A/N: I guess this would be considered AU b/c it doesn't really work within the book, nor before or after it…so yeah. Not much else to say, but this is my first fic, so r&r and flame if you want. I don't care…I ignore them anyway, unless they have constructive criticism anyway. So have fun! Oh…and some of the characters might be OOC a little, but since I am not S. E. Hinton, it is basically impossible for them to be perfect!
Disclaimer: Not mine…duh…mentioned it up there ^^
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There was quite a difference in this part of the town. Quite contrary to what she had seen of the other part of Tulsa, where her and her mom just moved to. Mom said my friends in my old town were a bad influence, so we moved. And now we are here…Tulsa, Oklahoma…
There was a definite contrast from my part of town. There all the houses were large and nicely decorated, with nice cars. Here the houses were more run down and it wasn't as nice.
I kicked a soda can and it skittered a few feet, stopping in front of another person. I looked at him, his blonde hair and icy blue eyes, which were intent on me… "No way in hell." I muttered as his all familiar face brought back a whirlwind of memories.
Both he and I ended up in the cooler for our own reasons, and I was just lucky enough to meet up with him there. I lived out in Muskogee, Oklahoma for a while, and, now that I saw good 'ol Dallas Winston anyway, I remembered he lived in Tulsa. Stupid me!
"If that IS you Melanie Kristen, you still owe me twenty bucks for that poker game you lost so damn horribly!" He said with a laugh.
"Well what if it isn't me Dallas Winston?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.
"Heck, nobody ever had such stringy blonde hair but you!" He replied, a small smile creeping on his face.
"Excuse me? My hair is not stringy."
"Uh…yeah it is." And unfamiliar voice said behind me.
"See? Even Soda agrees." Dally said.
"Soda? Don't tell me you are talking to inanimate objects again Dal," I sighed.
"Last time I checked I was alive…" The voice said.
I spun to face a gang of snickering guys, all with their hair greased back. One was pinching himself, the others prodding him. A general consensus was reached that he was indeed alive. I felt an arm sling about my shoulders and looked up to see Dally. "The one you called inanimate is Sodapop Curtis, the bulky one is Darrel Curtis, but we call him Darry, that's Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis, and Steve Randle," he said, pointing to each one.
The one in the back, wearing a Mickey-Mouse shirt waved at Dally. "You forgot 'bout me!" He said.
Dally snorted. "She doesn't need to know you."
"O' course she does!" He said offended. "I am Keith Matthews, or Two-Bit," he said with a bow.
The guy I remember Dally introducing as Darry placed a hand on Two-Bit's head and pushing it downward so he lost his balance and fell. Everyone broke out into laughter as Two-bit scowled up at them from the ground. I felt bad, but had to laugh along. "So these are the friends I heard so much about…" I said with a laugh.
"You heard about us?" Two-bit said, immediately jumping up off the ground, walking over, and opening his arms to give Dally a hug. "Aw! I didn't know you cared so much!" He said, and Dally shoved him away.
"I don't," He said coldly.
I laughed at them, "Yes he does," I said, sticking my tongue out at Dally. "All he talked about were his greaser friends…"
"Not my fault the cooler is borin' as hell," he replied simply.
"Well now that this chick knows all our names, who the hell is she?" Ponyboy asked.
"Name is Melanie, or Laney," I replied.
"Well Laney, where ya crashin'?" Steve asked.
"My mom bought a house over on the west side," I replied, slightly confused at their reactions. "What?" I asked.
"Ya'll are livin' with the socs?" Dally asked, looking at me, moving towards his friends.
"Um…What the hell are socs?" I asked.
"They are the rich assholes that live on the west side of town," Pony explained.
"Their hobbies include kickin' the crap out of people on the east side of town." The quiet Johnny Cade said.
-So he does talk…- I thought to myself. I noticed how he was so quiet, only laughing when others laughed, and his brown eyes…they looked like a sad puppy's eyes…I snapped out of my daze, Dally calling my name.
"Laney! Earth to Laney!" He said, his blue eyes cold again.
"Huh…what?" I asked.
"We gotta be goin'. See ya 'round," He said and the group all turned and left.
What a strange group of guys I thought as I made my way back home.
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so…um there is the first chapter…please review! Or I will have to sic the evil peeps bunny on you! RAWR! lol