HEY GUYS! I watched The Outsiders yesterday and it is such a good movie! I was persuaded by my friend to write this fanfiction so I did. Also, I know the chapters are long but that's only because I don't want to lose interest in my story by writing small chapters so please don't give up on reviewing or reading just because of the length of the chapter. HOPE YOU LIKE IT ELEANOR!

"When I left that movie theatre, I only had two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home…"

Once they were at the park, they had wish they had never came. The wind was blasting against Johnny and Ponyboy's face, completely getting rid of the warmth supplied by the houses they had left. Ponyboy was wearing a singlet and Johnny was wearing a worn out denim jacket. Their clothing didn't keep them warm at all. Sitting up high on the monkey bars, getting even more wind on his face, didn't really help either.
Just then, a car pulled up in the park. It was a mustang. IT WAS THE SOCS! Out they came, looking like snobs which they really were.
"Well, well, well, lookie what we have here. One of those Greaser who tried to pick up our girls at the drive-in," said one guy deliriously.
The words came out as a slur. Johnny then noticed a small drink pite in Bob's hand.
"He's drunk," Johnny whispered to Ponyboy. Ponyboy then jumped off the monkey bars, causing Johnny to follow. They faced their enemies, trying to be brave.
"You know what a greaser is? White trash with greasy hair," Bob sneered at them.
"You know what a Soc is? White trash with mustangs and mandras," Ponyboy said. He then spat on him.
"You need a bath kid. Dave, give him a bath!"
Johnny and Ponyboy instinctively knew to turn around and run. Despite being fast for both of thems, they didn't walk a few metres before they were grabbed by their arms. Johnny fell to the ground, feeling blurry as his head collided with the concrete. The gang forgot about him and picked up Ponyboy by his arms, heading towards the fountain.
It was only Neil's second day in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in the 1965 summer holidays. Neil Campbell was 14 years old when he had to go to Tulsa for his Dads work. He hated it. He had lived here when he was seven and left to Los Angeles when he was 10 and now he realised how bad of a town it was. His mum, brother and sister got to stay in luxury at the film capital of the world while he had to be stuck in a bogan city for three months. He had decided to go for a stroll at five o'clock and he turned down a road and didn't know how to come back. It was 11pm and he still wasn't home. He had called to his Dad to explain, only to find he was too busy for work.
He was walking behind many trees lined in a row that engorged a park next to a fountain. He then heard many sounds.
The sound of a water coming out of a fountain…
The sound of something coughing and gasping…
The sound of teenagers cheering on their friends…
The sound of someone stepping on the ground…
Neil looked through the trees and saw the site. The Socs were submerging Ponyboy in the water. Dunking him in the water for five seconds then giving him air for two. They were cheering on as Ponyboy coughed and gasped, water splashing everywhere.
Just then, he noticed Johnny from the ground. He was walking closer to the fountain, to the boys, doing it slowly, like the Psycho mother stalking her victims. Neil then noticed…A POCKET KNIFE IN HIS HAND! Neil put his hand over his mouth in shock. HE WAS GOING TO KILL THAT BOY!
And in a split second, Johnny came up behind David and stabbed him in the back. David screamed and let go of Ponyboy, who fell to the ground. He was unconscious. Dave turned around and couldn't fight back as Johnny continued stabbing him over and over in the stomach, his abdomen, stomach, pelvis, forehead. Neil was sick! It was like a movie!
All his friends were going to fight Johnny back but when they saw Johnny continue to stab David over and over again in anger, they stepped back and made a run for their car. Johnny finally withdrew the knife, spinning around. He turned to the trees…Neil made eye-contact with Johnny. He looked at him with the bloody knife. Neither of them moved.
Reality set in that Neil was looking at the eyes of a murderer and sprinted off. Johnny turned around and pulled Ponyboy to the ground. Ponyboy was unconscious, saturated and Johnny couldn't be bothered waking him up so he waited for Ponyboy to wake himself up.

Neil was sprinting off. He was a witness to a murder! A MURDER! He couldn't believe it. This boy was evil. He had seen Neil. Oh no! HE HAD SEEN HIM! Neil couldn't believe it. If he recognized him, he would end up like the boy he just killed.
Neil slowed down. He looked at the street. Bell Street. THAT WAS THE STREET OF HIS DADS HOUSE! YES! HE WAS HOME! Neil began walking down the street as he mulled things over.
Neil walked past the gas station while setting off home. He saw a brochure that read-WINDRIXVILLE FARMING AREA. Windrixville! Neil used to go to Church over there. Now that church is abandoned. Hey wait! THE CHURCH! Neil knew he had to run so that this murderer wouldn't come after him. He had to hide in this church…for four days. Just four days and he would return.
Neil got home and opened the door.
"HELLO?"
He walked into the house. Sure enough, his Dad was lying on the couch after a hards day work. Neil couldn't blame him.
Neil walked into his room and sighed. Okay, you are doing this! He grabbed his backpack and opened his wardrobe. He only packed some of his clothes. Despite being just a backpack, it put a lot of accessories in. He packed his clothes, toothbrushes, movies, gel, deodorant. He looked at the kitchen knife…should he bring it? Just in case, self-protection. He put in the backpack. He then grabbed his packed backpack and sleeping bag. He went out onto the table and started writing a note.

"Hey Dad,
Sorry I was late, I got lost. I'm going over to Grandad's house tomorrow and the night after I'll be going to Dylan's house for a sleepover. Then the next day I'll being going to the drag races and then staying the night at Grandad's house. I'll be back in four days. You probably won't see me during the afternoon cause I'll be wondering around the town. CYA SOON!"

