Janie's POV

"So, how are we gonna get out of here?"

Lottie shrugged. "I don't know, but I wanna meet those cute characters you always talk about - Johnny, Ponyboy... hmm?" Lottie raised an eyebrow, laughing at me.

I narrowed my eyes at her, folding my arms across my chest again. "Haha, very funny," I said sarcastically. I looked around, silently hoping that they would be there. I bit my lip. But it couldn't be possible that we were transported to the actual book. Maybe we were just transported back to the 60s. Or this was a stupid dream and Lottie and I would wake up, not knowing what the heck happened.

"I wonder if we really are in the Outsiders," Lottie said, thinking aloud. I looked at her as we continued walking around. She had finally stopped running around like a maniac."It would be so cool, wouldn't it? I've always wanted to be transported into some sort of book. But why the Outsiders?Why couldn't it have been Mortal Instruments?" Lottie sighed, trying to look upset.

I rolled my eyes at her. "I would have preferred Harry Potter, thank you very much," I snapped. "Maybe it's just more realistic to get transported here because, well, I don't know, there isn't anything magical? It's just going back in time?"

Lottie groaned. "But I wanna-"

"Nobody cares," I laughed, nudging her. We were in the town now. I spotted the movie house, and a little farther down the drive-in.

"Fine then, let's go find your Johnny Cade then," Lottie smirked.

I glowered at her. "Shut up! Ixnay on the on the Johnny Cadenay, okay?" I snapped. "Someone who knows him could obviously find out what you're talking about!"

Lottie rolled her eyes. "Sorry, sorry."

"Mhmm."

"C'mon, Janie! It's the 1960s! Let's have some fun!"

"Lottie, we're still 14."

"Technically, I'm 15. You're still 14."

"Lottie, it's in the middle of August. Your birthday isn't until February. You're still 14."

"Can't we just pretend that I'm 15?"

I gave her a look. "No!"

Lottie pouted at me. "Fine! You're no fun," she said again. We kept walking. I spotted a group of people walking and instantly recognized them. Dally, Ponyboy, and Johnny. I stopped walking, my heart skipping a beat.

Oh my god...

I hadn't realized how long I was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at them like an idiot, until Lottie waved a hand in front of my face, slapping my cheek. "Hello? Earth to Janie!"

I shook my head, glaring at her. "What the heck?" I shouted at her. "You didn't have to slap my cheek!"

Lottie shrugged. "That's what you get for not saying I was 15..."

"You're not 15, Lottie!"

Lottie groaned. "But it's the 1960s! Technically, we're still not born yet!"

I sighed. I didn't really have a comeback for that. She was right. The 60s was basically the time of my dad. The 70s was more of the time of my mother sort of. I shook my head. I wasn't going to let that get in the way of meeting my favorite characters though!

"Well, we know that this is in the Outsiders," I said. "So let's go meet the characters!"

Lottie groaned, running after me as I booked it. Dally, Johnny, and Ponyboy had disappeared and I wasn't going to lose them. I stopped running once we reached the drive-in. The sun was beginning to set and it looked like that a movie was starting. I shivered. It was getting cold. I pulled the leather jacket over my shoulders. It was a little big on me, but it was comfortable and warm.

"No fair, what if I wanted the jacket," Lottie complained as we headed towards the teller. Cars were driving up and distracting him. When a blue mustang was parked near and began arguing about the price, Lottie and I quickly sneaked in. "What if we get caught?" she asked as we headed to the stands where they let people who didn't have a car sit and watch the movie.

"We won't, if you shut up!" I snapped. The movie was about to start and the smell of popcorn and coke was tempting. Well, not the coke. I hated soda. But Lottie began whining, saying she was thirsty and hungry. "If we had money, I'd gladly get something," I told her as we found some empty seats. The sky was getting darker, and on the screen the movie began playing.

I leaned back in the chair, stuffing my hands in the pockets of the jacket. In the right pocket, my right hand felt something. My brow furrowed, and I quickly pulled out the object. It was my book. But instead of it saying The Outsiders, it said Gone With the Wind.

I groaned. Just great. But it wasn't like I needed the book. I practically knew the Outsiders story inside and out. I had watched the movie five times and read the book twice. Maybe I could even change what happens. I couldn't stop bawling when Johnny and Dallas died. Maybe I could change that. Maybe Lottie and I could both change that.

