Summary: Riley "Moneybags" Sinfeld has known the gang since she was born. Her terrible home-life has made her a shell of the person she once was. Could this no good hood (that rhymes) affect the outcome of this storybook ending. Well, I guess your just going to have to read and find out. Rated M so I don't get reported. REVIEW! OR I WILL KICK PONYBOY IN THE FACE!!!! MUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!

Ponyboy-…Oh, God…

Me- Say the disclaimer.

Ponyboy- Ok. Emogurl12345 doesn't own the Outsiders book and/or Movie. Thank god.

Me- Whats was that?

Ponyboy- *Gulp* nothin'.

Me- That's what I thought. Ok andddd….ACTION!

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Leaning up against one of the run-down houses in the neighborhood, I breathed in deeply. I took a swig of my coke before smashing the bottle again the side of the house.

I looked up at the sky, watching as the sun drifted higher into the sky.

I turned as I hear loud footsteps racing towards me. I could see the figure of Johnny heading towards me.

I sighed, pushing myself from the wall, looking at him curiously. What's he doin' here?

Stopping in front of me, he panted, trying to regain his breath.

Blinking I put my hand on his head.

"Whats got you runnin', Johnnycake?" I asked, trying to keep my voice emotionless.

He looked up at me after finally managing to catch his breath.

He looked down at his feet again.

"Nothin' much. You said I should never walk alone and if I did I was supposed to come find you." He replied, quietly.

I let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Good. I thought somethin' was wrong."

He shook his head. Walking to stand next to him, I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. I couldn't help but look down at him as he stared at the ground. He really did look like a lost puppy who's been neglected one too many times…or ten too many times.

His dark hair, dark eyes, and tan skin all but added to the effect.

I, myself wasn't much of a looker myself. I had unruly, dark brown hair that reached my shoulder blades that I never seemed to tame. It was constantly everywhere, even when I brushed through it for an hour.

My eyes were my favorite feature on my body. They were this really light blue/silver. They sparkled brightly and I swear you could see them clearly even if there weren't any lights on.

I was pale, but not overly so and I was pretty tall, about two inches taller than Ponyboy, which made me around 5' 8" or 5'9". Heh, I just realized you probably have no idea who Ponyboy is. Or the rest of the gang for that matter.

Currently, we are in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I'm a Greaser, or as Socs, which is short for Socials who are the rich kids, would say, Low-class white trash. Greasers usually have a tough life. Working too many jobs tryin' to make ends meet so they could put food on the table.

The Socs live are easy. They wear madras or sweater-vests, with khakis or flood pants. They think they're better than us just because they have money, which they love to flaunt by driving around in expensive Mustangs.

The 'gang' I'm in isn't really a gang, so to say. Its just what you call a group of Greaser friends around here. It consists of 8 people, including myself of course.

First there's Darry, the unofficial leader of our group. His full name is Darrel but we don't bother calling him that anymore. He's athletic and intelligent. He was the quarterback of his football team when he was in high school. He's 20 years old and dropped out of college so he could take care of his two younger brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy, ever since their parents died in a car crash about a year ago.

Next, there's Sodapop. He's got 'Movie-star looks'. The kind that makes you stop and look at him on the streets. He's happy-go-lucky and always smiling. He's got brown hair and brown eyes. He's sixteen about to turn seventeen and the Peacemaker in his family.

Ponyboy is my best bud. He's got brown hair that's tinted with red and green-gray eyes. Though don't mention his eyes cause' he despises the green in them, preferring gray. He's a real sweetheart, drawing and watching sunsets. Unfortunately he's always got his head in the clouds which usually ends up in something bad happening.

Dallas Winston, or Dally, is the definition of hood. He's got brown hair and eyes, and if you asked me, he looks like an elf. He's tall with slightly tan skin and he's as hard as nails…you'll see what I mean.

Johnny Cade, Johnny-Cake or Johnny-Kid, is the pet of the group. He's always jumping at the slightest of things. Though I can't really blame the kid, a few months ago he was jumped by some Socs and they roughed him up pretty good. Poor things been scared of his own shadow since then. Its weird if you think about it. He's sixteen and I'm fifteen and I refer to him as a kid. But so does Pony, whose fourteen so I guess its not that bad.

