Hey everyone. This is my first fanfic. I'm just trying it. I'm writing this story in a notebook, but I'm putting it on here to see what everyone thinks. Please R&R. I need feedback. I don't know what else to put, but Flames welcomed. I need to know how I am as a writer. Please review.

I DO NOT OWN "THE OUTSIDERS"

"Greasers!" some socs in a red convertible screamed, but kept driving. I rolled my eyes and looked over at Soda, who looked as annoyed as me. Soda, Steve, and I have been my best friends since the eighth grade. My name is Chelsea Bryant. I'm sixteen years old (My birthday just passed). I have shoulder length red hair with some natural blonde highlights. I am 5'6". I'm considered a greaser girl, even if I don't look like one. I don't look like a soc either. I look more middle class, not even. I don't wear very tight, reveling clothing. I also don't wear too much make-up. Soda looked over at me and smiled. I love that smile! I've had a crush on Sodapop Curtis since the beginning of ninth grade. He's gorgeous! I looked back to him. "I'm so sick of them!" I said, through gritted teeth. "Calm down, Chels. They're not gonna stop anytime soon, and you know that." Soda replied. "I know, I just wish they would." I sighed. "I know Chelchel." He replied. I hate that nickname! Steve and Soda made that up when we first met just to make me mad. When they first said it, I laughed. It sounded pretty funny. Now they think it doesn't bother me at all! I only hate when Steve says it. I secretly love it when Soda does. We walked the rest of the way to his house in silence. I spend a lot of time at his house. I don't like my house at all. My mother died when I was ten, and my dad's been a drunk since. He isn't abusive, but he pays no attention to me, or my nineteen-year-old brother, who's now at collage. He's the only person in my family who really cares about me. When we entered the house we saw Ponyboy reading, and Two-Bit watching Mickey mouse. Steve was eating cake, and Darry was doing something with bills. As I looked at the gang I remembered Dally and Johnny. I miss them so much since they died, since the fire, the rumble, and the police who shot Dally on that street corner. We walked to the couch ad then Soda and Steve started a poker game. I watched them, interested in how they got away with cheating so much. How can't they see the cards up the others sleeve? I smiled when Soda finally figured out Steve's tricks and tackled him to the ground, starting a playful wrestling match. "Settle down!" Darry yelled. "Fine, fun ruiner." Soda murmured after a few minutes. I smiled again. They got off the floor. I looked over at Ponyboy and wondered how he could concentrate on a book for so long. I go to school, and all. I'm a junior in high school with passing grades. I just don't like reading. I heard the door open, and saw Heather walk in. She's been my friend for a little over a year. She and Pony have been going out for about four months. They're so cute together! They both get a little nervous around each other, but they like each other a lot. I'm not sure if they love each other yet. They're both turning fifteen soon. "Hey, Heather!" she got from the gang. Pony finally put his book down, and got up to hug Heather. "Hey honey!" Pony greeted. "Hey!" Heather said with a smile. Sod and I smiled too. I thought of Heather as a little sister, and Pony is Soda's little brother. We like seeing them happy. "Whatcha wanna do?" Pony asked her. "I don't know. I have a lot of homework." She said, looking at her backpack she has put onto the ground. "Me too. Let's finish the homework, then we'll find something else to do." Pony suggested. "Kay." Heather replied, and grabbed all her books. They went into Pony's room because it was quiet, but Darry made them keep the door open. As soon as they were out of the room Soda said, "Aw, look how cute!" in a mock voice. I laughed, "You are so weird!". "That's why you love me!" he replied in a happy, overjoyed voice. I blushed, "Yeah. Sure, Soda." I said and he smiled. I smiled back. "Pony?" Darry yelled, "Everything okay?". "Yeah Dar, fine." Pony yelled back, almost automatically. "Geez Dar! Leave them alone. They ain't doin nothing." Soda said, annoyed. "Shut-up, Sodapop." Darry said back in the same annoyed voice. "Whatever. Let's go somewhere, Chels." Soda replied. "Okay." I said, following him out the door. "I wish Darry would leave them alone. They barley go near each other. Plus, Dally's just jealous he doesn't have a girlfriend and everyone else does." Soda said with a grumpy voice. "Soda, calm down! You don't have a girlfriend either, so don't talk about Darry." I said, maybe a bit to harsh. "Well, me and you. We're…Ya know." He said, nervously. "We're what?" I asked. "Close." He answered. "Doesn't mean we're dating." I said and wished so much that we really were dating. "Well yeah, but it would be weird if we went out. I mean, you've been my best friend for almost four years. If we did go out our friendship might get ruined, and I would hate that, Chelchel. We're so close though, I know almost everything about you!" He said like he knew everything in the world. "You don't know everything Soda." I said. "Come on Chels. Favorite color, Blue. Food chick and chocolate cake. Music, Rock- Elvis. Birthday, January 17th. Favorite holiday Christmas. Cartoon, Mickey. Shampoo, Cherry. Season, Winter and summer. See Chels? I know so much about you." He said. I smiled. Yeah, sure. He knew tons about me, but he didn't know that I liked him. He didn't know how much I cared about him, or how much I wished I was with him twenty-four hours a day. br br br

Okay, that's it for now. Please R&R. Since it's new, and my first fanfic…I just want to know how it was before I continue. Alright. Thanks. D