Lottie and I were silent as the movie continued playing. It was Gone With the Wind, the 1960s version. I had seen the earlier sequel made in 2009, but never the first one. And besides, I had heard the 60s version was the best.

Two girls took the two empty seats next to me. I looked at them, and had to stop myself from staring. It was Cherry and Marcia. I looked away, returning my gaze back to the movie. I had to stop myself from hyperventilating. Of course, any girl would freak out if they found out that they were in one of their favorite movie/book.

They looked exactly how they did from the movie, which was kind of surprising since the movie was made in the 80s. I bit my lip, then nudged Lottie. She looked at me, and I made this head movement to show Marcia and Cherry. Lottie bit her lip, looking at me, confusion lighting in her blue eyes.

I sighed. I forgot. She hasn't read the Outsiders.

I would've said "they're from the Outsiders" but Marcia was sitting right next to me and that would have been awkward. Just on cue, during the first half of the movie, I could hear Dally, Ponyboy, and Johnny come. They took the seats behind us, and I tried not to fidget as I heard Ponyboy say something from above me.

Oh my freaking God this is not happening...

Just as I had predicted, Dally was flirting with Cherry. He wouldn't stop. I waited for Johnny to say something, but he never did. Cherry was beginning to get pissed, but I could tell she was scared too. I looked around. Other people were beginning to notice and were yelling at Dally to take a seat and shut up. He wasn't listening, and kept harassing Cherry.

"Leave her alone, Dal," Johnny finally said, getting up. I looked at him. His gaze flickered towards me, and our eyes locked. I tried to stop myself from blushing, and I looked away quickly. Lottie nudged me, and I turned my attention back to Dallas.

"What did you say?" Dally asked.

"I... I said leave her alone," Johnny said, his voice weaker.

Dally looked shocked, then his stern face reappeared. "What did you say to me, you little shit?" he snapped. Johnny recoiled at his harsh words, and I stood up.

"He said leave her alone! Are you deaf or something?" I snapped, standing up.

"What are you doing?" Lottie hissed in my ear, tugging on my arm, standing up as well. I shouldered her arm off, glaring at Dally.

Dallas only returned my glare with a smirk. "Who are you?" he asked. "If you weren't so pretty I'd have to teach you a lesson."

"What's it to ya?" I asked. "Leave her alone. Come back when you've learned some manners and decency."

"How about no?" Dally smirked. He turned his attention back to Cherry.

"Dal, leave her alone," Ponyboy finally said. Lottie and I looked at him. I bit my lip, waiting to see how this scene would unfold. Dally looked at Ponyboy, then at Johnny, and sauntered off. Just like that. He was gone.

"Thanks," Cherry said, looking at Ponyboy, Johnny, and then to me. "I'm Sherri, but my friends call me Cherry because of my hair."

"I'm Jane, but my friends call me Janie because Jane is too formal to them, apparently," I grinned.

"I'm Marcia," Marcia introduced herself.

"Lottie," Lottie introduced.

Cherry turned her attention to Ponyboy and Johnny. "Why don't you two come sit with us?"

Ponyboy shook his head. "Oh, no-"

"Yeah, you could protect us," Marcia giggled.

I saw Ponyboy and Johnny exchange a glance, then they climbed down the seats. Ponyboy took the empty seat next to Cherry, and Johnny took the empty seat between Marcia and I. I was kinda glad he did. Not that I wouldn't mind sitting next to Ponyboy, it was just... Johnny was my book crush.

I leaned back in the chair, listening to Cherry's conversation unfold. "So who are you guys?"

"Ponyboy Curtis - and it says so on my birth certificate," Ponyboy said.

"I like that," I said before Cherry could say anything. Everyone turned to look at me. I felt sort of sheepish from all the stares, but I continued, "It's original. I like original."

Ponyboy grinned. "My dad was an original person."

I looked at Johnny. "And you are?" I asked. Like I need to know...

"Oh... Johnny," he introduced himself quickly. "Johnny Cade."

I grinned. I held out my hand. It was usual habit I did whenever I introduced myself full on. "Janie Lawrence," I said. Johnny looked at my hand, then hesitantly shook it.

He didn't really pay attention to me after that. I guess I couldn't blame him though. He was the anti-social one who wasn't very good at making new friends. He was quiet too, and didn't really know how to start a conversation. He also was jumpy ever since he got jumped by those Socs who beat him up and gave him that jagged scar on his left cheek.