Keith "Two-bit" Matthews is quite the chatter-box in the group. He's always got to have his two-bits in, hence the nickname. No one even calls him Keith anymore, even his mother slips up. He loves blondes, shop-lifting, Mickey Mouse and getting drunk. Always making wise-cracks that can have ya laughing yourself to tears….He's qiute the eightteen year old ain't he?

Steve Randle is not my favorite person in the world. He's Sodapop's best friend though so I don't say anything. He's got dark curly hair that looks….swirly. Bad choice of words but whatever. He's got real dark brown eyes and a ruff attitude. Again, not my favorite person in the world.

And lastly, there's me. Im fifteen with a drunk father who verbally and mentally abuses me, and then I've got a bitch mother who emotionally and physically abuses me. Kinda suckish if you ask me. Brownish-red hair, silver/blue eyes, and an attitude. I like to describe myself as…a female-Dallas. Except, I care for both Ponyboy AND Johnny, instead of just Johnny like he does. I'm not really a bitch like Dall is though. I usually just stay quiet but other times I can't help but break my own self-silence.

A scream interrupted my internal monologue on my life. My head snapped in the direction of the scream. It sounded like…

"Darry! Soda! Help!" the voice screamed. My eyes widened.

Ponyboy!

Johnny was frozen in his place. I forced him to look at me.

"Stay here." I said before taking of in a sprint.

"Shut him up already!" A gruff voice said.

"I'm gonna give you a haircut greaser. Y-" The bastard didn't get to finish his sentence as my foot made contact with his face.

"What the hell?!" Turning towards me, he wiped the blood off his lip. "Well, well, a girl coming to the rescue of a pitiful Greaser? How sad." He mocked.

I was mad, no, I was pissed. After all, Ponyboy is to me what Johnny is to Dally.

"Davis, Mark, Hold the kid. I'll take care of this slutbag." He said, a smile on his face.

He ran to me, holding a switch-blade in his hand. He went to grab my arm but I side-stepped, dropping to the ground before swiftly kicking his feet from under him. He fell to the ground with an umph.

I smirked, kicking his head so he didn't try to get up. I looked over at his buddies to see they were dropping Ponyboy to get to me. Before they did though, I gave Pony a look that clearly said Get-Out-Of-Here-Before-I-Kill-You-Myself. I took it he understood when he got up and started running towards his house.

Looking back at the two Socs I slugged one in the mouth before kicking the other in the stomach. Getting back up the ran towards their Mustang. Just as they opened the doors, I hear loud footsteps coming my way. I turned to see the gang running towards me.

Darry and Sodapop were looking over Pony as Steve, Two-bit, and Dally ran towards the Mustang. Wait Dally?

I looked over at Darry. "I thought Dall was in the cooler."I said, cocking my eyebrow.

He looked over at me and shrugged. "Guess not." Then he went back to lecturing Pony. Poor kid.

Walking over to them I kneeled down to Pony's height.

"You ok, kid?" I asked, concern evident in my voice but not my face.

He looked at me and nodded. "Yeah, I just feel lousy."

I snickered. "Yeah, it ain't fun getting jumped is it?"

He looked at me like I was stupid. "No."

Darry looked back down at his brother. "What do you think you were doing Ponyboy? Walking home by youself. Why didn't you call for someone to pick you up." Darry asked a bit pissed.

Before Ponyboy answered, I spoke up. "He wasn't alone Dar, he was with me." I said cooly. I praised myself for being a good liar. It sure did come in handy at times.

"Is that so?" he asked, looking me in the eye.

So this is how its gonna be? Ok then.

"Yea. You know he's perfectly safe with me. Or do you doubt me?" I asked, not once flinching away from our staring contest.

I could see Ponyboy looking between the two of us nervously.

After a few more seconds, Darry smirked a little. "Nah, I trust ya." He turned back to Ponyboy. "Just try not to get jumped again." He said sternly.

Two-bit came up to us slinging his arm around my shoulders. "Aw, like he could help that Socs jump us every chance they get."

I glared at him.

He looked at me. "What?"

"Arm. Off. Now." I said cooly, still glaring.

"But I thought we had something going on between us Riley." He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

My glare turned fiercer.

He sighed and took his arm off me. "Your no fun."

"Shut it Two-shits."

He looked at me stubbornly. "What if I don't wanna."

"Then you wont ever be able to have kids."

"Oh yea? You wouldn't do that."

I rolled my eyes, before turning back to Ponyboy. After making sure he was alright, I turned and started walking towards 'home'.

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