"Slow down!" I shouted, running after my best friend Jude. He was practically sprinting through random back yards. He said he was running home to catch some show and if he didn't run he'd be late.

"Run faster!" He called over his shoulder. I must have not been paying attention because I ran right into him.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked out of breath. He pointed to a giant metal contraption in front of us. It looked like a cylinder, with a lot of buttons.

"Can I help you?" Asked a scrawny boy, who looked to be about our age. He had dark hair and freckles.

"What is that?" Jude asked.

"A time machine. Follow me." He gestured for us to follow him through the sliding doors into his house. Jude followed without hesitation but I didn't move.

"What are you doing!? He could be a murder." I whisper shouted.

"I'm not a murder sweetheart. Little crazy though." The guy called over his shoulder. My face heated up, and I followed, trying to catch up to them. We followed him into a dark blue room, covered in posters and quotes by the same people.

"Who are they?" I asked referring to it all.

"The Outsiders. The greatest book ever written." He replied never taking his eyes off of his computer.

"Hey! We read that book in the 7th grade! Remember Ry?" Jude exclaimed hitting my shoulder.

"Yeah, I remember. It was a good book." I said rubbing my shoulder.

"Did you know it's a true story?" He asked looking at us.

"Uh, no." Jude replied, raising an eyebrow.

"It is. And I need your help." He said turning back toward his computer.

"With what?" I asked. I had no idea what this guy had up his sleeve.

"I need you to go back in time and save Johnny and Dally. I can't, I have to man the system from here." He stated, serious as could be. Was this guy insane?

"Are you serious?" Jude asked after a long silence.

"Don't believe me? Ok, who's your favorite 80's band or singer?" He asked, a sly grin on his face.

"Bruce Springsteen." We replied at the same time. That's how we became friends after all. He had been listening to it on his Ipod and I had asked him about it. After that we were inseparable.

"Fine. Take my hand." He smirked. We hesitantly took his hands. He instructed us to close our eyes. We listened after sharing a weary look with each other.

"Open." He told us. When I opened my eyes, I could not believe what I saw. We were standing a few feet back from a enormous crowd in front of a stage. It was some random field and in the distance I could make out a giant red banner with white lettering.

"A Bruce Springsteen concert?! Really!?" I practically shouted. "I'm On Fire," started playing in the distance. I began to sway to the music and I didn't even realize I was doing it.

"Believe me now?" He asked, once again smirking. I nodded unable to speak.

"Um yes." Jude stuttered. After a while, the guy took us back home.

"So will you do it?" He asked, looking hopeful.

"What exactly are we doing?" I asked.

"Going back to the 60's and preventing them from talking to Cherry Valance. That sets off the chain reaction that ends up with Johnny and Dally dead." He replied, acting like it was no big deal.

"How do we convince them?" Jude asked.

"You all get them to hold hands and I'll send you somewhere." He said.

"What do we get out of this?" I asked, raising my eyebrow and crossing my arms.

"A chance to do over anything in your life or history." He said smiling.

"Done." Jude agreed. He had lost his dad a few years back in an accident. It had been hard on him, and I know he'd do anything to change it.

"I'm in." You nodded.

"Excellent." The guy smiled.

"When do we go?" Jude asked.

"Now." The guy smirked, leading us back outside. He told us to get into the cylinder, and said not to worry.

"See you all later. Don't worry, if you're in danger I'll get you out. By the way, I'm Matt." He winked, shutting the door. A few lights flashed and a voice told us to close our eyes. We did and a few seconds later we opened them. The first thing I noticed is one, my clothes had changed and so had Judes. He was wearing jeans and converse and black leather jacket. I was wearing tight jeans, a grey tank top, a leather jacket and black boots. Two, we were on a random sidewalk, on what looked to be the rough side of town.

"It really worked." I whispered.

"Wow." Jude breathed.

"Holy shit." I mumbled.

Walking down the street came Dallas Winston, Johnny Cade, and Ponyboy Curtis.