Hello, Hello my loves! So I don't usually do Outsider Fics but I'm really into it lately so you'll be seeing a lot. Please, no flames- on this one at least since it's my first Outsiders story. But helpful criticism is accepted always. Also as a starter to kick of my Outsider stories I've made this one open. Which means that I allowed people to submit OC's to this story and I'd put them in. I thought it'd be a fun idea. If you enjoy this story and want to be in a future fiction of mine let me know. Thanks so much guys! Also the first few chapters will be in first person point of views, and each chapter will be dedicated to one character to introduce them into the story. After that is done I will do the rest of the story in third person point of view. So that way each chapter I will still have a specific point of view for that chapter but I won't be saying "I did such and such" it will be more like "She/he didn't understand this and that" so that way you will still see their thoughts and perspectives. God…sorry I guess I didn't need to tell you all that haha! :D ALSO FYI I CHANGED MY OC'S FIRST NAME FROM ANNA TO HOLLY:) Oh and each chapter will have a title of a song that describes their personality a bit haha oh and after this long Authors note I OWN NOTHING. I guess ill start with my Oc:) OH ONE MORE THING IF YOU HAVE ANY SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR OC PLEASE TELL ME SORRY FOR THE LONG AUTHORS NOTE :)

I don't give a damn 'Bout my reputation

I've never been afraid of any deviation An' I don't really care If ya think I'm strange

I ain't gonna change An' I'm never gonna care 'Bout my bad reputation

Holly POV

I hate the rain. Well, that's not really true, but it was at the moment. I actually loved the rain. Just not when it's subtly dripping onto my forehead as I lie ( is that correct 0_o) in bed staring up at the ceiling.

Glory, it'd been over two hours since Two-Bit was supposed to be here, and though I'd never tell him the lightning was beginning to scare me something fierce. I wasn't easily scared which is why this amused me so much. I looked forward to storms but at the same time they terrified me. I guess I'm just weird like that.

I finally sat up once the subtle dripping had begun to pool on my glasses making it blurry to see. My bed creaked in protest as I stood up pushing a tin bucket underneath one of the many leaks in the roof. I can't believe Two-Bits isn't here yet, seemed to be the only coherent thought running through my mind.

I walked to the window, the floor boards creaking loudly under the weight of my bare feet. It was a miracle they hadn't broken yet and sent me crashing to the lower floor beneath my room. My house was three stories tall, and most would consider this a gift from heaven being a greaser and all but it sure wasn't that great.

The house was originally an egg she white with red borderings around the windows- doors and all. I assume that was long before we moved here though. Not to mention the rotting floor boards that always seemed to want and fall from beneath you. They used to scare me real awful but I eventually came to grips with the fact that I wasn't going to die. It just seemed funny to me now, really.

My room was rather bare for a girl actually, having just a bed shoved up against the wall, a small closet, a chair in the corner, and a book shelf holding on for dear life to the wall. My walls had a few posters of bands that I enjoyed, most of them coming from Two-Bit's skilled hands.

Not as much as I used to though, seeing as most of them were soaked within days of getting them due to the gaps in the wooden walls exposing them to the rain.

Now I ain't one of those Mary-Sue girls, who are always complaining about just how horrible their lives are, nope not me. My family and I dig alright I guess but not too well. My father doesn't like me much seeing as I've never met him but honestly I don't care.

It's kinda nice seeing as I have three little triplet brothers. Moms always digging her grave over them if ya know what I mean with all the attention they get, and truthfully it used to bother me. Not any more of course. Seeing as I don't have a father and my mom's always worrying about the little wankers I can get away with just about anything.

Clearly she'd care if I ever got into any real trouble, but I never do. All I mean is I can go when I want and stay out as long as I want and she don't mind. I guess she just doesn't have the energy.

I can speak real good too, believe it or not. Ya, hard to believe but I never bother with all that grammar stuff anyways when I'm just thinking. I always do when I'm talking even with other greasers, though I do suppose I slip up every now and then- but can you blame me? I just don't bother with my thoughts seeing how it's just me and for once I don't have to live up to anyone's standers.

