Okay! New story, this one should be a good one! Just an idea I had floating around in my head.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders

Special Thanks to my beta! Rea Reegan! Claps for her!

Tell me if you think I should continue, I'm still on the fence about this one.

Please, review and give me some feedback!

-Jasmine

Olivia Allen closed her eyes and smiled in the moonlight. The South was an amazing place to be; it really was. There was nothing she loved more than spending her summers with her cousin. Lisa was like her twin; at many times, they were attached at the hip. Now they were spending their night out in the town.

Sandy, Oliva's aunt, would NEVER let them go into town. She said it was a bad place to be. They stayed in their neighborhood on the west side of town. Olivia thought it was a nice place to live. The houses were big and the lawns were nice and green. It really was beautiful.

"Come on, Liv!" Lisa called and grabbed Olivia's arm. Olivia only smiled wider at her. She was certain that Lisa was the most beautiful person on Earth. Lisa gave her a silly smile and brushed a loose strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. Olivia had never seen her with her hair down. Lisa always, always, had it up in a bun. Olivia wanted nothing more than to be like her cousin. Lisa was the older one. (She was 17 while Olivia was only 16.) Lisa was the smarter one; she had the better grades and went to all the cool parties. In Olivia's eyes, Lisa was like the ultimate god of popular.

"Where are we going?" Olivia asked as she stumbled down the walk in her new shoes. Lisa told her that women wear high heels. Olivia wanted to be a woman, or at least a lady. The shoes were really hurting her feet, and she kept stumbling, but Lisa said she looked good.

"We aren't going anywhere," Lisa told her young, dirty blond cousin. "You are going to go in that store and get the milk that Mum sent us out for." Olivia gave her cousin a confused look.

"Why aren't you going in?" she asked the tall, dark-haired beauty. Lisa just laughed at her.

"That's a greaser store! I'm not going in there!" She laughed again and gave Olivia a little shove. The dirty blond stumbled on her heels, still not knowing how to really walk on them. She stopped her fall by clutching the pole next to her. She caught her breath and dusted off her light blue skirt that fell to just below her knees. She shot Lisa a playful glare.

"Not funny." she muttered. "I don't even have any money." Lisa rolled her light blue eyes.

"Here," she said in an irritated tone and shoved a few dollors at Olivia. The green-eyed blond looked down. She had noticed that Lisa was mad and was starting to feel bad, really bad.

"I'm sorry, Lisa. I'll be back soon," she told her in a quiet voice. Lisa just waved a hand and looked around, checking to make sure that no one could see her. Olivia looked down and hurried into the store, knowing that Lisa wanted to get out of there. It was late and there was only one other person in the store other than the owner. Lisa smiled at the man who was standing behind the counter. He was wearing nice, clean cloths and had big glasses. He reminded her of her father. He gave her a small smile back but he was too busy watching the other man in there to talk to her. Olivia looked down, scared that she had over-stepped her boundries. She hurried over to grab the milk.

Once Olivia got the milk, she took the time to really get a look at the boy. He had messy, white blond hair. Olivia looked closer, the man having caught her eyes. Then she suddenly gasped and looked down when she saw that there was blood on his face. She quietly walked past him and sent a prayer up to God that the man would be alright.

She was just about to buy the milk and get out of there when something caught her eye. She look at the bright red cover and smiled. It was her favorite magazine, Calling All Girls. She hadn't gotten the newest one yet; it couldn't hurt to take a little peak... Then again, Lisa was waiting and wanted to go home. She really should just by the milk and get going. But Lisa had given her enough money... maybe she could just buy a copy of it. She quickly picked it up and headed to the counter.

Olivia smiled at the man once more and layed the milk and magazine down on the counter. The man ignored her, though; he was still watching the boy. Olivia slowly turned her gaze to the boy as well. She gasped when she saw him grab a magazine and rip it in half. She had no idea why anyone would want to do something like that.

"You have to pay for that," the man called out. The boy looked over and slowly walked over. Olivia took a step back from the counter and tried to be as small as possible. The white blond boy walked slowly, taking all the time he wanted. He reached a hand out and put it on the rack, pulling magazine after magazine out while he walked. He never once took his eyes off of the man. When the boy finally got to the counter he was so close to Olivia that she could even smell him. Olivia wanted to just start coughing; he smelled so strongly of smoke that it was like he just walked out of a burning building. She then saw something that made her just want to scream and run away.

A gun.

Olivia didn't know why she did it, but she then jumped up from the slouched position she was in.

"I'll pay for it!" she volunteered. Both men looked at her. The old man gave her a confused look but nodded and added it to the pile with her things, taking the money and working at getting her change. The other boy glared at her. The look he gave her made her just want to cry. She actually did start to tear up.

"Miss?" the man said, and she quickly grabbed her bag. She halfway out the door when she turned around.

"Come on," she told the scary blond. He continued to glare at her, and she gave him her best pleading look. She then took a step forward and tried to grab his hand. He yanked it away from her, and his glare got more intense.

"Please," she told him. Then the blond followed her out; Olivia had no clue why. Once they were both out the door, she turned to the boy and found him talking to her before she could even get a word out.

"Why did you do that?" he yelled. Olivia looked down. She had messd up again.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I thought you were going to do something bad... maybe you should go home." His glare got stronger.

"You're an idiot!" he screamed. "You don't know anything! I ought to kill you!" Olivia looked down again and started to cry. "You crying?" he yelled. "You baby!" He didn't say more, though. Lisa grabbed Olivia's arm and yanked her away.

"What are you doing talking to that trash?" Lisa scolded. Olivia didn't look up and followed as Lisa pulled her away. All Olivia was able to do was try her hardest to keep up and not trip on her new shoes. After a moment, though, she gather some courage and turned around to look at the still-angry boy.

"I hope your face gets better!" she called, and Lisa shook her arm to shut her up.

The boy didn't do anything. He just stared at her, his ice blue eyes filled with as much hate as ever. Olivia looked down and sent another prayer to God.

Please, dear God, don't let him do something stupid.

Yea, still on the fence about this one. Let me know if you think I should continue.