a/n: I do not own the outsider, I was only Inspired by the work of S.E. Hinton.My eyes opened and I cursed myself for being awake. It was hard for me to sleep. Especially during the week, so I always counted on being able to catch up on the weekends.

I knew there was no point in laying in bed. Once I was awake there was no chance I was falling back to sleep.

I walked as silently as I could to the light switch and back to my bed, but it always seems like everything was always so much louder when I was trying to be quiet. The last thing I wanted was to wake someone up.

Soda went out late with Steve, I was sure he would sleep until noon if no one bothered him. Pony had, had a rough week. I helped him study several times and I even think Soda pitched in, but he would deny it if you asked him. Darry, of course he always needed sleep. He was always pulling things in his back and shoulders. Sleep would benefit him the most.

He woke up for everything though! Every cry, scream, or bad dream he heard everything. My mom was the same way.

I sat on the ground reading my biology text book until my foot began tingling. It was completely asleep.

I laid on my back and put my foot on the bed wiggling my toes as I turned to the next page. Biology was going to be the death of me. That class was like nails on a chalk board.

As I finished the chapter I noticed that the sky was beginning to brighten. I looked to see if I could see the sun rise, but I couldn't. Pony had a soft spot for sun rises. He mentioned them every once in a while, but only to me.

I was nearly finished studying when I had to change positions to be able to take notes on what I had read.

It's never enough just making us read a chapter you have to make us take notes on it too.

I flipped back and fourth a few times through the pages, but it didn't take long for me to finish and move on to math.

Math was always annoying. Because you can understand the concept in class then get home to do the work, and no longer remember how to do it. Then, you are screwed.

I was better at math than most people would believe. I owe that to my mother. She was a wiz at math. She would help me with my math every day when the boys where playing ball with my dad.

Everything I know I owe to her.

It didn't take all that long for me to finish my math considering the amount we had.

I was just about finished when there was a tap on my door.

"Morning," I responded glancing up from my work, but resumed right after.

"You're up kind of early aren't you?" He asked with his hair shooting out of ten different directions.

"No, it's nearly 8:30." I looked at the clock.

"How long you been up though?" he rubbed his eyes.

"Not long." I bent the truth. He knew I was too. He had a way of knowing things.

"I'm making coffee, I'll call you when It's ready." He explained walking out of the room.

I finshed my math and was well on my way through my history assignment when I heard Darry, "Mary coffee!" He called.

I got up and made my way to the kitchen. I poured a cup and sat on the counter to enjoy it. I needed a break for a few minutes.

"You know I don't like you drinking that often, Mar." he told me not looking up from yesterday's paper.

I didn't respond.

"Use a chair," he instructed still not looking up.

I moved to the chair at the opposite end of the table. I felt like the reason Darry and I didn't have many conflicts was because I left him alone. When he went off on some rant about something, I just kept my mouth shut and got out of the way.

Pony doesn't. He fights back. He doesn't mean too, he's just defending himself, but one thing I learned a long time ago was that in an argument with Darry, you won't win. So, just go ahead and assume you are wrong.

I finished my cup and left for my room to finish my work. I completed my history assignment and started my essay on an english book that I barley read. I skimmed through a few pages as Pony came barging in.

"What's up pal?" I asked softly as he plopped into my bed.

"Everyone's so noisy!" He whined pulling the covers over his head.

"Don't drool on my pillows Mr!" I told him then I left him alone and finished all that I could of my essay. I would be one of the few to even do it so it wasn't like the teacher was going to grade to harshly.

"Morning Mar!" Soda came in her room whistling. Pony sat up threw a pillow at Soda then laid back down.

"What's all that about?" Soda laughed

"I've been trying to sleep but you woke me up when you left the room, then you came back in three times, then I heard the shower, and Darry took a shower! I came back here for peace!" Pony sat back up.

"Well, don't get your panties in a wad!" Soda tease tickling Pony slightly.

"What are you doing today?" He asked.

"I'm working the lunch rush."

"You gotta work?" Soda's tone sounded disappointed.

"Linda's working." I told him.

"Oh, I haven't come by to see her in a while!" Soda laughed. She had such a crush on Soda it was insane.

I smiled as I folded up the last bit of laundry before leaving to change. Soda followed me out of my room.

I came out of the bathroom hair fixed, make up on, and uniform in place.

"Darry, do you want me to drive, or do you need the truck?" I asked walking into the kitchen where he was fiddling with something on the stove.

"When do you get off?" He asked me.

"Three."

"You can drive. Be careful." He threw me the keys.

I was off. I got to work in less than ten minutes. It was an easy drive. The diner wasn't busy yet. There was a down time from when breakfast left before the lunch came.

"She's here!" LInda sang like I had just come home from war. "I have just so much to tell you!"

"You're early," the boss noticed walking by, "Linda, learn from her!"

"So my mom and I really got into it on tuesday," She started telling me a story and continued to tell it as the boss walked over and informed me of what tables I needed to take care of and her handing me a menue. She stopped only when I was walking away to get someones glass and continued to tell it when I was refilling the glass.

"My mom was like you can't just come and go as you want! I was like I'm going to work you can't stop me," Linda then stopped when I walked away to return the drink.

It stayed like that for an other hour or so. Weren't too many orders just little things here and there. I heard a lot of a story from Linda that really had no point.

Business was beginning to pick up a bit and I walked over to wait on a man that came in often.

"Good morning sir, it's good to see you again," I smiled as I walked over to him.

"Well hello Marry, looking as beautiful as ever!" He compliment. He was hands down the nicest man ever.

"How are you doing today?" I asked him. He was one of the few people I asked and actually cared about their response.

"Its been a fine day." He told me

" Well, I'm glad to hear that. Will it be your usual today?," I asked him and waited for his answer.

"You know me too well." he laughed.

I walked back to the kitchen rang the bell and yelled the order. I was pouring his tea as an unexpected unwelcome visitor walked in.

"I believe I heard you say more to that man than you have said to me in my whole life." He sat in a chair at the counter.

"Are you here to order, or just to make my life more complicated." I responded in a hushed tone leaving to return the older man's drink.

"You put all that make up on, wear the short skirt, and put your hair like that I'm sure you get all the tips." He looked at me in a weird way.

If we were at home I would have ignored him and walked away, but my job was a stake her.

"Either order or get the hell out Winston," I put him foot down.

A/N I hope you liked it, I have a plan on where I think this story should go but feed back is always helpful.