Hey, so I've been reliving my love of The Outsiders, which has been my favorite book since I read it in the 7th grade, and I remember thinking about this. I'm not going to go through the entire story with my OC in it, it's just how her and Ponyboy meet and her back story. Just telling you, this isn't going to end up as a romance. I though about it, but I'd like it better if they just stayed friends. Plus, in the book Ponyboy said he wasn't interested in girls yet and I want to keep to that.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders.

The whole gang sat in our living room. We weren't doing too much, just sitting around. Darry sat in his chair, Steve had pulled a chair from the table over, Two-Bit sat on the floor next to me, and Alex sat on the couch next to Soda.

I glanced up at her. She was sitting with one leg stretched in front of her, occasionally kicking Soda, and the other up on the coffee table. It had to be the most un-lady like way a girl could've sat. She wore her usual white tank top, jeans that were about five sizes too big held up with a black belt, tennis shoes, and her beaten-up leather jacket. She knew that she didn't dress the way other girls did and always caught crap for it at school, and she never cared. She told us that she dressed to be comfortable, not to impress others.

Alex had to have been the toughest girl I had ever met. She could hold her own in a fight; Darry even said she could pack a punch, even though she didn't look that strong. She had real long dark hair, all the way to her waist that she always kept in a thick braid. She told me that she liked to use it for a weapon, and she was right. She had smacked me with it once, and that thing hurt. Her eyes were such a dark blue, they almost looked violet, and she hated them. Said it was too girly of a color, which always made us laugh.

Right now her eyes held their usual hard stare. That stare had gotten her out of a lot of trouble with guys, simply because she could terrify them if she wanted to. But with how well I knew her, I could see right through that mask. She put up that front to protect herself, and it wasn't that hard to understand why.

She looked over at me for a moment. I looked down quickly, hopefully before she noticed I had been looking at her. It wasn't that I liked her like that; Alex could make anyone nervous when she looked at them.

Smiling to myself, I thought back to when we first met. I remembered liking her real fast because she was different from any other girl I had met. It was only after I talked to her did I realize just how different she was.

Let me say this real quick. I accept criticism and ideas on how to improve the story. But I do not accept insults. This story may not follow what we would think of the characters, but that's why it's called fan fiction. If you do not like my story, then don't read it. If I didn't follow the way of life in the 1960s, then I'm sorry. This is a work of fiction and I don't feel the need to change my story to accomodate that, so I am not giving a history lesson with this. It's just what's in my head.

I feel the need to say that because I read some reviews on another story for The Outsiders that were just insulting her and what she had written, saying that it was cliche and didn't follow the characters. It wasn't even that bad, I wanted to know where it would have gone, but she discontinued it because of all the negative remarks.

That being said, please be respectful. I'll update when I can, but no guarantees with work and school and me being a procrastinator.

Ciao,

Kris