I don't own 'THE OUTSIDERS'


Great, Tim's home, I thought wearily as the front door slammed. I've been in my room all day since Ten this morning. My music played loudly as I lay on my bed. Elvis sure did get me in a better mood.

"Happy birthday kid," Tim called walking by my room.

"As if anyone cares,"I mumbled walking towards the door. As I made my way down the hallinto my bathroom, I could smell what mom was cooking; hamburgers. As I shut the door, I heard Tim say something 'bout Curly being in the cooler again.

Wow curly, I thought to myself, can't stay out of trouble on your sisters birthday? If I had to choose a favorite brother, it'd be Tim. To tell you the truth, I dislike both Tim and Curly. The only reason I like Tim better is, he's oldest, toughest, he'll beat anyone up for me, (although I could do that myself.) And he's friends with that tuff hood: Dallas Winston. I admire Dal just because he's big, scary, and mean. But hey! You either admire him, or he beats your head in. But the main reason is I can get through to Ponyboy when I'm with Dal. But besides that, Tim, and curly are jerks.

"Shit," I said under my breath forgetting why I came in hear.

I'm starting to get over my 'obsession 'over pony though, and this may sound really, and I mean REALLY weird, ever since Pony gotta girl ,and Kathy left Two-bit, I've been starting to like him. I know I'm like three or more years younger, and he may not even know I exist, I'm not even blond! But hey! I'm just trying to get over Pone, and I know what your thinking why Keith 'Two-bit' Matthews?

Well, my answer is simply: I have no firkin clue!

going on a walk, be back seven . . . I wrote neatly on a sticky note and placed it by me doorknob on my door.

"Where to?" I questioned myself as I walked out the door, not bothering to turn my music off.

Seven minutes past, and I finally reached my destination: Two-bit's house. I walked up the walkway on to his porch.

Can't believe I'm doing this!

I was about to knock, when my stomach lurched forward.

What the hell am I doing?

I leaned forward and lightly pressed the trashy doorbell.

Please don't answer

I was about to turn around, but a woman peered slightly out the door.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Is um, Keith, um Two-bit there?"

She looked at me puzzled, "yea, want to talk to him?"

I nodded, "yea."

"One sec, KEITH! He'll be out in just a moment," she said closing the door.

Oh my god! What do I say? I'm gunna be sick. What did I just do?

As soon as I doubted he would come out, he opened the door and walked out.

"Angela?"

"Yea."

"Pony's not hear," he said slowly.

"I know, I wanted to talk."

"Why?"

Dammit! I never thought of what I would say.

"We," I swallowed " um, we never talk, and I was um, wondering if you finished your biology report?"

Smart!(not)

"Um, no, and why you decide to talk now?"

"No reason,"I said dumbstruck.

"Okay."

"Bye," I said walking away.

"Bye."

"Wait!" I was to late, when I turned around, he was already gone. Ain't I supposed to be a tough hood with no heart?