DISCLAIMER: I DONOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS, I own the three girls

another shot out to gleekragtimer96 for writing this with me :)

Just to let you guys know, Kelsey, Tiffany, and Kate are real people. gleekragtimer96 is Kelsey, Tiffany is me (dallywinston4ever), and Kate is greasy girl love. I figured, it's easier to place ourselves into this situation because we would know what each other would do in situations (if that makes sense). But ANYWAYYYYYY, read, review, stuff like that :)

Kelsey POV

Today is Friday, which means my day off from classes for college, and how do I spend it? Cleaning up the mess that my two best friends Tiffany, and Kate created. There's stuff thrown all over; thankfully, almost done getting it all. We have a three bedroom apartment that we have to share because all three of us go to college in same place, New York City. Every bedroom has a bathroom, and we also have a kitchen, and then since Tiff knows the owner of the building, he hooked us up with a room with a mini stage, a mini STAGE, which helps because Kate and I are majoring in Theatre. Tiff is majoring in Graphic Design but also taking a few theater classes.
I look at the clock. It's five thirty, which means she should be here any minute now since her last class is at five.

I pick up yet another dirty tissue (ew!) off the coffee table, and see a DVD. Recently we watched The Outsiders movie, which is lying open on the table. I gotta say, it was pretty good, and the guys were really hot (especially Darry...) but Tiffany is the one who REALLY got into it. I mean obsessed; she has posters and drawings of Dallas all over her room!

"Do they really have to leave all this trash around? I mean, there IS a trashcan," I say to myself. I pick up a pizza box and open it to find two moldy pieces of pizza inside. "Eww!"

"What's in the box, hot stuff?" I hear a voice behind me say. I whip around to find seven guys standing there. I look at all of them and realize something very important: They are the seven main greasers from the movie. Darry, Soda, Pony, Johnny, Dally, Two-Bit and Steve. I must be dreaming, I must.

"Did one of those knuckle heads slip something into my iced tea today, or this real?" I blink, like in the movies, but when I open my eyes, they're still there.

"This a Soc house?" Who I remember as Steve asks me.

"Do I look like a freakin' Soc to you?!" I yell. They all give me a weird look, and I realize that they're probably as freaked out as I am. "Oh, sorry about that, but what the hell are you guys doing here?"

"Well," Darry begins to say. He's the one I really came to like in the movie. People said I reminded them of him, but I don't see it. "One minute, we're sitting around, the next, we're in a big crowded city in someone's apartment," Suddenly, the door flies open.

"I AM NOT A MURDERER!" Tiffany screams. This was a little inside joke when we were in a musical together. Ever since then, whenever we wanted to be known we were walking into the room and to not freak someone out, we would scream, 'I AM NOT A MURDERER!' She stops dead in her tracks and closes the door as she sees the guys. "Well shoot Kelsey, ya should've called if there are seven smokin' hot guys in our apartment!"

"You think we're hot?" the one I think is Johnny says softly.

"Well yeah! Of course I do!" She replies.

"Well, lets' focus on the important thing of how the hell did they get here?!" I say to Tiff.

"If you two need a moment…" Darry begins to say.

"Oh don't worry, this happens all the time. We don't mean it," Tiff says.

"Besides, we wouldn't want to leave these two broads alone, it might escalate into somethin' awesome, man." He looks tough and mean, so I think his name is Dally.

"Who you callin' a broad jackass?!" Tiffany says to him
with a smirk on her face. Here we go, exactly what we need, a fight and knowing Tiff, she'll fight, I think. He smirks back at her.

"Damn girl! You gotta mouth on you!" Two-Bit says. I can only sigh, which gets all of their attention.

"Can we PLEASE, get back, to the matter, at hand, PLEASE!" I say.

"Dallas, and Two-Bit, hush up now," Darry says.

"THANK YOU DARRY!"

"Umm…, how do you know my name?" he asks me. Oh crap, that's right, they think they're real and NOT in a movie, crap. Tiffany and I exchange looks then go back and look at the guys.

"Well, it's a long story…" I begin to say.

"Long story short, you guys aren't real," Tiffany says. That's just great, freak them out even more, good job Tiff.

"What the hell you talkin' 'bout girly, we're as real as the nose on Steve's face, and that's HUGE!" Two-Bit says.

"Hey!" Steve yells at Two-Bit.

"Why don't you guys take a seat while Tiff and I sort this out," I pull Tiff into the kitchen area and we go on the other side of the bar area. I quickly tell her to keep our conversation to a whisper.

"Dude this is great, the greasers ACTUALLY in our apartment!" She says.

"Yes it is, but how are we going to explain and board seven guys in our apartment who are from 1960 IN 2012?!" I shake her by her shoulders a little bit.

"… Actually, 1980's, the plot line is based in 1966, so yeah," I release her and put my head in my hands.

"Tiff…"

Darry POV

"Hey Darry, she's a lot like you!" Soda says to me with a smile.

"Aw, stop it."

"I'm serious! I think her name was Kelsey, or Kel, or something like that. Whatever that other girl called her."

