Disclaimer: I do NOT own the outsiders! I am only a Die Hard Fan Girl who is like a lot of other ppl madly in love with Two-Bit! 3
A/n: I reread my first posts and realized they suck! XP So, after some thought and help I decided to rewrite everything and change a few ideas I had at the beginning.
Thank you for waiting and your support to continue this story! ~^.^~ And I am sorry if there is any mis-spelled words! I am a very bad speller and I sorta got my own strange way of speaking!
Please note that I am living in the south and we have our own ways of speaking and spelling some word that people from the north and a few other places won't know sometimes!
I hope you like it! =D

Tim: Oh, Shut up and get on with the story!
Me: I was just TRYING to explain a little! So hush up you smelly Hood!
Two-Bit: Y are you being mean to Tim?
Me: Cuz he broke pony's heart in the story I'm based my story after of what I think should happen next.
Pony:...*looks down at his feet*
Me: See!? He won't even talk with That smelly Hood near! :| *hugs pony and glares at Tim*
Tim&Two-bit: -.-;

Me: Well own with the new and improved story! =D And last-minute warning: This chapter is really long!

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Chapter 1: The new normal/How I met my best friend

~Pony's Pov~

Tonight was a normal summer night. The sound of passing cars flying by outside, the chatter of church folk dinning in the far corner of the dinner, and the loud giggles whispers of the local high school girls trying o flirt with me as I pass by to serve people their food orders.

"HAHAHAHA~! How's the crowd tonight, Pones?" Alanna asked as I slouched down in the empty seat next to her.

"The usual. Church folk gossip, random chicks flirting with me, and dudes askin' where you were." I sighed out.

Alanna just gave me a friendly slap on my back and laughed at the glare I shot her. Glancing up at the clock nailed up on the wood post above the entrance it read '8:56'. '*Sigh* one more hour till closing time' I thought grimly.

Lost in my thoughts I barely noticed Alanna standing up grumbling about crazy old Church folk not wanting to leave her alone as she stormed over to the church group stable. I laughed as I watched her put up her act; smiling like she was overjoyed that she was able to be included in conversation with a wild untamed glint shining in her winter green eyes that are outlined with a dark grayish sliver that shined brightly with the promise of the unknown. Her voice would soften to a light whisper that was loud enough to hear the sweeten mystery hidden away in the musical tone. Her movements were direct and held the knowledge of that of the tuffest gang leader could only envy. It was almost as if she knew the world's greatest kept secrets that she could easily tell with the slightest sound or movement.

"Heh... She never changed." I whispered lowly so only I could hear myself as if I was reminding myself of a secret that the world could never know existed. "She's still the same Alanna I met a year ago..."

~FlashBack~

The light of the street lamps flashed by my vision as bob drove down the late afternoon roads that reflected a dull oranges back as the sun settled down over the horizon past the dimly lit building that were showcasing a scene of a play that looked so real but untouchable and endless. The local people walking down the streets looked like hand crafted dolls, all who were perfect in their own mysterious ways.

"I know a chick here in town. She can help you out." Bob said breaking through the bittersweet silence that stuck to the small space of his car in a dim glow.

I nodded as a sign that I had heard him, my voice refused to work for the fear of breaking and showing the hideous truth of the self loathing I had bubbling deep down in my chest. Bob didn't say anything after that and kept on driving through the glowing town with different plays showing in each one, but each one holds the same amount of deep mystery and unique untold stories that could almost amount to the work of greatest known plays.

Far on down the road, I spotted a large bulky dinner that held its own beauty as it stood proud separated from the different scenes in the stores. It was an old building that resembled an old run down barn, but it was titty and clean that showed proof that the owner took great pride and care into it. The color was a dim dark burnish red with a sharp white outline. The porch that lead to the entrance was a soft oak that glowed in the bright lights almost as if it was freshly polished. The building was surrounded by different types of cars: young and old, used and brand new, all silently waiting for something momentous to happen to the dinner.

"OK, Today is Wednesday, so yea. Alanna's working today." Bob muttered to himself as he parked the car and stepped out closing the door swiftly.

I followed him out into the cool crisp summer night air that was filled with the heavy scent of heavenly southern foods. I guessed they were cooking deserts at the moment when I climbed up the cold stone steps passing the open windows as a strong whiff of freshly baked pies and cakes hit me. I felt my mouth starting to water with the thought of tasting one of the many choices of pies and cakes frosted to perfection. As Bob lead me closer and closer to the screen door entrance. I felt a lump of raw desire build up in my chest as we drew closer to the door almost as if I 'Had' to be in there no matter what.

