AN: Yay! A sequel! If you haven't guessed this is the sequel to my fanfic "We're in the Outsiders!?" If you haven't read it I HIGHLY suggest that you read it BEFORE reading this!

Stay gold and enjoy!

~Moniqua

Two years later . . . .

Dear Arizona,

I hate to be blunt but . . . . prepare to see me again.

Love,

Tiffany

I set the note down with a sigh. So incredibly short, but it told me so much. We were in History and I had just finished my test on the Civil War. I tap my french manicure against the desk.

"Arizona!" Ms. Orleaf calls sharply. She shoots me a glare. I suspend my nails above the desk and wave sassily at her. The bell rings. I rush to get my stuff when:

"Arizona, come here please." Ms. Orleaf orders.

I walk to her desk. "Yes?"

"I've been your teacher for the past year, and have seen you for the past two years. I couldn't help notice your nails." She starts. "A French manicure? I remember when you got suspended for fighting, and how you dressed. I've seen a change in you. And I'm proud."

I'm so CONFUSED! Ms. Orleaf has sided with the Socs . . . is she saying I'm different from how I used to be? "Thank you?" I stammer and walk out. School's over for now and I rush to my car. I nearly tear the ignition and press the pedal to the floor.

Instead of going straight home, I go to the lot. I light a cigarette and get out of my car to sit on the hood. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. What did Ms. Orleaf mean? Does she mean I stopped being a grease? No. Or have I? I open my eyes and scan my outfit. I'm wearing my normal attire: Leather jacket, pink top, and skirt. Wait, skirt!? Oh, Marie made me wear it. I crawl off the hood and start my car, realization dawning on me.

"Hey guys," I say, walking into the Curtis house.

"Hi Dr. Pepper." Two-Bit greets.

"Where's Piper?" I ask.

"At home with her father." Emily replies. I nod as I sit next to Pony.

"How was your day?" he asks.

"Terrible." I groan. " thinks I've gone Soc."

"You kinda have." Dally says.

"What!?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Have you seen yourself lately?" Dally asks.

"You've been acting different. And dressing different too." Emily points out. "The skirt getup? I never knew you to love skirts!"

"She's gotta point." Two-Bit says.

"Really?" I exclaim, jumping up. "Fine! If you think that I'm turning Soc then - then - I guess I might as well be one!" I stomp out the door.

Home wasn't any better. Chevy and Marie were at it again. . .

"FINE!" Chevy yells. "I'm getting out of this house! I'm leaving! AND I'm going to California whether you like it or not!"

"OKAY!" Marie yells back. "If you die in good old California, don't call me!"

"FINE!" Chevy screams at her before slamming the door.

I stare at my bedroom door. I get up slowly and grab a lighter from my dresser. Marie says never to light a fire in the fireplace unless it's an emergency. And this is a heck of a big one. In a few minutes, a roaring fire is lit and I throw all my skirts that I HATE in there and watch them burn.

The next day at school is really awkward. And weird. I avoid all the greasers present at the 'incident' the day before and am just alone. After school, I stop by the DX.

"New car?" Soda teases as I drive up.

I get out of my mustang. "No. You've seen it." I sit on one of the chairs in the garage. "Hi Steve. How's Evie and Vicky?"

"They're cool." Steve replies from under a car.

"Where's Chevy?" Soda asks.

I close my eyes and suck in a breath. "They're . . . she's gone." Soda's face falls. "She wanted to go to California and try her luck in Hollywood. Marie wouldn't let her, so they argued about it last night and she ran off."

"So that's it?" Soda asks. "She's gone?"

"Yeah." I reply softly. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

"Yeah." Soda says.

"What happened?" Steve asks, poking his head out from under the car.

"Chevy left to Hollywood." I tell him.

"That's twice!" he exclaims. "Gee Soda. Looks like good looks bring bad luck in love."

"Twice?" I ask. "Who else-" Then I remember Sandy. "Ohh. Yep."

"So what happened to you and Pony?" Soda asks.

I sigh. "Well, um, nothing happened. It's just Two-Bit, Dally, and Emily think I've gone Soc, so I'm kinda avoiding them."

"Did Dal forget that he married a Soc?" Steve asks.

"I don't think so." I say. "But-" The DX phone rings.

"Hello?" Soda picks up. "Um, yeah she's here. It's for you." he hands me the phone.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Arizona! You have to come home immediately! I have the owner of a recording company here and he wants to hear you!"

"Okay, Marie. I'll be there." I reply and hand the phone to Soda. "Gotta go."

"Good luck." he replies before I go to my car.

"Marie?" I call as I walk in.

"Ari! There you are!" she cries as she spots me. "This is Charles Darksme, owner of the America Forever record label. Mr, Darksme, my niece, Arizona Carina."

I shake the hand of the man, who has quite the resemblance to Frank Kennedy in Gone with the Wind.

"I hear highly of you from your Aunt." he says.

I smile graciously.

"Play your song Plaid and Leather!" Marie suggests.

I nod and pull out my guitar. and Marie sit on the couch as I play. I sing the familiar tune and notice Mr. Darksme writing things down. They applaud as I finish.

"Now, I hear that you sing opera." Mr. Darksme says.

"Yes. I do." I reply. Marie plays a few notes from the piano.

"Would you care to demonstrate?" he asks.

I nod, and sing along to the piano, which is playing Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again.

Mr. Darksme hands Marie a card. "I suggest you fly to New York as soon a possible." Marie practically beams with pride. He pinches my cheek. "We shall make you famous."

From no one's POV

"Has anyone seen Arizona?" Pony asks as he approaches the DX where the rest of the gang is.

"No." Soda says. "Not since last week Friday."

"I found this note at her house." Emily says, waving the note away from Piper.

"Where's Aunite Ari?" Piper asks childishly.

"We don't know sweetie." Emily tells her daughter.

"Let me see that," Pony opens the envelope and scans it. The gang watches in anticipation watching as his grey-green eyes widen.

"Read it aloud." Cherry asks.

"You read it." Pony hands it to her.

"Okay." Cherry clears her throat.

"To all my friends,

I know that if you ever find this letter, that I've already left. You see, on Friday the owner of 'America Forever' came to my house, invited by Marie. He heard my voice and invited us to New York. So I'm leaving on Sunday. I don't know when I'll be back . . . but I'm just saying good-bye until we meet again. Tulsa will always be home, and I'll always be a Greaser. I'm just praying that if I find fame, that it changes me not. However I have some things to say to each of you . . .

To Dally and Cherry: I have to admit, that I've always wanted you two to be together ever since that day in the Nightly Double. Take care of each other. You don't know how valuable the other is . . . and what could've happened if fate wasn't set the way it was.

To Johnny and Emily: Emily and Johnny, you're great parents. I know that you'll give little Piper the love and care you never got as kids.

To Darry, Ivy and Two-Bit: Two-Bit, don't ever lose that sense of humor. There are lots of people who need it. Darry and Ivy, good luck with the new baby! I'll really regret that I wasn't there.

To Steve, Evie: Keep loving each other. Protect Victoria. Don't let her go through what we all had to go through. Trust me, this world is screwed up.

To Piper and Victoria: I want you both to know that you have wonderful parents and I hope that you never have to experience the conflict the rest of us had to go through.

To Soda: I know you're still heartbroken over Chevy. She'll be back. Famous perhaps. But she lost one the most valuable things in her life. You. In the meantime, don't worry and stress so much.

To Ponyboy: Read the contents of the letter addressed to you. You will find it in a separate envelope accompanied by this.

I'll never forget you all. I swear on it with my life.

Love,

Arizona Christine Carina