A/N: Okay so...I am doing this Ponyboy fic because well his character and my OC are much closer to my age, which I think might make it easier to write and I'm going to try my best, as I always do! But I am also in the middle of writing one other story so my updates might not always be so fast, but I usually don't take long to update soo :) By the way this is in the POV of Valerie (Two-Bit's little sister).

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders...S.E. Hinton does. I only own Valerie Mathews!

I woke up to the sound of that god awful alarm clock and I threw it against the wall. I hated waking up for school and what made matters worse was that I was in all the smart people classes with that dork, Ponyboy. It's like he lives and breathes school, but I guess Darry doesn't give him any other option. It didn't even make any sense, me being smart. I couldn't care less about school, yet I got moved up a grade because of how well I did with my test scores.

I tried to go back to sleep, but a rough pounding came from my bedroom door, followed by, "Hey, kid! Get your lazy ass up!" I knew it was Dally, just by his voice and that made me smile a little. Dally was like the big brother I wished Two-Bit could be. Dally was cool, rough, tough, and everything hood. Not to mention he was hot. But I really didn't think of him like that, just as a brother. I was curious as to what he was doing there though; everyone usually ate breakfast at the Curtis house, which I wasn't exactly happy about.

I guess Dally was getting impatient because he threw open my door and yelled at me, "Get up!"

"I don't want to, asshole," I mumbled from under my sheets. He ripped the sheets off of me, grabbed me, and threw me over his shoulder. I pounded on his back, but he just wouldn't let me down. Eventually when we got to the kitchen he set me down, but not very gently. I looked around at the faces in my kitchen and noticed the following people were there; Steve, Soda, Two-Bit, Johnny, and Ponyboy. I glared at Pony and he glared back, until I finally won the glare off.

"What's everyone doin' here?" I asked Two-Bit, who was busy chugging down a beer.

"I thought we'd change it up a little. Have you cook us breakfast," he replied. He must have been kidding because he knew how much I hated to cook.

"What are you high? I ain't cookin' shit," I answered with a laugh.

"Hey! Watch the language, you're still a kid ya know."

"I'm not a kid."

"Sure ya are!" he chuckled. God, my brother is such an idiot.

"Dal, am I a kid?" I questioned.

"You're the youngest in the gang, little one."

"I'm barely part of the gang. And even so, he's only two months older than me," I said, jerking my thumb at Pony.

"Doesn't matter. You're still the youngest."

"What is everyone actually doin' here?" I asked no one in particular.

"Wanted to see how much of the gang I could get over here by tellin' 'em that I had a surprise for 'em," Two-Bit joked.

"We should be eatin' right now, but your idiot brother has now screwed up the morning for us," Pony complained.

"Oh shut up," I snapped at him.

"I'm not arguin' with you so don't bother."

I was about to say something back when my mother stumbled into the house. She wasn't the best mom and she was probably the reason why Two-Bit and I turned out the way we did, but I still loved her. She was funny when she wasn't drunk and even funnier when she was.

"Hey, mom," I greeted her.

"Hi, honey. Hi, kids. I'm just gonna head upstairs, I had a rough night," she laughed. It sounded like a forced laugh though. She was probably getting hassled by all the guys at the bar that she worked at. She was just a bartender, which now that I think about it is probably why she's always drinking. Two-Bit glared after her, but it wasn't because of any hate he had for her. It was just because he didn't like the job she had.

"Well I'm gonna go get ready so you guys better wait for me," I ordered. I left the kitchen and made my way upstairs when I heard Pony say,

"Can we just leave her?"

He really didn't like me anymore than I liked him and we both always made a point to show it. The first time we met, when we were six, I poured sand all over his head at school and he threw some back at me. We ended up getting in trouble and he cried to get out of it. Then I told him he was a baby or something like that and he told on me. After that everything he did just got on my nerves and I'm pretty sure he felt the same way about me.

