3-19-09: I redid the look of the chapter, I haven't gotten around to actually fixing the grammer. Hoping to do that soon. Enjoyed!!
Well this is my first story so I am pretty new to this. This is a sister curtis fic. So if you don't like those please don't read this and leave reviews how you hate those fics :). Again I am pretty new to this any review is good so please leave helpful hints or privite message me with the comments. If the spelling and grammer is off sorry :) I am trying the best I can. Again please leave reviews those would be nice and sweet!!
Disclamer: I do not own The Outsiders nor will I ever but I thank Ms. Hinton for creating great characters!! I own just Nataelie and Jack and other characters I can make up ( Also don't own If Eveyone Cared By Nickelback)
Chapter 1:Flashback
If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died
-Nickelback
It was a cool summer evening. Not too cold and not too hot, only a slight breeze. It was silent only crickets could be heard which was a shocker. Normally you can hear a party at a house or the sound of a crowd at a fight. Sometimes you can even hear a drag race starting. The car engine roaring to life, the screeching of tires and crowds screaming. But tonight you did not hear anything just the crickets. I also took into notice the street; it was a lot cleaner then most neighborhoods in the east side. You could normally see beer bottles, empty cigarette boxes and other nasty things.
I was watching the sunset over at a distance, when I looked over to my good friends, Jack. Looking over to him I wondered if he would break his silence. I looked into his eyes hoping to see something that he was not saying. Sometimes if you look hard enough into someone's eyes you can tell many things. You can tell their emotions and what they are feeling with out words. In this town, it can help you get out of a bad situation. His eyes were stormy and cloudy like an impending storm on a coast. But here we are sitting on his porch, him smoking a cigarette and me watching the sunset in the sky looking for answers.
"Your better then us." His voice piercing the night sky like a switchblade slicing fabric slowly and carefully.
I looked at him shock splattering across my face.
"What do you mean" disbelief twisted in my voice. "I am no better then you or the other guys." I had never thought I hear someone say that I was better then anyone in this neighborhood.
"Shoot girl you are better." He said with a smirk on his face.
Evident that he was enjoying my misery. So I decided to play along with him.
"Well since you seem so wise and philosophical, please explain this concept to me." I had cocked my eyebrow, so he knew I was very interested in what he would say.
"Well you have to be one of the most classy person I know."
"Now your just being mean." I punched him playfully in the arm.
"I am being serious." Then I saw it he really did think that of me. "I mean your something different, something special, you are a classy girl. You have grace and elegance about you and around you. I mean you have the kindest heart and look out for everyone, like a leader. But if something happens all hell breaks loose. You are a fighter and you always fight for what is right to the very end."
He stopped very proud that he let it out, while I just sat there shocked playing over and over again in my mind. He must be crazy.
"I like how you believe that, but I am just a greaser."
I looked at the ground there was silence. There was the truth; we were greasers, we lived on the eastside. We were hated on, thought of that we were cold and wild. Some of us were like that, wild and crazy. But just some of us like to watch the sunset and the stars. And maybe just dream that there was a place where people could just be people.
"Hey" Jack said slowly.
I felt him grab my chin lightly and brought my eyes up to his level. I looked into his eyes and instead of what I saw before, I saw something different. His eyes were warm and caring; they had a slight glow to them like a small candle in a dark room.
"No matter what anyone says to you, you are better you are going leave this place." He said softly and caring. "You are something special even if you are a greaser, you are special."
Then silence, just the sound of crickets.
He soon got up and walked off the weathered steps.
He glanced behind to look at me "Stay true Natalie Angelface Curtis, stay true." He then walked out of his yard and into the street.
If you saw him on the street you would be scared stiff. Blue jeans with a plaid collar shirt with a tuff leather jacket. His hair slightly greased back a cigarette hanging from his mouth. His posture was slouch and tense. People would have thought he was a greaser, a hood or JD.
To me though he was Jack, one of my best friends, the one who knew so much about me it scares me. Once he disappeared I sat back down, by now the sunset was almost over. I looked over the horizon, and at that moment I was at peace. I didn't care what my brothers would say with me coming home and staying out late. Or the fact that I was a greaser, all I cared about at that moment was what he said:
"Stay true Natalie Angelface Curtis, Stay true…"
So that is it for right now I have the next chapter ready in the wings all I need to do is to type it and check sp and grammer. Again please leave reviews any would be good right now. Thank you for reading!!!!!!