"Tiff?" Dally says. We all look over at him in shock.

"How do ya remember her name, Dally? You never can remember names that well," Johnny quietly says. Dally then looks over at her.

"Well, she definitely made an impression on me that's for damn sure, man."

"Damn Dally, you just met her and ya already wanna screw her!" Two-Bit says.

"Naw man, I don't know, it's a different feelin' this time, man. It's almost like I DON'T want to do that to her."

Kelsey POV

"Well, thankfully, the Patterson's just moved out of the space next door. We could just ask John if they can stay there," I say to Tiffany. She sighs, obviously in disappointment in not having them stay in our place.

"Fine," she turns her head over to the guys and chuckles. She then looks back at me,

"I think they're talkin' 'bout you over there Kel."

"What do ya mean talking about me..." I look over and see Darry looking at me, and blush. But then I see something even more interesting: Dallas looking at Tiff with a smirk plastered on his face. "Looks like someone's eyeing YOU up by the looks of it."

"Really?! Who is it?"

"I don't remember all their names from the movie! I'm not as obsessed as you," I shake my head at her.

"Then how do you know Darry's then, HMMM?" I feel a soft blush form on my face.

"Just go call John and I'll go talk to them," she then walks over to the phone and I walk over to the guys and stand in front of the TV with the couch directly in front of me and a chair to my right and left. I stare all of them down as I give them the scoop. "So, here's what's gonna happen, Tiffany is calling the guy who owns this place. There's an empty apartment next to us. Tiff is gonna see if you guys could stay there. It's a four bedroom, two bath..." Dally then cuts me off.

"We have to share?! Ugghhh..." I glare at the troublemaker.

"Deal with it. ANYWAY, I'm leaving it up to you guys how to pair up. Also, since you guys AREN'T FROM THIS TIME PERIOD, we will be looking after you. Don't do anything stupid," I glance over at the chair Two-Bit and Dally are sitting in.

"Hey, he's the one ya gotta worry 'bout!" Two-Bit says, pointing at Dally innocently. Tiffany then walks over and leans on the chair that Dally in Two-Bit are sitting in, closer to Dally, of course.

"We're clear for the apartment next door. So, what were you guys saying?" she says.

"Apparently I'm the bad guy here doll," Dally says to her.

"I ain't your doll," she says back.

"Whatever you say doll," she sighs at his comment to her.
Just then, we hear someone's stomach growl. By the looks that he is getting, it must have been Pony's.

"Food, then need food Tiff! And since YOU'RE the EXPERT," I say to Tiff.

"Alright," she then leads the guys into the kitchen and they sit in the stools along the bar, which is where we usually eat anyway. Darry is still sitting where he was and I am where I usually sit.

"Well, you handled that quite well," he says to me. God, is it wrong to love a fictional character?

"Why, thank you. I've learned from dealing with Tiffany and Kate on a daily basis that you have to yell to be heard," he laughs.

"I know that feeling all too well," we then look at each other for a moment then hear commotion coming from the kitchen area.

"Ya know, in 2012, this is what's known as SEXUAL HARRASSMENT!" Tiff yells. Two-Bit then falls off his bar stool laughing his butt off.

"See? Daily basis," we then both walk over to the kitchen and see that Dally is holding Tiff by the waist from behind while she is trying to cook. I got to say, they would be cute together, from a friends point of view anyway.

"Do ya WANT me to stick this frying pan up your ass?!" she says to him.

"You would like to see that, wouldn't ya," Dally says in a low voice.

"Dally, HAHAHA, stop before, HAHA, I DIE!" Two-Bit tries to say as he rolls around on the floor.

"Dallas Winston…" I hear Darry say in almost a low animalistic growl. Dally then let's go of Tiff.

"Fine, I'll lay off, Superman," Dally says. I look back at Darry. Dally then sits down on one of the barstools.

"Nice going, Superman," I chuckle a little bit when I say this to Darry and he only shrugs.

"So, what are we having, since no one really told us?" Steve asks.

"A bunch of crap I found in the fridge. Deal with it," Tiff says.

"Sounds like you, Soda," Pony begins to say, "Mixing every damn thing that we have."

"Watch your mouth kid," Darry warns Pony.

"Oh, don't worry, her and Kate say worse things than that, WAY worse things…" then, I see an egg fall to the floor and break.

"Mother fuckin' son of a piece of crap!" She says. I look at Darry.

"See what I mean?"

"You have a crazier family than me!" Darry says to me. Tiffany then turns the stove off and leans against the counter.

"You haven't even met one of us yet. Kate still has class, she won't be home until nine thirty," She says.

"School?" Two-Bit begins, "You broads still go to SCHOOL!?"

"Yeah, and in 2012, no one says broad anymore, it's kind of offensive if ya know what I mean."

"I sure do, doll," I hear Dally say. Tiff only sighs, as Steve asks,

"So where's the food?"

"In the frying pan, get it yourself, I ain't your damn slave!"

"Do ya want to be?" Dally asks her in a low seductive voice. She bites her tongue, probably trying to stop herself from saying something she'll regret. Dally just laughs.