We watched the rest of the movie in silence. Marcia striked up the conversation again when she asked, "How old are y'all?"

"Sixteen," Johnny replied.

"Fourteen," Ponyboy replied.

"Really? I thought you were both four-"

"Sixteen," Cherry cut her friend off, giving a small smile at Johnny. Johnny grinned. I gave a small smile myself. Johnny was shorter for his age, and he was always mistaken for fourteen or fifteen because of his appearance - how he looked like a small, dark puppy that had been kicked around too many times. She leaned forward to look at Lottie and myself. "How about you gals?"

"We're both fourteen," I answered.

Cherry grinned. "I haven't seen you two around here before... you new?"

Lottie nodded. "We just got in... but..." her voice trailed off. I kept my mouth shut. We couldn't say we were visiting cousins, because that was a lie. And we didn't have a place to stay either. What if they saw us, sleeping in the streets and find out we lied? Then they would find out we're really from Utah, in 2013.

"Where are ya from?" Marcia asked.

"Utah," I answered before Lottie could make something up.

"Whoa," Cherry said. "That's pretty far from here."

I shrugged. "We like to travel."

"You're by yourselves?"

I nodded. "Yeah... My mother abandoned us when we got here... I haven't seen her around. We were looking for her all day then found out we had spare cash and decided to go to the drive-in... and here we are."

Cherry nodded, giving us a sad smile. "I'm sorry, that's terrible. Is this your first time at a drive-in?"

I nodded. At least that wasn't a lie. They didn't have drive-ins at Utah... at least any that I have been to.

"How are you liking Tulsa?"

"It's fine," Lottie answered. "It's kind of hard getting used to all of the accents though."

Marcia laughed. "That's Oklahoma for ya."

"Utah people have accents?" Ponyboy asked.

I nodded. "We have the Utahn accent - mountain and kindergarten. And cotton. We link the t's more than we should."

Ponyboy nodded. "That's pretty cool. Way better than Oklahoman accent."

I shrugged. "Accents are accents."

"I want an Irish accent..." Lottie sighed. I looked at her and laughed.

"Really? I want to be British," I mocked the British accent when saying 'British'. When the others laughed I grinned. I loved when I make people laugh. I even made Johnny laugh. He gave a small smile and a small laugh was just barely audible. It made me grin even more.

"You girls have a place to stay?" Marcia asked.

I shook my head. "Nah... but we could probably stay a motel or something." The lies pierced me. Liar. I shook my head, shrugging and taking a deep breath. "We'll be fine though."

"That's a shame. If we had room I'd invite you to stay with me," Cherry said.

I smiled. "That's very kind of you to offer."

The conversation died out after that. I waited for Two-Bit to come to scare the daylights out of Johnny and Ponyboy. He didn't come yet. I sighed, getting tired, and paying more attention to the movie. I wasn't really though - just staring at the screen. Gone With the Wind sort of bored me...

"Okay, greasers, you've had it." A deep voice suddenly said. I felt Johnny jump and I turned around to see Two-Bit. He was laughing hysterically.

"Glory, Two-Bit, scare us to death!" Ponyboy gasped. Two-Bit continued laughing, then sat down next to Lottie.

I looked at Johnny. He was as white as a ghost and his eyes were shut. He was taking deep breaths.

"Sorry, kid, forgot," Two-Bit said, leaning forward. Johnny opened his eyes, looking at him and giving him a weak smile.

"S'all right..." he murmured.

"Who're these dolls?" Two-Bit asked, looking at Lottie, myself, Marcia, and Cherry. "Your great-aunts?"

"Great-grandmothers, twice removed," I said smoothly before Cherry could. I could tell she was shocked that I said the same thing she was gonna say.

"Shoot, you're ninety-six if you're a day," Two-Bit said. I had no clue what in Sam's heck that meant. Luckily, Marcia continued.

"I'm a night," she said brightly.

Two-Bit stared at her admiringly. "Brother, you're a sharp one. Where'd you four ever get to be picked up by a couple of greasy hoods like Pony and Johnny?"

"We really picked them up," Marcia said. "We're really Arabian slave traders and we're thinking about shanghaiing them. They're worth ten camels apiece I think."

