Okay, so basically what inspired me to write this was a movie called A Bronx Tale (which everyone should see)!

Summary: A black, 15-year-old girl comes to Tulsa...this is mainly a Ponyboy fic.

Warnings: Well, if you have some huge thing where you can't read anything about racial conflict and how it really was in the 60s, then don't read this.

Rated PG-13 for a little bit of profanity, a good deal of racial slurs/offensive racial comments (—don't worry, I won't get carried away with it)

Chapter 1: Arriving in Tulsa

I was too damn tired for moving. I didn't exactly want to hear my mother yelling for me to help out with the boxes either, but I forced myself to get up. As I made my way outside, I stopped by a full-size mirror that had just been unloaded from the moving truck.

God, I hate this, I thought wiping small beads of sweat away with a handkerchief.

"Jacklyn!!!" I rolled my eyes as I continued on my path out the door.

"Yeah, mom?" My mother also looked rather hot under the bright rays of the sun. She was carrying a large box rather easily. My mom's kind of strong compared to your average 32-year-old woman. She had a very stressed expression on her face, and I felt a pang of guilt in my heart–for what, I don't know. I always felt guilty when she had to work double shifts or when she had to stay up all night to finish her homework for the college she was attending. If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have to go through all this...Well, it's not my fault. My mother had always told me not to blame myself for things that couldn't be helped, but I still couldn't help but think back on the story she told me a few years ago: the night of her seventeenth birthday, the night she had been brutally raped by her own boyfirend.

I cringed at the memory of the tears that had filled her eyes when she finally completed her story through all the uncontrollable sobs. I guess she must have noticed that wasn't exactly in tune with the world around me because instead of completing her request for me to help her with the boxes, she finished the job by herself.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I didn't try to help her or anything. I did, but she just told me to at least get out of the way of the movers if I wasn't going to do anything, so I did.

I ventured over to the car and decided to see what was on the radio. I turned the key just enough to have the car on without actually starting it and sunk back into the front seat, closing my eyes to the sound of The Cadillacs, one of my favorite groups:

The girl I love, she's going away.

The girl I love, she's going to stay.

I'll dream of her each day she's gone.

Her love was true and I was true.

I could feel my eyes getting heavy even though I'd slept during the whole car ride to Tulsa.

"Hey, it's Sleeping Beauty!" screamed a shrill voice.

My eyelids sprang open as I came face to face with a greasy-haired hood. His gray eyes were probably only a few inches away from mine and let me tell you, that was certainly the most uncomfortable position I've ever been in. His breath smelled strongly of stale cigarettes and the scent just about suffocated me as he let out a loud guffaw right in my face.

Suddenly, my vision was cleared as another boy pulled his friend (I guess) away from me. I hopped out of the car, frustrated with the four boys that had gathered around me.

"Sorry, Two-Bit here gets a little rowdy sometimes. I'm Sodapop." The guy that had gotten Two-Bit away from me, stuck out his hand, politely smiling. He was around average height and was real good-looking to say the least. He also had an adorable smile.

Reluctantly, I took his hand, curiously gazing at the people on either side of me.

"Oh," he said, realizing my predicament, and introduced them all.

There was Johnny Cade who was kind of small and shy-looking. He sort of grinned at me underneath a wall of black bangs that fell over his eyes.

Standing beside him was Ponyboy, who Sodapop classified as his younger brother. He was shy too, like Johnny, but not so much. He was good-looking also (believe me, he really was.......) with reddish-brown hair that was slicked back behind his ears in an extremely flattering way. His eyes were a light shade of green, contrasting the creamy color of his skin...

I brought myself back to life when Two-Bit asked what my name was. Normally, I wouldn't tell just anybody my name, or I'd at least give them a phony one, but I guess I just wasn't thinking too clearly anymore.

"Jacklyn...well, you can call me Jackie."

Soda nodded, looking around at the truck sitting in the driveway.

"Where are you from," he asked, running a hand through his heavily oiled hair.

"New Jersey," I responded, suddenly feeling extremely homesick.

"Jersey, that's up near New York right?" Ponyboy rolled his eyes at Two-Bit's question, which I was about to answer when my mom called me inside.

"Well, I have to go..." I said quickly, feeling the silences that seemed to be sneaking into our conversation start to thicken.

I began to jog back towards the house, pausing for a moment as Sodapop called after me, "Hey, how about we show you around sometime?"

I shrugged and said "Okay." They headed back to a house diagonal from my new home.

"Who were those boys," my mom asked as I entered the door.

"Just some neighbors, I guess," I said, plopping down on the only vacant space on our couch.

"Alright, but be careful, alright?"

She had a worried expression on her face, so I just nodded instead of questioning her motives like I had the habit of doing lately. I didn't exactly know what she meant by 'be careful', but I wasn't going to argue.

Okay, people, not much action going on in the first chapter, but it will pick up by number 2. Please read and review, maybe some ideas...?

Oh yeah, and if you have read my other fic ("The Boy in the Next Row") and you are constantly asking yourself where the hell does she get all these songs from, then I suggest you refer to ! I don't think you could find them anywhere else! See ya at the next chapter!