I looked through my closet to pick out my clothes and decided on a black mini skirt and a pink short-sleeved shirt that went off both shoulders. I chose my black two inch heels to go with it the rest of the outfit. It was only September so it was still warm out. I looked at in the mirror and asked myself if Two-Bit would approve of my outfit and my answer was no so the outfit was perfect. I brushed out my naturally, chocolate brown, pin-straight hair and cursed myself for having it. Once I had a little make-up on I walked down the stairs and noticed that the guys were gone. Damn Ponyboy and his stupid ideas. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked outside to see that the guys were; in fact, waiting for me.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Two-bit shouted at me. I was very satisfied at this because it was pretty much my life dream to annoy Two-Bit to no end. It's not easy to annoy Two-Bit though. The only thing that I do that really annoys him is dress like the way I do. He thinks if I dress like that then guys will be hanging around me all the time, which is kind of what I want.

"Clothes," I answered simply.

"Go change."

"Let me think about that," I pretended to consider getting changed, "No."

"What's wrong with what she's wearin'?" Dally questioned.

"Ponyboy would you date her?" Two-Bit asked out of the blue. What the hell is wrong with him?

"No," Pony replied fatly. Ass.

"Exactly. If a good kid like Pony ain't gonna date her than that means some hood's gonna snatch her up."

"I hate to tell you, but some hood has already snatched me up," I interfered with their conversation. Two-Bit gave me a questioning look and to avoid telling him who it was I started walking down the drive-way.

"Who's this hood?" Two-Bit inquired, chasing after me. He grabbed the beer out of my hand and started to drink it so I took it back with ease.

"None of your business." It really was none of his business. All my life he's been bossing me around and acting some he's hot shit just because he's older than me.

"I think it is," he pressed on. If there was one thing besides drinking, that he was good at, it was getting on my nerves.

"I know who it is," Pony bragged from behind me. I stopped abruptly and turned around to face him.

"You better keep your mouth shut," I threatened him.

He looked to the ground and then finally up at me, "Just kiddin'." I don't know why he didn't tell Two-Bit that I was seeing this guy, but I didn't really care about his reason. I smirked at him and continued to walk towards school. If only Two-Bit's car wasn't in the shop; then we wouldn't be walking. Eventually Soda told us that he had to head back to his house so Darry could take him to work and Dally asked if he could bum a ride. Two-Bit and Steve got caught up talking about something stupid, probably, so that left me walking next to Pony and Johnny. I'd forgotten Johnny was even with us because he was being so quiet.

"So Johnny Cakes, what's new with you?" I smiled at him. He was on my left side, while Pony was on my right so it made it easier to ignore Pony.

"Not much," he said quietly. Poor kid, well he was older than me but whatever, always getting abused by his parents.

"You wanna come over after school?"

"Sure, sounds fun," he answered.

"Johnny, I thought you were comin' over my house?" Pony interrupted us. God, sometimes I just wanted to punch him in the face.

"Oh...right. Sorry, Valerie. You can come over to Pony's house with us though." Yeah, right. Like I'd ever want to voluntarily go over Ponyboy's house.

"Um, that's okay, Johnny. We'll hang out some other time...when he's not around."

"Hey! I can still hear you, ya know!" Pony commented.

"Was I talking to you?" I snapped at him again.

"No, but maybe if you didn't talk about me like I wasn't here then-"

"Do you ever stop talking!" I threw my hands up in frustration as I walked ahead of the two boys. I heard Johnny mumble something to Pony and it sounded like Pony got mad so whatever it was; go Johnny!

I got into first period and took my seat next to some Soc who was already looking at me funny. I really hated when they did that; looked at us like we meant less than them. I flipped him off and he smirked at me before looking back to the teacher. It would have been an okay class if it weren't for that teacher. He was always confusing me with all these poems and stuff. I just really didn't understand it, but Ponyboy did. And that's what bothered me the most about that class.

A/N: So how was that? I really would love to hear your opinions! What do you guys think of Valerie? What do you think of her relationships with Pony and Two-Bit? I would love to continue this story so gimme some love! (Oh and sorry if there are any mistakes, my spell-check is not working)