Kira woke to not the sound of the car, but to the sounds of people whispering. She lifted her head to see six, no seven boys crowded around her. "Dolt!" one of them said, "You woke her up!" "Who are you?" She asked. She rarely associated with boys since she went to an all girls' school, but whatever had happened had made her bold. "We could ask the same of you." The oldest (by looks) said. "I'm Darry, and this is Sodapop, Ponyboy, Johnny, Dallas, Two-Bit and Steve. And you are.?" "Kira," she said. "Kira Manders, age 15." Dallas raised his eyebrow. "Direct little broad, aren't you?" Kira grinned. "I just feel weird. Believe me, when I get back to normal you'll see I am quite, well, not bold." "You mean you're actually normal?" Two-Bit asked. "Yeah, amazingly enough. Except for the fact that I have seven 'boyfriends', as my friends call them. Basically I worship the Outsiders." And then it clicked. "Oh no! I'm in one of those fanfiction things! And none of those characters get out unless they were brought here, which I wasn't." At this point she began to cry out in French, a language she had began to learn in Kindergarten. "Wait, what?" Soda finally interrupted her. "Sorry, long story. Um, basically I just realized I've been put back in time, for lack of better words. I'm from the year 2002."