Hey guys! I'm sorry it's been forever but i've been super busy. I've been working super hard and this is my first chance to write. I would have been done earlier if my evil Spanish teacher hadn't evilly taken this chapter. It wasn't my fault i had a sudden stroke of inspiration and had to write, was it? Oh and here's something i've got to say! I've been super busy with my theatre, and guess what i finally convinced my director to do? THE OUTSIDERS!! The next mainstage we're gonna be doing is The Outsiders! Isn't that so AWESOME?! Well i know you don't wanna listen to me ramble so here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer: If you haven't figured it out be now, (which if you haven't i feel super sorry for you), I'm not S.E. Hinton. I do not own the Outsiders. But in my dreams i do..... (innocent look) I only own Lara so there. (Sticks out tongue)

The door opened and a blast of noise shot out of the small house. The television was turned on, even though no one seemed to be paying attention to it. There were only three guys there though. The first guy, Lara could only stare at. His movie star good looks captivated her. The second guy had his hair in swirly curls. They must've taken him a long time to make perfect. They sure were complicated looking. The third boy put Lara on edge. He had a hardness about him, like he wouldn't take anything from anybody. His ice blue eyes were hard and cold and emotionless. Even his blonde hair, which flopped lazily in his eyes, seemed to scream independence.

Lara looked down quickly, not wanting to hold any of their gazes. The first two were wrestling, and throwing each other around. The third just watched them looking amused. He looked around as Lara, Two-Bit, Johnny, and Ponyboy walked in. When he noticed that a stranger was with them, his expression immediately faded. He was left emotionless.

Lara immediately felt uncomfortable, wishing she hadn't come with these people. The only problem was those Socs. Lara wished she knew who or what they were. Besides, it wasn't like she had anywhere else to go. A harsh voice snapped her out of her daze. "Hey Two-Bit, who's the broad?" the blonde boy asked. The other two stopped wrestling to look at this new person. Lara was instantly embarrassed from all the attention.

"This here is Lara and since we greasers are so brave, we offered to save her from the Socs," Two-Bit said, his chest puffed out in pride.

"The Socs were attacking her?" The movie star asked, looking concerned.

"Well, no… she was just sitting in the lot, the Socs had already left her," Two-Bit blushed.

"Well that just shows how brave Two-Bit is. Ain't it brave?" the boy with the hair chuckled. All the other boys laughed at Two-Bit's expense. He even chuckled good-naturedly.

"Ain't ya just glad you've got some big strong guy like me to protect your hair Stevie-boy?" Two-Bit reached over and ruffled his hair. The boy named Steve scowled and grabbed a comb before going to the hall mirror to fix his "precious curls". Lara just watched in amazement. She had never seen people act like they did. It wasn't a bad thing either. In fact, she enjoyed watching them goof off.

"So your name's Lara?" The movie star asked. Lara nodded in conformation, ignoring the slight pounding. "Well I'm Sodapop Curtis. I'm Ponyboy's older brother." He stuck out his hand, which Lara accepted. "The guy fixing his hair is Steve Randle." Steve said a quick hi before returning to the matter at hand. "And the blonde in the chair over there, that's Dallas Winston. But we call him Dally." Lara chanced a glance over at him and he gave her a cool nod. "Don't worry about him, he's not very social," Soda laughed.

"We should get you cleaned up," Ponyboy said before taking her arm and leading her to the bathroom. Lara quickly tensed up the moment Ponyboy touched her arm. He gave her an odd look but then shrugged it off. Lara allowed herself to be led to the bathroom and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. "You'll be alright. I've seen a lot worse," Pony tried to comfort her. 'So have I,' Lara thought grimly. She consented to letting Pony clean the cuts on her face. They were small enough to not need a bandage. Then Ponyboy reached for her shirt. Lara flinched and backed away from his hand. Pony's eyes held an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to get to the cut on your stomach."

