Ok, I know I already have two other stories started, but my brother is wiping our computer, so I had to put this on here so it doesn't get erased... also it's sorta funny and this gives me a variety now of what I can update.

Disclaimer- I don't own The Outsiders.

It was officially the worst day of my life- my best friend in the whole world had moved away. I didn't feel like really doing anything accept lying on my bed and thinking about my screwed up life. I threw my bag down after the last day of school and ran up to my room; this summer was gonna suck. Tara had been my only friend since third grade, and now that she was gone, I had no one. My parents were gone on vacation, so I was home, alone and depressed.

I had been upstairs for ten minutes when I heard a bump from downstairs. I ran to the top of the stairs and I heard talking. I crept into my room and got my softball bat and crept downstairs with it. I opened the door that led to the room the sound was coming from enough to hear what they were saying.

"…I dunno, I couldn't tell you…"one voice said.

"Well how'd we end up here, then?" Said another.

"How am I supposed to know?" All the voices that were talking belong to guys, and that scared me. There were at least four guys in that room and it sounded like more. I ran into the room and hit the first person I reached with the bat. The guy I hit was blonde, very blonde. He grabbed his head and wheeled around to look at me.

"What the hell did you do that for?" he asked. They all were advancing toward me, and before I knew it, they had backed me into a corner.

"Oh damn!" I said to myself and I extended the bat out so they couldn't get to me. There were seven of them, and they all looked like teenage JDs, I didn't stand a chance.

One of them whispered to another, "I think we scared her." They were all looking at me and I felt like a frightened animal, shaking and pale. One of the guys advanced toward me with his hands raised slightly to his chest and he gently tried to pry the bat out of my hands.

"It's okay…We ain't gonna hurt you," he said calmly he took the bat from me and leaned it up against the wall.

Another one of the guys with long rust-colored side burns spoke up, "Yeah, we come in peace." I figured nothing in that room was worth standing up to these guys for, so I just pushed past them and left to go upstairs and call the police.

I had the phone in my hand and was beginning to dial when there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"What?" I called.

"I just wanted to see if you were alright," said a very gentle voice from the other side of the door. I stopped dialing.

"Come in," I called as I opened up the door revealing the handsome guy who had taken away my bat earlier. He looked really familiar but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before. He grined when I opened the door.

"Wanna talk?" he asked me.

"Sure, lets talk!" I snapped as I walked away from the door, "Lets talk about why you and your buddies broke into my house, and why you followed me upto my room! Let talk about why you care about me!" The teen was just standing in the door, and to my surprise, it looked like he was actually listening to what I was saying.

"First can you tell me your name?" he asked calmly.

"What's yours?"

"I asked you first."

"Uh," Damn, I forgot my name! "My name is Bailey."

"Oh, that's a nice name," the guy said still standing in the door, "My name's Sodapop, but you can call me Soda." He grinned that cute little grin again. Wait, I knew that name from somewhere!

"Sodapop Curtis?" I asked.

"Yeah!" he said as he nodded his head.

"Oh my god!" I pushed passed Soda, ran down the stairs, and back into the room where the other six guys were waiting. I sat on the couch opposite of them and put my bag on my lap and started digging through it until I found what I'd been looking for until I found it and pulled it out; my copy of The Outsiders. The guys stared at me with raised eyebrows. I flipped to the fist couple pages with all the descriptions. "Green-grey eyes, brown-red hair, and the youngest," I said to myself and looked up at the guys and scaned them til I found a pair of green-grey eyes looking back at me.

"You!" I pointed to the kid, "Is your name Ponyboy?" Ponyboy nodded taken by surprise. I looked back down at the book and scanned the next description: Ice blue eyes and muscular. I looked up and pointed to the oldest looking guy.

"And you…You're Darryl?" He nodded.

Pretty soon, I had found out all the guys names and Soda had re-entered the room. I stared at them in disbelief.

"What are you guys doing at my house?" I paused, then added, "Let alone this decade…" They stared at me again.

"What'd you mean?" Johnny asked.

