Hello everybody….it's cms4ever and cleo4ever44 here with this new story. We've decided to co-write this story together. As you can tell it's an outsider fanfic. We've watched 'A Bronx Tale' 'Our deal by west coast' and plenty of more things to get our idea. In our story the year is 2011, yes we are aware that the outsiders happened around 19th century but it is our story and this is what we choose to do.

We do not own any of the outside characters, but as for the oc characters and plot….it's all ours. So don't go posting our story somewhere else without our permission. If you are, contact Cms4ever or cleo4ever44 first.

Warning: There will be many racist events going on. We do not intend to offend anyone in this time, so I apologize ahead of time if that does happen.

Summary: Ponyboy Curtis falls for the new girl. One problem….she's black. Ponyboy thinks color shouldn't be an issue, but people think other wise. Lucy Keith isn't the perfect chick Ponyboy thought her to be. She has her secrets; the question is what is it? Lucy and Ponyboy will face many problems in there relationship before any fairytale ending.


The color's Black

I really didn't want to leave Ponyboy back at the dinner. At the same time, I wanted to go with what my told me. She called to tell me I had to come home right away. It was something about this dinner we had to attend. The thought made me sick to my stomach. I didn't want to go to 'dinner' at some random person's house.

My gigantic house came into view as I walked along the sidewalk. At times like these I wish I was old enough to drive. My family was rich but I never bragged or told anyone. I pulled out my house key from my back pocket. Walking up to the front door, I unlocked it with the key. As soon as I entered, my ears filled with endless amount of noises.

"No, I don't want to wear that!" I heard my little sister yell.

"I'm home!" I shouted throwing my bag near the coat rack.

I walked up the spiral stair case and into my bedroom. My hair brush laid on the surface; I grabbed it and ran it through my hair. Tying my hair back into a ponytail I walked over to my closet. Pulling the door open I examined all its contents. I ended up picking out a pencil skirt, and a baby pink sweater. I slipped on a random pair of flats and walked out my room.

"Good you're done," my mom said snapping her earrings in place.

"Yeah, I am," I said smoothing out the skirt.

"Can you go help you're sister, we really need to go," mom asked. My mom had light brown hair up to her chin and beautiful big brown eyes. I made my way over to my sister's room and pushed her bedroom door open.

"Do you know how to knock?" she said annoyed.

"Well, I'm helping you so no,"

She sat in front of her vanity picking threw varieties of eye shadows.

"Give me that," I said taking her 88 eye shadow pallet from her. Taking a brush I dipped it in a purple color and spread it over her eyelids. I added a small amount of eyeliner to the bottom and top lash line.

"There you go," I said handing her back her make up.

"Thank you," she said as I closed her door. As I walked down the hall I ended up bumping into a figure.

"Hey, kiddo," my dad said kissing my forehead.

"Hi,"

"Have you seen your brother? We're heading out now," he said looking at his watch.

"I'm right here," my brother said coming out his room. Soon enough my entire family was standing in the big open hallway. My dad stood at about 6'3, he had dark blonde hair, deep hazel eyes and sharp facial structures. Before you say anything yes my dad is white. My family is interracial; my sister has light skin, curly brown hair up to her shoulder and hazel eyes, just like our dad. My brother looked exactly like my sister, obviously because they were twins.

"Everybody into the car," my dad commanded.

We all made it out the house and into the car. I watched my surrounding until we pulled into a long pathway that led to a huge house. It was about the same size as mine, but slightly smaller. We all piled out of the car.

"Behave," my father said pointing to Lucas.

My father rang the door bell and stepped back. A lady with cherry blonde hair and green eyes opened the door.

"Welcome, come on in Dan is in the dinning room," she said letting us in.

Father introduced us; mom and heather the lady hit it off right away. We sat at the dinner table, dad talked to Dan, Heather's husband while us kids sat their awkwardly.

"Where is that boy?" Dan said looking at the clock. The boy Dan was referring to was his son. The door slammed open and in walked Austin. Yes, the very same one from my English class.

"Austin, please have a seat," Heather demanded. She seemed very angry with Austin for being late. Her face held that whole I'll deal with you later look. He looked around the table and smirked.

Dinner was served and surprisingly it was really good. After dinner the parents began talking among themselves.

"Austin why don't you show the kids the family game room," Dan asked his son.

I was hesitant to go after what Austin had said in school. I got up behind my siblings; we followed Austin down the stairs and into a room. He opened the door and we walked in, he shut the door behind us and walked over to one of the closet doors he opened it and pulled a box out.

"What are you looking for?" Camille, my sister asked.

"Shut up," he spat.

"Hey, don't talk to her like that," I said standing in front of my sister.

He pulled something out and pointed it at us. I gasped when I realized what it was.

"You two in there," he said pushing my siblings into another room. "Don't say a damn word," he warned them before locking them in against their protest.

"You get over here," he told me.

I shook my head no.

"Get here," he whispered/yelled.

"No," I said fearfully. He came at me lashing onto my hair. I yelped in pain, "Listen you ugly ape, I need a little favor of you, and you're going to do it or else," he said motioning to the gun.

He let go of my hair, then crashed his disgusting lips to mine. When he pulled away I wiped my lips with the back of my hand. We heard the sound of our parent's voices coming in our direction. He quickly let my siblings out glaring at them for a second. He pretended to show us around when my mom opened the door.

That night when I got home I cried my self to sleep.