Lara looked down and remembered about the cut. She nodded her approval but felt her cheeks start to flush in embarrassment. He was only trying to help and she acted like an idiot. 'Oh well, that's nothing new,' Lara thought to herself. Pony had lifted her shirt to clean the cut. As he bandaged it, he looked in concern to the many bruises surrounding it. "You may have cracked some ribs," A voice from the door spoke. Lara jumped in surprise. The voice belonged to Steve.

"Nah, I don't think I have. I'll be fine," Lara tried to assure him. She wouldn't have been able to walk so easily if she had broken or even cracked some ribs.

"Ponyboy, go get her one of your old T-shirts. Hers is soaked through in that one spot!" Soda suddenly yelled. Pony motioned for Lara to follow him to his room. She did and was grateful for the new shirt.

"I'll let you change, just come back to the living room when you're done." Lara gave him her thanks and took off her jacket and old T-shirt as soon as the door closed. She took time to examine the new bruises on her arms and stomach and the bandaging job Ponyboy did. 'Not bad, not bad at all.' Lara thought to herself. She quickly put on the shirt Pony had given her and smothered a laugh at how huge it was on her. She had noticed that Pony was tall, but really skinny. She thought his shirt would fit her but she was wrong. Lara quickly put her jacket back on, grabbed her old shirt, not knowing what to do with it, and left the room. She was walking in the hall when she noticed a calendar. The year on the top said 1967. "What the hell?!" Lara yelled out loud. Footsteps hurried towards her and Sodapop reached her first.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Soda asked her. The rest of the guys, excluding Dally, were there too. Lara didn't want to sound like an idiot again in front of all these guys, so she quickly tried to make up an excuse.

"Oh…uh… I just hadn't realized that much blood was on my shirt." Lara mumbled. The guys seemed to accept her excuse, all except for Johnny. He knew that she was lying.

"Here, I'll take that for you," Soda offered, so she let him have her shirt. The guys all disappeared back to the television, but Johnny stayed.

"That wasn't the real reason, was it?" Johnny asked quietly. Lara looked down guiltily. She had never liked lying.

"Is that the correct year?" Lara asked, pointing to the calendar. Johnny gave her a weird look before nodding. 'Now what the hell happened?!' Lara thought miserably. She made her way past Johnny into the living room, wondering what she was gonna do. She believed Johnny, now the only question, well one of the only questions, was how did she get from 2004 to 1967? As she made her way into the living room she looked up as she entered. She stopped dead in her tracks and a glimpse of fear passed through her eyes.

(AN:: Oh! A cliffie! and is that the correct year,or around it? sorry, i'm really braindead today. Oh well, on to theshoutouts!)

Shoutouts (like you couldn't see that one coming)::

Malara: MUCHO GRACIAS! your so right about having two-bit act anyway he wants, and still be in character. Good ol' Two-Bit. You review was so awesome! THANKS AGAIN!

Joker: AHHH! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! i haven't talked to you in ages! i'm sorry i didn't update sooner! i will next time,or at least i will try my hardest! i can't make any promises! what musical are you doing this year? do you know yet? i love your mexican hat dance! lol! ttyl! Thank you!!!

TheAngryPrincess13: Thanks! it meant a lot to have you review while you were still in school! now i know that my story is more fun than school! yay! thanks again!

Grease Girl: Thanks! sorry bout the wait! i hope you will still review!

Cows go moo: Thanks for the advice. But i had to make Lara go with them. Besides, where else would she go? And now Lara knows what year it is. I know i'm probably months too late for this, but if you wanted a really dramatic song, you should use Concrete Angel by Martina McBride. It's awesome! I'm sorry i didn't update sooner! thanks again!

DaNNi BaBezZz: Thanks! I'm really sorry for the wait! my friends always tell me that i'm a mix of all the characters so i guess i kinda made Lara a little like me. how selfish am i? lol. well thanks again!

Steves-girl: Thanks! Sorry bout the wait! please review!!

Wolf-Godess: I love your penname!! Thanks mucho! please review!

Well i'm super sorry about the wait. But now that i updated, you gotta do your part and review! That pretty purple button is there for a reason!! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!! Muchos Gracias!

Love Always,
Cowboy or Sodapop