"I mean you're in the year 2007! And you're not in Tulsa anymore!" I was getting annoyed with their ignorance.

"That's fucked up…" Dally said.

"Watch your mouth, Winston! I'm not even allowed to say 'damn' yet!" I yelled at him. All of the greasers watched to see what would happen. Dally moved so close to me that if he would've gone another inch, we'd be kissing. I took a step back.

"Uh…do you want me to get an ice pack for your head?" I asked him.

"Yeah, Dallasss," Two-Bit said in a mocking tone and then he giggled, "That bump looks mighty bad! You should get some icccccce!" He giggled again. I stared at him.

"Shut up, Two-Bit." I said calmly. I heard a soft buzzing. Then it stopped. Then it started again. Then it stopped. I looked over to the corner of the room and Steve was playing with the DVD player making it go in and out and in and out. I walked over to him and slapped his hand. It was a good slap too, the one that makes your hand sting. He rubbed his hand with his other one.

"What was that for?" he whined.

"For being a butthead! If anyone wants to know what something is, ask me about it before you brake it!"

"Okaaaay…Then what is this?" Steve asked pointing at the DVD player.

"That, my good man, is a DVD player. You use it to watch movies from one of these disks like this one." I said holding up a DVD.

"And what's this?" Darry asked from across the room pointing at the computer.

"Well, that's a computer…You can download, upload, read, watch TV, play music, talk to friends, talk to strangers, and much more on it." The next half an hour went like that, them pointing out random things in the room and I'd explain them.

"Back in my day, we got along okay without any of this stuff…" Darry said to himself.

"Darry, when you say that, it makes you sound like an old fart, which makes me sound like an old fart since I'm only two years younger than you!" Two-Bit said and put his hand on his back and acted like he was leaning on a cane, "Back in my day, the sky was greener!" he started wagging his imaginary cane at the sky, "And the ground was bluer!" He wagged his cane at the ground. Everyone was laughing by now at Two-Bit's antics. Two-Bit walked into the kitchen.

"And what is this contraption?" he asked pointing at the refrigerator.

"Why that is an ice box." I informed him.

"We know," said Darry, "We had those in the 60s…Two-Bit was just being a smart ass." He thwapped Two-Bit upside the head. Two-Bit tried to hit him back but missed.

"Hey, I'm curious about that CD player thing," Said Pony.

"Yeah, is it kinda like a record player pretty much?" asked Johnny.

"Kinda," I said, "Come here, I'll show you," I brought all the guys back into the living room and I pressed play on the CD player and hoped there was a good song in; "Fergalicious" started playing. At the end of the song the guys stood there silently.

"What is 'Fergalicious'?" asked Steve.

"Um…It's what she calls herself in this song, I guess…" I thought about my definition the same as the guys were probably doing.

Soda spoke up, "So if I wrote a song, I could be Sodalicious?" Everyone in the room had to choke back a laugh at this remark even Soda had a hard time keeping a straight face. Because the way he said it made it sound like 'so delicious.'

"And if he's Sodalicious, I get to be Two-Bitlicious!" Two-Bit remarked. Dallas cocked an eyebrow.

"How 'bout Kiethlicious?" Dallas said smuggly.

"Screw you," Two-Bit said as he stuck his tongue out at Dallas. It turned out to be a huge fight between Dallas and Two-Bit and Darry was trying to referee. I saw things were getting way out of hand, so I whistled as loud as I could and everyone instantly stopped.

"Owwwww! What was that for?" Whined Two-Bit, "Are you trying to make us all deaf?" I really didn't know why I had wanted them to stop, so I thought of the first thing that came to mind.

"Ummm…Do you guys know what an X-Box is?"

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Oops, I also don't own "Fergalicious" and X-Box...you guys probably know that already, but that's just in case...It's better safe than sorry...Heh...I left you with a litle bit of a cliff hanger there...not a big one, but a cliff hanger none the less...By the way, I still think this looks really short, but on Word it was over 6 pages...HAPPY TRAILS!