This is my first fanfiction. Obviously. If there's anyone out there who's reading this, PLEASE let me know what you think. If I should continue or whatever. This story is FLUFFY. If that's not your deal, see ya. Bye. You can probably guess from the title what it will be about. My chapters will probably be short, since this is my first time doing this. Oh, and if you're wondering where in the Outsiders (book, by S.E. Hinton) timeline this took place, I'm going to say before the events in the book. I don't own this book, nor these characters.

Chapter 1:

Ponyboy's POV:

Darry and Soda were out. They always have some sort of agenda going on, it feels like, but me? Well, I'm always just doing my own thing. I remember, it was 7:30 ish in the afternoon. Uh, probably. Darry had a long shift because he had to make up time for our bill payments coming up, and Soda was going out with Steve to karaoke.

Yeah. Karaoke. Steve, understandably, hates it. He really only goes for the sake of Sodapop, who adores going. Soda may be the best person I've ever met, but he's, truthfully, a pretty horrible singer. Trust me, I'd know. I've had to put up with his awful, off-key shower singing everyday for as long as I can remember. Poor Steve.

But anyway, I cherish the time I spend alone. I'm kind of an introvert anyway and I really like to read without being interrupted. Besides, my brothers can be total hoverors. Daddy's always nagging on me for something. Especially homework. And Soda? Well, he seems to feel like I'm upset all the time. He asks if "I'm okay" or if I want to go with him and Steve over to the DX. I normally do take up his offer and go, but it only gives Steve another reason to complain. Two-Bit's funny, but he can strain my nerves. I wouldn't mind Johnny, but Johnny's always following Dallas around, and there are loads of times where I can't put up with Dallas.

Sure, it's nice to be alone.

AND I get the radio ALL to myself.

I sighed happily, momentarily tearing my eyes from my book to get up from the couch. I switched on the radio to see if there was anything good on and plopped back to my seat. I recognized the tune. I probably heard it in Two-Bit's car one morning, I guess. I don't really listen to TOO much music, but somehow, I could remember the catchy lyrics to this song.

I started to sing along slightly, under my breath. At least 60% of the Gang would've socked me for singing, but there was no way for me to bother anyone else now.

Man, this is a good song.

My feet started to tap with the beat and I let my voice grow a little bit louder. Why not? It's just me after all.

Steve's POV:

I was kicking the back of Soda's chair, trying to distance myself from the extremely average singing going on around me. I didn't want to explode. If there was a list of things I hated, Kaereoke would definitely be on that list, not as high as Ponyboy or Socs, but pretty darn close.

Sodapop, however, was having the time of his life.

He turned his head away from the singers to look at me. "Having fun Steve?" Soda was giving me a hopeful grin. I wanted to lie to him, sure, but I couldn't. It's tough to lie to Soda.

"Not really," I replied bitterly, still kicking his chair, "How long until we're leaving?"

"Uhhhhh..." Soda reeled his head around the room searching for a clock while I absentmindedly gazed at a the girls who had FINALLY finished their singing. I should have asked one out. They weren't too Socy.

Soda yelped, making me forget the girls, and aim my gaze towards him instead. He spoke. "Wow! It's 8:00? Aw," he groaned, "I told Pony I'd be back BY 8:00. He might be upset." Soda looked really angry with himself and started getting up to go.

It astonished me how much Sodapop fawns over his little brother. Truthfully, the kid's pretty annoying, and if we were ANYWHERE else, I would've tried to convince Soda to stay a little longer to mess with Pony.

I got up too. "Alright. See ya then..." Maybe I could draw out our hang out time. "unless...you wanna swing by somewhere else?" I honestly wouldn't mind spending an hour or two more with Soda if his singing wasn't involved.

But he shook his head. "Sorry, Steve. I really oughta head back. See you around!" He jogged off to the door and left, waving while he rushed out.

Worth a shot. Too bad. I should count my blessings, though. Now I get to leave this stupid place.

I jumped out of my seat too and headed outside.

No more karaoke for me.

Well? What are the thoughts? I'll put more chapters up soon (hopefully), haha!

Kate (SeaLass7)