I hope everyone likes this story. It's a sweet one. My friend Lindsey is helping me write this, and together we are dedicating this to Mat. This will be updated regularly, which I hope all you will be happy with. Well here it is.

Laura's POV

I walk down the street with Ponyboy and Johnny. Gosh these boys were sweet. But they are like sibs to me. My brother Chris and I are part of the greaser gang and we fit in quite well. My brother has light blond hair and bright blue eyes, and is very rowdy, like bouys his age. He always seemed to know what to say. I love him like hell. We live with my dad. My dad is an interesting guy. He teaches preschool yet can handle my brother and me perfectly, which is hard to do because Chris is 17 and I'm 15. My dad is tall, and also has blond hair and blue eyes. They both are tall and slim, but not puny. They're both strong. My features are different from my dad's and Chris's. My hair is straight, brownish-red and goes down to my waist. My eyes are different than most eyes, they were a dark mysterious purple. I am slim but could hold my own fight quite well. I'm like most greaser girls though; I don't wear make-up and don't wear skirts. Thinking about wearing skirts just doesn't appeal to me. I wear my old jeans that are usually worn out at the knees, and t-shirts with messages on them. I always love going with my dad to hang with the kindergarteners. I have a quick liking to them like my dad. Every liking has its reasons, and a reason I had.

"HELLOOOO??!?!?!? Lor you alive?" Pony asks, waving his head infront of my face. I must have been zoning out from thinking so much.

"Huh? Wha? Oh yeah. I'm okay Pon," I reply as we head into the loud living room of the Curtis house.

"HIYA LORRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Twobit yells in my face.

"HELLO KEITH!" I yell back at him.

"Who is Keith?" he asks, suddenly confused. Then he thinks a minute, and then shouts "WAIT! MY name's Keith!"

I laugh with a huge grin on my face. "Noooooooooooooooo ya DON'T say!" I say with extreme sarcasm.

"Hey! That's sarcasm! I can be sarcastic too!" He exclaims.

"Yes.... I know." I say with a dramatic sigh.

"Hello Laura. Staying for dinner?" Darry asks, approaching me.

I look up "Greetings Superman. I'm not sure yet, is Chris?"

"I don't know. Go ask Chris," Darry says simply.

"CHRIS!" I shout.

"You hollered?" Chris asks, popping his head in from the kitchen.

"Yes, I believe I did." I reply smirking.

"What is the meaning of your holler? I'm helping Soda make dinner!"

"Oh no!" I moan, "this CANT be good"

"Actually, it'll be quiet yummy!" Chris 'corrects' me.

"You sound like a five year old." I point out.

"Why yes, I do, and quite proud of it. What did you need from me, my dear sister?"

"Are you staying for dinner?"

"Yeah. I am"

"Does Dad know?"

"Yeah he does."

"Thanks bro!" I turn my head to Darry "The answer is yes. I AM staying tonight for din-" I don't get to finish. Sodapop Curtis bounces on me and we both tumble onto the floor. And he starts to tickle me. It was childish, but it worked with me. I was a very ticklish girl and Soda is my buddy. If I had to pick anyone out of the gang who was most like a brother to me, other than Chris, I'd pick Soda. Not because he's lovely, even though that's true, but because he's sweet and carefree, yet not innocent, so he understands why I act like I do, which is a lot like him.

"H-hey, Soda," I manage to get out.

"Hello there, Lorie!" He yelps. He was one of the few people who called me Lorie. There are only seven people who call me Lorie, and only three of them are in the gang. I am pretty touchy when it came to my nicknames. The rest of the gang just calls me Lor, or Lore even if they want. Being called Lorie by people I don't want to brings back the memories that tear me apart, but that's about all that can break me. I am an overall cheerful girl.

"P-plea-ease s-sto-stop tick-ling m-m-me!" I gasp out

"Why?" He teases

"Be-cause if y-ou d-don't. I wont eat y-your being m-made d-dinner!'

He gasps and stops immediately.

I slowly regain my breath and he pulls me up. "Thanks Sodapop. I appreciate it." I tell him.

"Notta problem." He replies with the famous Sodapop grin.

"Don't you mean 'No probelma'?" I ask with a smile.

"Uh... Yeah! THAT'S what I meant." He says, quickly recovering from his mistake at Spanish. I don't think much about his mistake. I know he dropped out and never took Spanish, unlike me. I am still taking Spanish, but since today was the last day of school for the school year, I didn't want practice Spanish TOO much, only when correcting people, which I loved to do. It gave me the upper hand.

I give him a hug. "SURE buddy."

"FOR REAL!" He says defensively

"Sure buddy," I repeat, and walk smoothly over to Dallas. He was an interesting person to put me with. He was second in the 'like a brother to me' list. He seems to like to watch over me as well as he does Johnny, but unlike Johnny, I tease him about it constantly. He still doesn't seem to mind. He once claimed that I'm the little sister he never had, and I've accepted that answer ever since. " 'lo Dallas."

" 'Lo Laura" he says in the same tone I do, a very cool, mysterious voice.

"How's your view on life as of now?"

"Pretty shitty, how bout you?"

"Awesome!"

"How can being a greaser be awesome?" He protests, angry at my perspective of life.

"Easy, I make the best of it and it turns out awesome! I should seriously write a book for you titled 'how to make your life non-sucky' you'd really benefit from it."

"Ha ha. Very funny Laura." He replies sarcastically. (can you tell I like sarcasm?)

"I know. I'm hilarious!" I reply, equally sarcastic (and the sarcasm continues)

"ZIP IT! I'M TRYING TO WATCH MY MICKEY!" Two-bit, who had gone back to his habit of watching idiotic cartoons.

"Will do, your highness," I say, as if I waited on his every command.

"Don't give him ideas," Dally grumbles.

"Yes, your highness," I reply in the same tone.

"That's more like it." He grins.

"Lor, you're not babysitting tonight?" Chris asks me, loping out of the kitchen.

"Nope. Not tonight. The parents have been taking some time off work lately so I'm off the hook."

"Good, so you'll be able to relax. FOR ONCE"

"What do you mean 'for once'? I'm always relaxed." I say in a cool tone.

"No, sometimes you worry about things as much as Darry does."

"Not true!" I protest.

"Whatever, sis." He grins.

Darry was like a second dad to me. As much as we all tell him to relax, he doesn't, and that's tenser than my dad ever is.

The phone rings, and Darry stands up to get it. "Curtis Residence, oh hello Mr. Abram. (A/N: for people who know me, no this is NOT based on my family. MY family is nothing like this) How may I help you?. Okay." He looks at me "Laura, it's for you."

I bound over to the phone and take it from Darry, "Heya Dad. What's up?"

"You need to come home Laura." He says calmly.

"Awwww! Why? We're just about to eat dinner." I whine.

"This is important." He says in a stern voice he rarely uses.

"D-Dad, what can be this important?"

"It's about your family"

My blood runs cold and I feel like my heart stopped. I can't hear anything around me, this was really important from the sound of his voice. I drop the phone and get out the door at full speed. All I could think about was the words 'my family'.

(A/N: well what do you think? PLEASE review.

Always,

MissLKid)