"I'll take that as a maybe."

At nine thirty, Kate walks in.

"I AM A MURDERER!" she screams then walks into the kitchen completely oblivious to the guys sitting there, "Tiff, you are never gonna believe what they had us do today in dance, I'm sweatin' all over if ya know what I mean. Ya might need to help me with some of those moves since you're a LOT more flexible than I am since you've dance since you were, like three..."

"Ummm, Kate?" Tiff asks.

"Huh?" she turns around and notices the guys, "What's with the guys? New neighbors?"

"Well, remember the movie we just watched? And yes, neighbors," Tiff says to her.

"Yeah, but what does… OOH!" Her eyes go wide. "I'm still confused as hell though,"

"God you're blond! I'll explain everything later."

"I'm not blond!"

"Exactly!"

"So are you guy's all sisters?" Soda asks us.

"No," I begin to say, "We have been long time friends and we ended up getting accepted to three different colleges all in New York City. So we split the money for this apartment. Tiff knows John so we don't have to pay rent which helps a LOT."

"So how old are all y'all?" Two-Bit asks.

"We're all eighteen. Kelsey's the oldest, Kate's the youngest," Tiffany explains.

"What colleges do you guys go to?" Darry asks.

"I go to NY Academy of Art, Kelsey goes to Julliard, and Kate goes to NYADA," Tiffany explains to the guys.

"Art?" Dally questions.

"Yes, good job! Ya know like pictures and paintings!" Tiffany says like she's talking to a five year old which makes all of laugh except for Dally; he only smirks and bites his lip.

"Smartass," he says.

"ANYWAY, we all have off from college classes Saturday and Sunday. I have off Thursdays, Kate has off on Tuesdays, and Tiffany has off Wednesdays, just so you know," I explain to the guys.

"Oh! And if you can't find us, we're within our rooms or if you go through that door there, we're practicing either a dance, or a song, or Tiff's drawing. Now, I'm stinkin' up the place so I'm gonna go get a shower," Kate leaves and goes into her room.

"How did you broad-, girls get the money to afford all this?!" Steve asks us.

"My parents won the lottery and gave the money to the three of us for college use," I tell him. Gosh, these guys are FULL of questions.

"What is that door for?" Steve points at my bedroom door.

"That's my room. Down the hall are Tiffany's and Kate's rooms. Each room has a bathroom and a door that leads out to the balcony,"

"WHICH," Tiff interrupts me, "Has a great view of Times Square if I might add."

"Damn, you guys go everything!" Dallas says.

"You better believe it,"

"Here," I begin to say, "I'll show you guys to your place. Follow me."

Tiffany POV

Everyone leaves except for Dally. He is now standing in front of me, with his signature smirk on his face.

"Aren't you gonna go with them?" I ask.

"I just wanted to look at your face one last time," he replies. How cheesy! I know what he's REALLY looking at.

"Ya know, you live right next door. You can look at my face anytime ya want."

"Yeah, I know. See ya tomorrow doll," he then winks at me and walks out of the apartment. I walk over and sit on one of the two steps that separate the living area and the kitchen area.

"Who would've thought?" I say to myself.

"Who would've thought what, Tiffy?" Kelsey says as she closes the door.

"That the greasers would be living RIGHT next door!" I lie.

"I think Dallas has an eye for ya, just saying."

"What about you and Darry, huh?! And did you see how Soda was looking at Kate?!" she looks at me and tilts her head slightly.

"No, I didn't, and I don't think she realized it either. And shut up about me and Darry, he probably doesn't even like me like that!"

"Yeah, SURE! And I didn't want to make Soda feel awkward if I pointed the look he was giving Kate, I do have A LITTLE bit of a heart." I smile.

Darry POV

"Alright guys, pair up and pick your rooms," I tell the guys then hear the chatter of the gang.

"I'm bunkin' with Soda!" Pony says.

"Come on Steve- O," Two-Bit says. Johnny then walks slowly over to me.

"Can I bunk with you Darry?" he asks me softly.

"Sure little buddy," I say ruffling his hair. He then smiles and walks down the hall to go to what I'm guessing would be our room. Dallas walks into the apartment. I begin to walk away towards Johnny when I hear Soda.

"Ahem," I turn around, "Kelsey and Darry, sittin' in a tree,"

"F-U-C-K-I-N-G," Dally finishes, of course, be immature about it guys.

"Yeah yeah, make fun, but don't think I didn't see you lookin' at Kate," I say to Soda. I then see him blush a little bit. He then looks over at Dally.

"What about Dally, HUH?!"

"What about Dally?" Dal says, "Yeah, I like Tiff. So what?"

"So what?! You even said it was different, what you were feeling and such!" Soda says.

"So what man? How 'bout everyone go to sleep. We can gawk at 'em tomorrow, remember that," at that, we head to our rooms that we were sharing, well, except Dally since there's an odd number of us. I lie down next to Johnny and head fast asleep, idly thinking about Kelsey as I fall into the black abyss.