(Author's Note): Sorry to those reading this story that the prologue was really short. I will try to make the chapter a lot longer than 80 words. I just didn't want to give too much away, if you know what I mean. Also, I will try to update this story as much as I can. And now, without further ado, "The Outsiders Plus One" Chapter 1.

Disclaimer: I do not own "The Outsiders." The amazing SE Hinton does. I just own my OC and any that may come up in the future.


Chapter 1

(JC's POV)

When I woke up, I found myself not in my comfortable bed, but in a dark alley, even though it was daytime from the outside. My clothes had changed too. Instead of my pajamas, I had on faded jeans, Converse high tops, a black t-shirt, and a medium jean jacket. At that point in time, I thanked God that I was flat-chested. The only thing that remained the same was my pixie haircut. There was a brown baseball cap lying next to me. "Eh, no one wanted it, so I guess it's mine. Like they say, 'Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers,'" I figured.

I brushed the dirt off of my back and legs, to make myself look presentable. I started walking out of the alleyway. There were people driving 50's and 60's Mustangs and Corvettes, with the occasional Porsche. I was walking around the block when I ran into someone. "Oh, sorry! I'm so sorry!" I kept apologizing (a bad habit of mine when I run into people). "No problem," the stranger said in an Okie accent.

After calming down and recomposing myself, I could see who the stranger was. His reddish-brown hair was heavily greased with a pair of greenish-gray eyes that looked more green than gray. He looked like he was either 13 or 14, 15 at the most. After 3 seconds of taking in his features, I knew that I was talking to none other than Ponyboy Curtis. "I was the one who should have been lookin' at where I was goin'. What's your name?" he asked. "Harrison, JC Harrison," I replied mimicking the famous James Bond quote. He chuckled a little, getting the reference. "What about your name?" I asked. He sighed in annoyance, probably because of what came next anytime someone new asked his name, "I shouldn't tell you. You're gonna laugh and make fun of it." "No I won't, I promise." I replied. "It's…Ponyboy Curtis," he said after about a minute. "Wow, that's an original and nice name. Whoever name you that way must be an original person themselves" I said. I don't know if it was the sunlight messing with my vision, but I swear I could see his ears turning a reddish hue. He responded, "Thanks. My dad is an original person."

He was walking home from the library, and told me about his family and the gang he was a part of. He also told me how the town of Tulsa is divided into two separate groups, the greasers (poor kids) and the socs (rich kids; short for socials) and how he was a greaser. I knew that in the 1960's the country was segregated, and though I didn't grow up in that decade, I knew that the whole separation based on skin color was utterly ridiculous and would change. But I knew that it wouldn't be declared unlawful for a few more years, and that even when it was, in my time, people would still be racist towards one another. Instead, I decided to suck it up, and help when I could. Also, I already knew about the greaser vs soc feud, but I wanted to hear it from the perspective of one the characters. Ponyboy also told me about his parents and older brothers, Sodapop (another original name, which I pointed out) and Darrell, aka Darry, because his father was also named Darrell. He even told me about the members of the gang like Johnny Cade (his best friend), Steve Randle (Sodapop's best friend), Two-Bit Matthews (his real name is Keith, but only his mother and sister call him that), and Dallas Winston (sometimes called Dally).