse and stood up. She tried straightening her floral dress out as much as she could and stuck her chin up in the air.

When the bus pulled away and everyone had left the bus stop with loved ones, she sat on the bench feeling more alone and scared than ever. What do I do now? Lucie asked herself. She must've sat there for an hour or so before she actually grew the nerve to just get up and start walking. First off, there was a strange man with glasses a few sizes to big staring her down and the sound of sirens pierced her ears. She surely was not prepared for this, but it was too late now. She was not marrying Scott Winchester.

"I need a plan," Lucille muttered to herself stepping onto the sidewalk and through the parking lot of a small store. A group of greasers stood around a car, staring her down as if she were dinner. There weren't many greasers in Lucie small town, but she didn't care, people were people in her eyes, something Scott would definitely disagree with. Lucie gave them an awkward smirk and then went in and bought a small premade sandwich from the deli. She sat down at the small counter on its red round cushion seat.

"Hey doll, what can I get you." A small round man in a blue striped shirt asked.

"A coke, please," She smiled kindly.

Should I ask about jobs? Her nerves were high as ever now. The man returned with her soda and she smiled warmly.

"Excuse me sir, would you know of any jobs in the area?"

The man looked at her funny, gave her a quick stare down and then met her eyes. She didn't look like she needed a job. He grumbled and her blood boiled, he was probably one of those old fashion men who thought women should stay in the kitchen. For the most part they did. But Lucille never wanted to be the typical housewife. Any way other than the way her mother lived was fine with her.

"Yeah, Melvin is looking for chicks; it's a Soda Shop not far from here."

Chicks? Really? she smiled despite the old man's attempt to used modern language. He wrote the directions down on the back of her receipt.

"You're not from around here," he stated looking up at her through his gray bushy eyebrows.

"Nope, I'm…" But before Lucy could finish a series of screaming came from outside. Her head jolted to the window, to see two greasers in a massive fight outside. A guy with white blonde hair, whose was not greased back gave the greaser a nice hard hit knocking the dark hair greaser back a few feet. By then Lucie realized that the old man was on the phone with the police.

Oddly, she was amused by the fight. People fought back home but they were mainly discontinued by friends for "reputation" reasons. Nelson Cameron was the troubled one back home, Lucie remembered, no one really spoke to him because of his short temper. She gave him the benefit of the doubt one night and went on a walk with him past curfew and he seemed alright, their walks were cut short when Abigail, the town snitch, caught them. Rumors spread fast and before she knew it she was banned from going to homecoming, until of course Scott had asked her parents' permission to take her. Lucie shook the memory of that dreadful night quick.

When the fight had ended Lucie had left the store. Her golden blonde hair now pulled into a side pony that she had made absent mindedly while watching the fight. The blonde who had been leaning against the side of the building caught up with her. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and then stopped.

"Can I help you?" There was an edge to her voice, like ice, that came rare. But she didn't have her big brother to protect her when she was in trouble anymore, so she needed to stand her ground. The man's icy blue eyes scanned her up and down and heat stretched up her ears and she wanted to smack him.

"In more ways than one," he joked, at least Lucie hoped he was joking.

Lucille was irritated now; her hands were on her hips, before he could say anything she went on one of her embarrassing rants, "Good lord, Chivalry truly is dead...This is not funny, don't dare laugh, you're being a pig." The guy had a huge smirk on his face, a moment stood between them where they were both holding back a short laugh. She noticed that he had a small cut from the fight. When she got herself back together she folded her arms and glared at him. "You're not funny."

"Come on baby." He still had a huge grin on his face.

"This is not the proper way to introduce yourself to a women," Lucille had begun to walk away, he followed.

"I don't do that proper shit."

"Ha, no kidding," Lucille snapped. This was the last thing she needed was to be harassed by some jerk.

"So what, you're just going to walk the streets alone."

"I'd be a little a naïve to think that I'm safe with a guy who can't even hold his tongue, let alone keep it in his pants." Did I just say that? Lucie asked herself. She didn't know if this guy was truly like that, but from his dirty comments she had a feeling that he wasn't far from it.

"Dal!" someone called out, it was a boy about my age, with big dark puppy eyes and a tan face. When he reached us he didn't say much, just kicked the dirt on the sidewalk and looked down. Lucille didn't know what came over but she felt the need to introduce herself and hope for a better conversation than what she was having with this Dal guy.

"Hi, I'm Lucille, but you can call me Lucie though."

"Hi, names Johnny," he muttered softly.

She glanced at Dal, he was everything her parents would hate and she liked that. He seemed tough and that intrigued Lucie more than anything. Her brain told her to walk away and to not speak to either of them, but she wasn't listening to that side of her, she needed to be a little rebellious. To break away from her old habits, away from her parents habits. This was going to be her new beginning and it was going to be a lot risque than her old boring life in New England.

Lucie smiled at the two greasers half-heartedly. "So, do you guys know of any boarding houses in the area?"