What I'm really saying is I don't mind my life. Sure it could be better I guess and often times I do wonder what it'd be like to have a stable life, but honestly I don't care. I'm happy with what I got- and who I got and nothing anyone says is going to change that.

Our house may not be too nice but we're not dead pour either, really. My Buddy Holly glasses that sit upon my nose right now are proof enough of that anyways. Not many people know I have them though, 'cept maybe Two-Bits. Well, I'm sure he knows as he's seen me wear them a few times. But I don't know if he's noticed or he'd probably have made a wise ass comment by now.

Maybe he hasn't because he's afraid I'd rough him up. Or possibly it'd hurt my feelings or something like that. As unlikely as the second one is he'd have a higher chance of me responding like that then acting stupid enough to challenge him.

I'd only done that once though- a few years ago to be exact and that's how we became best friends. Sure it sounds cliché but as I've told you many times before, I don't care. He was being just regular old Two-Bits I guess making some wise comment about my shoes. There was nothing wrong with them anyways- just a roughed up pair of converse but that greaser will find anything amusing.

Even the fact that I'd quickly responded by bashing his side burns. Recalling the look of shock on his face makes me laugh every time, and just thinking about it makes me smile. We loved each other equally as friends I suppose (though neither of us would ever admit we "loved" each other) but we never really mingled with the others friends before.

Not that I had any to mingle with. I have some friends sure but not enough that I'm constantly busy with all that girl drama. My wardrobe consisted of what I'm currently wearing now. Which means I like black, black and red that is. I loved wearing jeans and a tee shirt mostly. You could never get me out of my leather jacket and converse either.

It's truly a surprise those damn shoes haven't fallen apart yet. I also love dresses. Ya, I know it's not really me at all but hey I am a girl right? That doesn't mean I'd like to wear them whenever seeing at most of my times is spent getting dirty, but I do like to feel pretty just as much as the next girl. I only own one dress- and even if I could ever be caught dead in it seeing at I spend most of my time with two-Bits, I wouldn't wear it anyways.

It was clearly too small for me only reaching to about my knees- but it was also tattered and ripped in several places, not to mention the sheet of dust covering it. I guess that's my fault seeing as I keep it in a box under my bed.

I would never risk Two-Bits or anyone for that matter discovering that I actually owned a dress. I guess you're sick and tired of hearing about me so I'll move on.

Damn Two-Bits was taking forever that little sod. I stuck my head out the window getting drenched with rain almost immediately. My jet black hair usually reached about half way down my back but it sure seemed longer when it was wet.

Not even the rain could curl my stick straight hair though. I wiped my bangs out of my eyes-them being plastered to my face, as I pulled my head back in yanking them off and shoving them into my box of things under my bed.

I could see without them it's not like I'm blind or anything they just help I guess. Damn, Two-Bits now I'm cold and wet! I grudgingly fell back onto my bed curling up into a ball under my warm blankets as I began to drift off. If he wasn't going to show up, then I wasn't going to waste my time waiting for him.

Wet. That seemed to be the only intelligent thought I could think up as I sat up screaming and gasping for air. It took me a minute to realize what was going on, and when I did I was sure I wanted to. Two-Bit's sat crouched over me his face inches from mine and reeking of beer as he cackled a laugh in my face.

I blinked a few times flinching away from his disgusting breath, before noticing the empty tin bucket I had used to catch a leak fisted in his hands. "Did you seriously just dump water on me?" I asked glaring as I spat the rain water from my mouth in a hiss. I guess I should be pissed, but after all it was Two-Bits and who could stay mad at him?

"Ya, you were sleeping." He said with a grin, shrugging lightly as if it were nothing. "So you dumped water on me?! Go to hell Keith." I laughed my anger subsiding into a playful banter.

The one thing I wasn't expecting though was to hear at least five other chuckles apart from Keith's. Noticing five other greasers in my room I looked at Two-Bit eyebrow cocked, and ready for an explanation. "These are my friends….the guys." He grinned.

I nodded slowly. "They're in my room because?" I prompted finding it amusing that we were talking about them as if they weren't here. "We were hanging out." He shrugged once again, as I sat up running my hands through my wet bangs in attempt at making it slightly more decent.