Bob opened the door and held it open for me smiling encouragingly at me baiting me to step into the brightly lit and chatter filled room that blended into the aroma like it was ment to be this way. Once I stepped in with Bob right behind me looking around trying to find someone he knew. I stood there gazing at the interior. The tables and chairs were carved in many designs, shapes, and colors. The floor was sturdy and just like the porch front, it was glossed to where it looked brand new, and it was a lighter more welcoming color that dimly shined when the light would shine directly onto it. The walls was painted a welcoming pale peachy-flesh color, there were a few picture's hung up around, some were framed news papers, random photos of customers and workers, but on the far wall there was a memorial plank that read, 'To our fallen, gone but never forgotten' with small wooden square planks with different names, dates, and sayings. Right next to the door there was a was a board filled with scattered drawings about the dinner, some saying how much they loved it here, a few random drawings of objects, but what really caught my eyes was that nearly all the drawings and letters refered to this 'Alanna' person.

Before I could investigate the drawing more, Bob started to push me toward the back of the room. I wondered what got into him and before i could ask, I saw her. She was leaning back against an open window that lead to the kitchen with a benevolence aura that gave her a certain irresistable glow. Her hair was a russet color that flowed past her slander shoulders in waves that resembled the ocean: care free and wild, touching the untouched earth like a secret sin. Her winter green eyes resembled cats eyes with their silver glint outlined that were intractable, that would easily show a sign of derision to anyone who dared try to control her. When her enchanting eyes fell on me and Bob they gave us a stern friendly gaze She first looked upon me with an unspoken amount of curiously before turning into a benign gaze that reminded me of a mother's face when she gets to hold her child for the first time. When her gaze turned to Bob it changed to a bittersweet grin that resembled a look a thug gave to someone they fairly could stand being near.

"Why hello Bobby~! What brings you to my humble sanctum?" she asked with a teasing upbraid.

"Well, it's been so long I thought I would drop by to see you and your perverse attitude, Alanna~", Bob replied smiling at his own clever remark.

The atmosphere changed rapidly as Bob and Alanna shared a silent stern smile to each other. After a minute, the atmosphere died down and Alanna's gaze returned to me once Bob stood down letting her win. The benign gaze returned and her eyes softened to a light winter mint swirled with a silver-gray mist. She stept closer to me holding a stance filled with dexterity and asked, "So whats your name lil' fella? I'm Alanna and I'm eighteen."

"I-I'm P~Ponyboy... I'm sixteen." I stuttered out enchanted by her voice that carried a musical tune.

For a few moments she stared at me in a way that looked like a child who got the one gift they wanted most for Christmas She didn't say a thing and I was starting to worry she would laugh, but then she grabbed me and held me tightly to her chest cooing in my hair about how I was now her cute little baby forever. Before I could ever ask her to let go or beg Bob to help, he softly tugged her away asking, "Alanna, may I have a word with ya?"

Alanna spared me a glance before nodding and silently following Bob to an isolated corner. I stayed and frozen in place enjoying the warmth that emitted from the kitchen through the window and the soft chatter surrounding me. I glanced over to see Alanna's face painted with a look of unutterably and complete understanding as Bob told her of my story. Once he stepped talking, Alanna only nodded and whispered something that made Bob hug her a little to tightly. Alanna was softly laughing and slapped Bob upside the head once he released her. They slowly made their way back over to me, and once again I found myself nuzzled into Alanna's arms.

"Well Ponyboy, Alanna here has agreed to take you under her "Angel Wings" as she calls them So now you have a place to crash and a job. No need to thank me." Bob stated with a grin.

For a few moments I nearly forgot how to breath as I looked at Bob and Alanna in disbelief. Time seemed to stand still and before i knew it I was hugging both of them repeatedly thanking them over and over. After that Alanna treated me and Bob to some home-made country fried steaks and soda's, then Bob stood saying he had to hit the road and get back before anyone grew susspeasuse and told me to be a good boy for my new 'mommy' and that he would call the first thing in the morning to check up on me and make visiting plans. Me and Alanna stood on the porch waving our last good-byes as Bobs car disappeared behind the over grown wood.

"Well, seems like we better be hiding home ourself to Sunny Boy." Alanna said hugging me softly with a caring smile painted on her face.

"Yeah..." I answered her slowly fallowing her to her car and towards my new life.