A/N: hey yall this just came to my mind like really late last night and I thought about writing about the outsiders children. Everyone has kids even Johnny and Dallas. I know it's a bit odd for Dallas to have kids, but just go with it ok? there are 14 children in all and this is Darry's oldest, Eric. Right now you'll only count twelve kids because two of them aren't born yet. Please R and R for me! No flames please!

Eric:1985

My dad was in the kitchen with my mom, my little sister, Kate, was in her room watching TV, and my little brother, Cory, was taking a nap. I looked at my parents and then went to my room. I am really different from my family…really different. I'm twelve and I'm the oldest of thirteen other kids. Eleven of those people are my cousins and then the other two are my sibs.

I slammed my door then heard my dad shout, "Don't slam the doors!"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. I have to everything perfect. I have to set a good example for everyone and everything.

My sister is seven years old and is like always following me around with my friends and stuff. And Cory, ugh, don't even get me started on him. He's four, complains if he's not the center of attention, and is afraid of his own shadow. I mean, I know he's only four, but God, does he have to wake up every night screaming.

"Daddy! Mommy!" Cory was screaming. That's exactly what he does everyday when he wakes up from a nap. And I have to watch him every Saturday. He says, "Eric, why can't we go anywhere? Mommy and Daddy can drive. Why can't you? Why?" I just tell him to shut up and leave me alone.

Dad came into the room and said, "Hey, there's someone on the phone for you."

"Tell them that I'm takin a nap and don't feel like talkin." I said.

He nodded then left the room. I knew sooner or later that my mom would come up here and try to figure out what was wrong, then I'd lie and just say that I wasn't feeling well, and she'd buy it, and then I'd have to tell Dad that I was fine.

I shut the door and flopped onto the bed. I felt out of place when I was with my family. they don't think that I can really do something in this world, but they havent looked at my writing pieces at all. I love to write. I don't know why, but I do.

Mom came through the door and said, "Eric, you have company." I looked at her and said, "I don't wanna talk to them." I said.

"It's Holly." She said. I jumped up and ran to the door. I said, "Hey."

"Umm…hi." She said. Something was wrong. "Can we talk?"

"Yeah, sure. What's wrong?" I asked concerned.

"Let's just go for a walk. Mr. Curtis, can I just have five minutes?" she looked at my dad and he nodded. I walked out and said, "Ok, what's wrong?"

"Well, my mom's been offered this job in Texas and I have to go." She said.

"What! No! I wont let you!" I said.

"Eric, where would I live? Under a bridge?" she said beginning to cry. She burried her head into my chest and I rubbed her back. She cried for a couple of minutes then walked away. I turned around and ran inside up to my room.

"Eric?" my mom yelled after me.

"Just leave me alone!" I yelled. I slammed my door and plopped onto my bed. I can't believe she'd just pick up and leave like that. it gets on my nerves. I thought that we were tight. Holly is a girl, but she's my best friend. Nobody ever thought about us as a couple. They said that we were too cute to be a couple. We don't know what anybody meant, but we were the cutest people at our school that wasn't a couple.

Dad started to knock on my door. I got up and locked it. I've been doing this a lot lately. It's the only way I can drown my family out. "Eric, something wrong?" my mom asked.

"It's nothing. Go away." I said and plopped on my bed. What was wrong with me? I love my family and all, but they just get on my nerves so much. Like I never get a moment to myself because everyone wants to know your business. Ya know?

I closed my eyes for a second then opened my book. I liked reading a lot. Shh don't tell my dad! it's like I get the feeling that I can't be myself around my family because like they all think that I don't do good in school, but I do. I don't get good grades, but I like to read and write and stuff like that. I like sports too, but they don't really appeal to me like writing does.

I can't believe that Holly has to leave. Her father has always been an asshole, but she's never let that stop her from hanging out with me. Now she's moving and I can't do anything about it. what am I gonna do? I hate this! I closed my eyes again and fell asleep.

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when I woke up, I heard noise coming from down stairs. I groaned and got up from my bed. I wanted to lay down for a little while longer, but sooner or later, someone would be up here to get me. I guess it'd be ok to make it later. I plopped onto my bed and closed my eyes again.

I didn't fall asleep though. I just lye down there as long as I could. I don't like anybody interrupting me when I'm resting or anything like that. it's just annoying. I sighed, opened my door, and walked down stairs.

Ok, well first there's Uncle Two-bit and Aunt Kathy. They have a daughter, Kailyn. She's seven years old and…is…well…spoiled. If you wanna call it that. I mean she can get away with murder. I don't know what it is, but it's just this little look she gives you and whatever she wants, she'll get.

Then there's Uncle Steve and Aunt Evie. They have to kids, Angela and Shawn. Angela is ten and is just rude. I mean she has no respect for her parents, family, or anybody/anything. Shawn is four and just gets on everybody's nerves. I mean, everything he says, does, and doesn't do just bothers us.

Then there's Uncle Dally and Aunt Sylvia. They have three kids, Elizabeth, Katherine, and Johnny. Elizabeth is eleven and I don't really have anything to say about her. Except, that she gets on my nerves with the way that she is always yelling at everybody and taking her anger out on everyone. The only time she probably doesn't act like that is at Aunt Sylvia's mom's house. Katherine is ten and is just Uncle Dally's little girl. She's an ok kid though. Then there's Johnny. He's nine and you can't say much of him because he's always writing in one of his journals.

Then there's Uncle Sodapop and Aunt Alicia. They have two kids, Jennifer and Jacob. Jacob is nine and is just kind of weird. Well all nine-year-olds are weird, but Jacob is like beyond that. Jennifer is six and is just like all six year old girls are, crazy, odd, and her head is in the clouds constantly.

Then there's Uncle Johnny and Aunt Donna. That's just about it for them. no kids or anything to deal with…yet.

Then there's Uncle Ponyboy and Aunt Ana. They have Karis and she's eight year old and gets away with just about anything. Like she's not like Kailyn, but she's not the typical angelic girl that everyone thinks she is.

I walked over to Uncle Ponyboy and saw him trying to get Karis to go to Uncle Sodapop. "Karis, it's Uncle Sodapop. You were dying do see him earlier." Karis smiled and held her arms out for Uncle Sodapop to take her. "Sorry Sodapop, we got into a car incident and she got kind of scared."

"No it's ok. hi Eric." He said turning to me. I was about to say something, but then he turned away when he heard Jennifer crying, "That's my daddy." Uncle Steve held up a hand and picked her up and, immediately, she stopped crying.

I rolled my eyes and ran upstairs. Nobody noticed me at all. That's a usual thing that I feel when I walk out of the room. I hate the feeling and Holly would always help me get rid of the feeling and now she can't. I love that girl like a sister.