He nodded standing up, as he climbed off my bed lighting a fag. (Sorry English term for cigarette :P) He briskly shoved his lighter back into his pocket before jutting his thumb at a gorgeous greaser with lightly sandy brown hair. "This is SodaPop Curtis." He popped the P the cancer stick hanging loosely from his parted lips, and for just a moment I was worried he'd drop it accidently and burn down the whole house.

"Sodapop, Gage." He nodded back at me as an introduction. I wasn't really named Gage, it was just a nickname I seemed to pick up- referring to the car part. I loved cars and when I was eleven one of my mom's boyfriends taught me how to fix an engine and ever since I've been in love with cars. He grinned waving slightly. "Nice to me you" he offered.

"You too." I grinned, sitting upright in my bed and crossed my legs. "That's PonyBoy." Two-Bits continued after we finished our formalities. I regarded the younger, dreamy boy warmly. He wasn't as cute as Soda but still awfully attractive. "They're brothers." He added, and I immediately noticed the similarities.

"They have another brother to. His names Darry but he's at work." I nodded in reply, Pony's soft smile making me grin naturally in response. I glanced over to the next greaser, a tall one with dark brown hair and piercing eyes. God was he handsome, I noted to myself. (Yes I know in the book he's a blonde but I just really like what he looks like in the movie, sorry please don't kill me!)

Stepping forward, smoking as well- he spoke for himself. "And I'm Dallas, Dallas Winston. But everyone calls me Dally," He smirked, clearly full of himself. He must think he's really all that. I tried not to roll my eyes as I grinned. "Cool" I simply replied, averting my gaze to the boy beside him.

The kid couldn't be any older then Pony was my first thought. He seemed to be shadowing this Dallas guy, his big brown eyes barely visible beneath his long bangs as he regarded me hesitantly. I couldn't help but noticed the scar that marred his tanned skin, as I frowned. I smiled reassuringly as Dally, surprisingly introduced him as Johnny Cade.

"Hey Johnny" I grinned, as he seemed to relax a bit. "Hey Gage." He said softly smiling ever so gently, and I had to restrain myself from literally awing at his adorableness. "My real names Holly, Two-Bits just calls me that because I love cars." I smirked, telling them all though it was mostly directed at Johnny.

That seemed to catch the interest of the last guy who was leaning against my window. Come to think of it that's probably how they all got in. Two-Bits always goes that way anyway. Don't know what he has against coming through the front door.

"This is Steve. Steve Randle." Two-Bit's said finally, as I eyed him. His appearance was rather odd though. While most of the boys hair were damp from the rain he still managed to keep his in intricate swirls greased back over his head. He was also not wearing a shirt. Well, unless you counted an unbuttoned DX shirt as "wearing" a shirt. Damn, these greasers were all so good looking.

I couldn't help but admire his muscular frame before I heard him clear his throat. "My eyes are up here broad." He smirked at me with his dark eyes, and I- yes me actually blushed as I looked up.

Two-Bit shot him a dirty look before falling onto the bed beside me. "hmm maybe if you wore a shirt I could focus." I snapped back with a glare, before realizing that it was more of a bash on myself.

"Steve? Where a shirt?" I looked over at Soda who was cracking up. "That'd be the day." He grinned lazily. I laughed gently in reply. I liked these guys. Well not really this Steve guy but I could learn to live with it.

"Are we gonna go? I really don't want to hang around here Kiethy." I teasingly asked him. "Why not? It such a nice place." I glared over at Steve as he spoke, sarcasm dripping into his voice. I ignored him as Two-Bit stood up. "ya lets go" he said overly cheerful as usual- as he started to climb out the window.

"we have a door you know." I smirked. "What's the fun in that?" he said cockily over his shoulder. I rolled my eyes laughing. Today was going to be interesting.

SOoooooo…. How was it? I know the grammar was horrible, and the thoughts were short and snappy without a lot of detail but that's exactly what I was going for, for her characters point of view. Lol:) don't worry I only used that type of writing for her character as everyone will be different. But as I said my first outsider fic so please be decent. :) thanks everyone!