His father was so going to buy that. Then, at the dead of night, 12am, Neil came outside and got his bike up. Putting on his helmet, his backpack on his back and his sleeping bag on his arm, Neil rode out of the house…to safety.

Ponyboy woke up. He was dizzy. All he remembered was water…and blood. Blood is thicker than water. He was saturated in water and there was blood next to him. Ponyboy's eyes wondered towards the source of blood. Johnny was shaking. He had a bloodied pocket knife next to Dave. Blood was coming from Dave from all directions…he was dead.
"I killed him," Johnny muttered, "I killed that boy. I killed him." Ponyboy was in such a state of shock to react to his friend. Not shocked by the body but by his attack. Shocked that he couldn't remember.
"I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Go ahead, man. I won't look at you," I said. I needed to comfort him somehow. I found out pretty suddenly but I realise this is hard for my friends. "I won't look."
I lean in closer when I hear Johnny crying, convincing me to touch his shoulder. "Are you all right?" I looked at Dave. The dead boy was lying on his stomach. He had stab marks in his back but most of the blood was coming from his stomach and head.
"You really did kill him?" I asked, more of a question than a pointing out.
Johnny struggled with his reply. I couldn't blame him. "I had to... they were drowning you. They might have killed you. They were gonna beat me up."
Johnny begins to whimper so I bring him into a hug. "What happened to the other guys?" I asked.
"They all ran. They all ran off when I stabbed him." He has trouble saying "stabbed him."

Johnny knocked on the pub door. The pub where Dallas worked and slept. When he knocked, an old man opened the door. You got the impression this man really didn't like kids.
"What do you boys want?" he asked impatiently.
"We gotta see Dallas," Johnny said, knowing the old man was judging the crap out of him right now.
"He's busy," the man said. Johnny and Ponynoy interpreted this as "Fuck off, this place isn't for kids."
"Tell him it's Ponyboy and Johnny, man," "anybody said.
"He'll come," Johnny added, trying his hardest to convince this old man. The old man groaned, another way of saying "How about NO!"
"Come on," Ponyboy said. His cool voice and smile was pretty persuasive.
The old man groaned, this time saying "Fine I'll do it." He closes the door as Johnny and Ponynoy waited. They looked out the window and saw a shirtless Dallas coming though the bright lights of the hotel.
The door swung open, revealing Dallas and his stomach muscles. "What do you guys want?"
"Johnny killed a Soc," I blurted out. I said it fast because I knew Dallas was impatient and needed quick persuasion.
"What?" Dallas asked, clearly stunned by the sudden words. "All right, good for you. Let's go."
"We thought you could get us out... if anyone could," Ponyboy pleaded.
"I'm sorry to get you away from this party...but I don't know what to do," Johnny pleaded.
"It's fine. I was just trying to get some sleep," Dallas said, "I got in a fight with Shepard tonight. Get in, I'll see what I can do."
Moments later, Johnny and Ponyboy were in Dallas' bedroom. It was a tiny hotel room but Dallas was no stranger to conditions that were anything but luxurious.
"Are you wet?" Dallas asked Johnny.
"I'm okay," the young boy said.
"You'll die of pneumonia before the cops ever get you," Dallas said. He turned to Neil.
"Hey, stupid, take your sweatshirt off. You'll freeze to death." He then handed Ponyboy a buttoned shirt with sketches on it. It was oversized and extremely warm.
"I wish I had a weed now," Dallas said to himself. He then grabbed some money. "Here's $25. I'm not anxious to tell your brother and get my head kicked in."
"Then don't," Ponyboy added in. He then sat next to Johnny and Ponyboy, ready to explain the plan.
"Take the train to Windrixville. There's an abandoned church on top of Jay Mountain. There's a pump in the back, so you don't have to worry about water. There is a store a few hundred metres from the church so get a weeks supply of food. Then don't so much as stick your noses out the door. Am I clear?" Ponyboy and Johnny nod. "I'll be there when everything is cool."
He then noticed the boys worried faces. They were freaked out. "Relax. lt'll work out." Ponyboy and Johnny sighed, nodding their heads. It could work out. And if it didn't, it was better than staying in this town.

Neil was riding his bike through the forest. He couldn't believe he was doing this. IT WAS CRAZY! Maybe the murderer might not find him. Maybe he's already been caught. Maybe all this "maybe" shit made him unsure but he had to be safe.
Neil was riding in a shortcut of the forest. If you took the shortcut on a bike, it would take the same amount of time as a train going to the long way. Neil couldn't believe this. It was freezing. It was 2:14 in the morning. He was brushing past forests in the darkness that could be filled with god knows what. The light torch attached to his helmet only illuminated a few metres in front of him. He had left his town, lied to my Dad and Grandad and have no more safety anymore.
Neil swerved into a path an hour and a half later. His legs were aching, his feet had blisters, his face was freezing but he knew he was close to the church…close to safety. He rode about a kilometre when he saw the church, illuminated against the backdrop of the sky. Neil smiled. He was there!
He rode down the hill, walking his bike. The door was closed so he found a window frame with pieces of wood nailed from outside. Neil, with all his might and strength, picked up his bike…and threw it into the pieces of wood. The pieces of wood were smashed and Neil had to smash them a bit more to allow space to walk through the frame and into the house.
He brought the bike into the house and set it. Then, he found a clean part of the house and set out his sleeping bag. He fell onto the bag and surveyed the church. It was completely dark. Dust and debris flooded the floor. Pieces of broken and wooden chairs were the only furniture. It was just dust…abandoned.
Hours of riding, aching, freezing, planning, thinking, hating and travelling finally made Neil fall into a deep slumber.

HOW DID YOU LIKE IT? These three boys will meet somehow!