"Five," Two-Bit disagreed. "They don't talk Arabian, I don't think. Say somethin' in Arabian, Johnnycake!"

"Aw, cut it out!" Johnny broke in. "Dally was bothering them and when he left they wanted us to sit with them to protect them. Against wisecracking greasers like you, probably."

I gave a small smile. I don't know why, but that part always cracked me up.

Two-Bit grinned. Johnny usually wasn't sassy like that, so it was a rare occasion. They continued talking about how Dally would probably have a little fight with Tim Shepherd because he had slashed the tires on his car. I sighed, leaning back in my chair. Lottie's stomach growled loudly, followed by mine. Cherry and Marcia laughed, along with the others.

"Lottie!" I snapped. "How unladylike!"

Lottie glowered at me. "Yours growled too! And it's not unladylike!" She reached forward and took one of the cokes Dally had left. She drank out of it, then swallowed. "Watch me be unladylike!" She waited for a second, then belched.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" Two-Bit clapped as the others laughed. We laughed even more when someone hissed "shh" at us.

"Aw c'mon, you can do better than that," I laughed, taking the coke from her. I hated drinking soda because every time I drank it and burped, I could always feel the bubbles rush to my nose and it was just horrible. But I always burped louder than the next person. It was a lovely way to be unladylike. I took a sip, swallowed, waited, and then belched louder than Lottie, making everyone laugh.

We sure sounded drunk, but at least it was drunk on just plain having fun. Getting up, Cherry asked Ponyboy if he'd like to go get some popcorn with her. He nodded, turning to the rest of us. "Y'all want some?" he asked.

I nodded, along with Lottie. Ponyboy laughed. "Of course, we're obviously getting you two some," he said. I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment as Lottie said, "You better!"

"Yeah, I want some, get Johnny some too," Two-Bit was saying. He got up, taking out his wallet and a few dollars, walking over to Ponyboy and Cherry. "I'll pay," he said. Ponyboy and Cherry nodded, walking away to the concession stand.

Two-Bit took the empty seat next to Marcia, and they began talking about something only they understood. I sighed again, trying not to yawn. I was really tired. I glanced back down at the leather jacket. Maybe as long as we had this jacket, we'd be able to stay here. So if the jacket was lost, or destroyed, we would no longer be here.

That's stupid, I thought. There's no way that this jacket teleported us here. Maybe I'm just imagining things. And this is all a coma dream or something, and I'll wake up in the hospital to see that everything was destroyed in the earthquake. This is all just an incredible dream... and frankly, I don't wanna wake up from it.

Cherry and Ponyboy return, handing everyone the popcorn. I eat it, slower than I thought I would while Lottie digs into it like it's the last food she will ever eat. And it just might be. Which is probably why I'm savoring it. We had no money, and I wasn't gonna risk selling the jacket. We'd probably become street beggars and then get thrown in jail and probably would have to cough up the jacket and then we'd be sent back to our own time. And this lovely occurrence would just be another fangirl dream.

"Janie?" Lottie waved a hand in my face. I shook my head. The movie was over and everyone was leaving. Well, except for Two-Bit, Johnny, Ponyboy, Marcia, and Cherry. They were waiting for me, along with Lottie.

"Ah, sorry!" I exclaimed, getting up, still carrying the popcorn. Lottie had eaten all of hers, and found it funny to steal some of mine. "Hey!" I shouted as we walked along the streets. "Get your grubby fingers off of my popcorn, loser!"

"But it's so good!" Lottie whined, reaching her hand into the small bag. I slapped her hand away and she retaliated by slapping my shoulder. I thanked the lord that she didn't boob punch me, like she usually would.

We kept walking, Two-Bit in the lead with Marcia, Ponyboy and Cherry, and then lastly myself, Lottie, and Johnny. Two-Bit and Marcia were still talking, along with Ponyboy and Cherry. I was able to listen in on how he was talking about Soda's horse and all. I looked over my shoulder and saw a blue Mustang driving near. I bit my lip, looking back to the front. I must've acted suspicious though, because Johnny and Lottie looked at me.

"What's wrong?" Lottie asked, looking back also.

"Oh god, Cherry, look what's coming," Marcia said. She must've seen it too. Bob and Randy. And other drunk Socs. I bit my lip. I didn't know how I could stop this. They were drunk, so they would probably beat me up, and to be honest, I didn't want to be beaten up.

