Disclaimer: I don't own the outsiders, I only wish I did. They belong to S.E Hinton.

Chapter One-Not Myself Tonight

I'm dancing a lot and I'm taking shots I'm feeling fine
I'm kissing all the boys and the girls
Someone call the doctor cause I lost my mind

Cause I'm doing things that I normally won't do
The old me's gone I feel brand new
And if you don't like it fuck you

The music's on and I'm dancing
I'm normally in the corner just standing
I'm feeling unusual
I don't care cause this is my night

My name is Stacy Randle. I am Steve Randle's cousin, and I live in the country. I do not like it there. There's no action and nothing to do. I haven't been to Tulsa to visit Steve since I was young because my parents have always told me I would get into too much trouble there. I believe them, too. I like trouble. Even in the country, where there is nothing anywhere except grass and cows, I manage to get into trouble. Never anything big, just pranks and things like that. I've never done something big enough to get arrested or anything, just big enough to get grounded.

One year ago, my father left us. He had been having an affair and decided to leave us for the other family. I cried myself to sleep for months, hoping he would come back. He hasn't though, and I don't think he will. My mother took it really hard, and she clung to me a lot. Money is tight now though, since my mother can't bring in enough money for both of us. I suggested I go stay with Steve for a while. She was really reluctant to let me go, because she said I would get into too much trouble and she would miss me too much, but I wore her down. She really needs the extra money, and while I'll miss her too, I can't wait to be on my own in the city.

It was Saturday morning, and I had my bags packed and was ready to go. I came down the stairs slowly, sad that I was leaving and went into the kitchen. My mother and I ate lunch together, we didn't say very much though. I would miss her badly, and didn't want to talk too much in case I ended up crying. After we ate, I gave her a long hug and she kissed my forehead.

"Goodbye, baby. I'll come visit soon." She told me, and I was starting to bawl, so I hugged her again and said goodbye. Then I turned and left, hopping into my beat-up old red pickup truck and starting it up. I'm 16, so I just got my licence this year. I haven't driven this far before though. With one last look at my house I drove off, towards Tulsa.

When I got to Steve's house, it was quiet. It was already getting dark outside, and I stretched from the long car ride. I knocked at the door and after a few minutes it swung open.

"Hi, Aunt Ella!" I said, smiling. She looked the same as I remember her, short with dark hair and eyes and a light complexion. She was different though, she looked worn out, tired. She was wearing an apron and smiled when she saw me.

"Stacy, come on in! There's a room upstairs for you, it's the first door on the left," she told me, inviting me in. I dragged my suitcase up the stairs and into the room. It was small, but cozy. There was one window and a single-sized bed pressed up against the wall. On the opposite side of the room was a dresser with a mirror above it. It was simple, but I liked it. I unpacked my things and slid my bag under my bed. Then I went back downstairs.

"Hey, so where is everyone?" I asked Aunt Ella. By everyone, I meant Steve. I figured since he was the same age as me he would be able to show me what people do in this town for fun. She only shrugged and told me they were around town. I stayed in the kitchen, talking with her for a while, but soon enough I got bored. I don't like just sitting around the house; I have to be out doing something. So, I decided to find something to do on my own.

I went upstairs and changed out of my sweatpants. I put on short-shorts and a white button-up shirt. I combed out my curly black hair and headed downstairs. I screamed to Aunt Ella that I was going out and only got a wave for a reply. Wow, if that's what living here is going to be like, I never want to leave.

I walked around, looking for something to do. I turned down one street, then the next. I didn't really know where I was going, but I figured it would be better than sitting around in my room. I turned onto one street and heard loud music playing. I smiled, hoping it would be a party. I followed the music and sure enough, came to a two-story building with people all over it and music blasting.

I walk confidently up to the front door and strode in. I knew no one knew me, but didn't care. There aren't many parties back where I lived, but whenever there was one, I was always center of attention. I loved dancing and drinking and just loosing myself in the fun. It didn't matter who I knew there, by the end of the night, everyone knew me.

I walked up to the bar and asked for a beer. The man who handed it to me was obviously a lot older, and was missing his front teeth.

"You new? Haven't seen you around here much, darlin'" he drawled. I took to drink from him, told him I was new and turned around. Not my type. At all. He took the hint and went off to hit on someone else.

I had a couple drinks and watched the party, feeling myself get lighter and freer. A couple guys hit on me, but I blew them off. There really seemed to be slim pickings tonight when it came to guys. I decided I was bored of just sitting there and got up to dance. I didn't dance on the floor though; I danced up on the table. I could see I was attracting a crowd, of guys mostly, but ignored them and kept dancing. I loved dancing, swaying with the music. I was pretty good at it too.

After a couple songs, the crowd had begun to cheer me on, hollering and grinning at me. I'll admit, I was getting a little bit slutty, but in my defence I was pretty tipsy. I ended up doing a couple shots then falling off the table. I hit the ground and was stunned at first, then realized (thanks to the alcohol) that it didn't hurt. I jumped back up onto my feet smiling.

"That's going to hurt tomorrow," I said, shrugging it off to the few people who were looking at me concerned. I just laughed and ordered another shot.

After downing in, I felt breath on my neck and knew there was a guy standing behind me. I stood still and slowly turned my head to look up at him from the side. He had blond hair and blue eyes and sharp facial features. Normally, he wouldn't be considered my type, but there was something about him that made him seem different. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me, or maybe it was the way people seemed to look at him, but it was intriguing-almost dangerous. I gave him a sly smile as I looked up at him from under my eyelashes.

"Hi," I said. He smirked at me.

"You're a pretty good dancer," he said to me, still smirking, "until you end up on the floor."

I laughed. If you can't laugh at yourself people can only laugh at you. "Well, I'm going to dance again, maybe this time you could come with me and keep me from falling?" I said, putting my hand on his chest.

"I don't dance." He told me. Any other guy who would have said that I would've convinced him to dance anyways, and told him how much fun it is. But not this guy. He said it in a way that I knew there would be no arguing. If he didn't want to dance, he wouldn't dance.

"What do you do then?" I asked, keeping the conversation going.

He smirked again then roughly pressed his lips to mine, wrapping his arms around me so I was pushed against him. It took me off guard, I wasn't expecting it. It was good though. When he pulled away we were breathing hard. I met his eyes then looked down at his collarbone, tracing it lightly with my finger.

"What you do that for?" I asked, still out of breath.

"I wanted to." He said to me. I looked up and kissed him again, this time kissing back more passionately.

He took his arms from around me and grabbed my hand. "Come with me." He said. And I did. I never do things like this, maybe it was the alcohol. I knew it wasn't though, I was thinking clearly enough to be able to say no if I wanted. But my gut was saying yes. And I always go with what my gut says, it's probably why I always get into trouble.

He led me to a stairway, but before we went up he kissed me again. This time, he pinned me against the wall. I grabbed onto his hair, pulling him closer to me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed against me and I moaned into his mouth, grabbing his hair tighter.

I heard someone yell in the distance, but my mind was racing. My heart was racing. Everything around me existed of him, and only him. I was so wrapped up I didn't realize what was going on when it stopped suddenly and I found myself sitting on the ground, with my back to the same wall.


Author's Note:

So, yes, it's another OC story. I hope you guys will enjoy it! It's kind of based on the song 'The Way I Loved You,' by Taylor Swift, which is why I titled it that. I'm going to try to find a song to name each chapter after too. I know, it's kind of a slow start, but most stories are, I promise it's going to get better. By the way, the events of the book do not happen in this story, but the Curtis parents are dead and Johnny has already gotten jumped by the socs. Anyways, review please! I promise to be updating soon!