"Just keep walking, maybe they haven't seen us yet," Cherry was saying. We kept walking, slower this time, and more alert. The mustang revved up the speed, and then slowed down near us.

"Cherry? What are ya doing?" Bob called from the car. He slammed the door shut and headed towards his girlfriend.

I looked at Johnny. He was staring at Bob's hand. I bit my lip. Bob was the Soc who had beaten him horribly. I noticed the rings that shimmered in the moonlight on his fingers. Johnny's eyes flickered towards the blue mustang, and then at Bob again. He looked really jumpy, and completely terrified. I couldn't blame him. The whole beating must've scarred him. Mentally and physically. The jagged scar from his temple to cheekbone was still pretty visible.

"I've told you this before Bob, and I mean it!" Cherry snapped. "I'm never going out with you when you're drinking!"

"Aw c'mon, it was just a little," Bob said.

"A little? You call reeling and passing out in the streets a little? I'm never going out with you when you're drinking Bob, and I mean it!"

"So you're gonna hang with these greasy hoods? Look at 'em!"

"Shut up!" I snapped. Everyone looked at me and I instantly regretted it. But I felt insulted. It was like Bob was saying that Lottie and myself were greasers. I wouldn't mind being one, but I would prefer if he were decent about it. "Can't you just leave us alone?"

"What did you say to me?" Bob demanded, walking forward. I heard a bottle smash and saw Two-Bit toss it to Ponyboy, flipping out his switchblade.

"Touch her and you're dead," Two-Bit said darkly.

Bob smirked. "If it's a fight you want-"

"No!" Cherry shouted. "We'll go with you!"

"What? We can take 'em!" Two-Bit snapped.

"I hate fights! I hate them!" Cherry snapped. She then approached Ponyboy, saying a few words to him, before heading off with Marcia and Bob and Randy. "Don't touch me," she spat, when Bob tried to put his arm around her.

They then got in the mustang and drove off. I took a deep breath. That was a close one. I should probably stop intervening, I think. I'm messing up the script.

But maybe that's why we're here. To change the way of the story. Two-Bit looked at Lottie and I. "You girls need a ride?" he asked. Lottie and I shook our heads.

"We don't have a place to stay," Lottie said.

"You can stay with me," Ponyboy said. "I'm sure Darry and Soda won't mind."

I looked at Lottie and nodded. "Yeah, let's go now," I said. If we leave now, then we won't have to go to the lot. I looked at Johnny. "You can come with us too," I added.

Johnny shook his head. "Nah, I'll just be crowding in. I can sleep in the lot."

"I'll join you," Ponyboy offered. "It must be lonely."

No, no, no, no! I thought. "Lottie and I will too," I said. Ponyboy and Johnny looked at us.

"You don't have to do that," Johnny said. "The lot is cold and uncomfortable."

"I'm not gonna stay at a place where I don't know anybody," I replied, trying to sound as stubborn as possible. I even cocked my hip and folded my arms across my chest. Two-Bit sighed.

"You better let her. I don't think she'll back down," he said. "I'm heading off. See y'all later!" he called, running off into the distance.

We continue walking to the lot. Maybe I can't prevent Johnny and Ponyboy running into the Socs, but the least I could do was try and make sure nobody dies. Even if Bob deserved it... Dally and Johnny didn't deserve to die.

I sighed, my hands in the pocket of the jacket. Lottie was shivering beside me, and she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me. I groaned. "Lottie, I can't walk with you holding on to me like that, I'm gonna trip."

Lottie whined, "But I'm cold! And you're the one who took the jacket!"

"Lottie, let go of me!"

"But you like hugs!"

"Lottie, we look gay doing this - please let go of me."

"But I'm cold."

"Lottie!"

"Fine, fine," Lottie huffed irritably, getting the memo. Ponyboy and Johnny looked back at us, and laughed. I gave them an embarrassed grin. Johnny should smile more often - he had a great smile, I realized.

We neared the lot and laid down. Johnny started a fire and we got in an order - Ponyboy, Lottie, myself, and Johnny. I sighed, looking up at the stars. The crickets were chirping, and I prayed that no mosquitoes would come and bite me. I got horrible allergic reactions to bug bites.

The last thing I remembered was leaning my head against Johnny's shoulder and my eyes fluttering shut as I looked up at the stars.