Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders. Just for fun...yada yada...

Note:I didn't stop my other story... I just keep getting random ideas...

Warning: Coarse Language

"Zach, buddy, I can't believe ya're movin'..." A tall boy with bizarrely bright red hair by the name of Shawn shook his head.

"I know...Me pa got a job in some place in the states...Tulsa...I tink..." Zack said with a shrug. He was nearly 6 foot 4 inches tall, had a rather large build with jet black hair that was un-greased and cut diagonally against his jaw-line. His eyes were different colors, one was a dark brown, while the other was a pale blue, and his eyelashes were long and thick, making it look like he was wearing eyeliner. He sighed and looked at the rest of his gang, " Alright, Boys. From now on, Jean-Claude is in charge. You do what he tells ya now." Everyone nodded in understanding and glanced at the blond haired boy with ice cold blue eyes that only stood 5'6, though was well built.

" Well miss ya, Bie.." Mac said with a nod. He was just about 6 feet tall with only a slight build and light-brown hair and dark green eyes.

"Zachariah, " His mother Juniper called, " time ta go."

Zack looked at all of his friends, " Try and have some fun without me, guys" He grinned abit.

"Bonvoyage, mon ami." Jean-Claude gave a small wave.

"Good Luck!" Murdock, Kenneth and Bruce said in unison. They were triplets, all the same height at 5'11, with dull auburn hair and dark brown eyes and all the same build.

The drive to the airport was quiet. Not only was Zack leaving all of his friends, but his sister Matilda was leaving all of hers. His sister was an unusually person, anyone could see that. She had an average height for a 13-year-old, with dark brown hair and pretty green eyes. But around her neck was a silver chain with a pacifier on it, which she sucked on constantly when nervous...

Zack thought that the plane ride would never end. He was so glad when it had ended. They had met up with a guy that showed them to their new car, courtesy of his dads boss, and showed them to their house on the east side of town. He told them that Zack and Matilda would be going to the high-school tomorrow.

After a goodnight sleep, Zack was up bright and early, made breakfast and headed out the door to his new school. He really like school, but didn't like being the new kid.

His first class was English. He loved English. He was a total bookworm sometimes. But first, he had to get to Homeroom. After he found the class, he stepped in and right away, the teacher pulled him to the from of the class, " Alright, class, We have a new Student going us today, Zachariah MacNeil. He come's all the from Canada!" She smiled, then turned to Zack," Now, why - don't - you- tell-us-abit-about-yourself" She asked slowly, as if she was talking to someone that couldn't speak English. He raised an eyebrow, " Why ta fuck are ya talkin' like that?" he asked her.

The teacher's smile disappeared and she blushed abit," W-why don't you take a seat next to Mr.Mathews?"

"Eh?" Once again he raised an eyebrow and the teacher pointed to a boy with long, rusty-color side burns that looked like he just woke up. As Zack walked over to the empty seat, The teacher asked, "Now, who'd like to show Zack around today?" Almost every girl in the room raised their hands. The boy with the side-burns still looked confused.

By lunch time, Zack manage to lose all of the girls following him and went to his locker. He noticed the boy with the side-burns was approaching him with a large grin on his face.

"What?" Zack asked, not liking the way the guy was looking at her.

"You the new kid, right?" The boy asked, leaning against a locker.

"Well, well, well, aren't we the observant one." Zack rolled his eyes,"Is there somethin' I can help ya with, Friend?" He asked.

"Whats wrong with you eyes?"

"Ain't nothing wrong me eyes."

"You're real tall" The boy said with a nod.

"Really? I didin' notice."

"Taller than Darry"

"Who?..What ta fuck are ya talking about?

"You talk funny." The boy crossed his arms.

"Holy Jesus christ on a fuckin cross, Dunt ya have anythin' better to do than annoyed the fuck outta me?" Zack yelled at the boy. " Get the hell away from me, ya grease ball!"

"No." The boy's grin widened."Where ya from?"

"Newfoundland."

"Whats your name again?" The boy asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Zachariah MacNeil" He extended his hand to the boy, who straighted up and shook his hand, " Two-Bit Mathews"

"What kinda name is 'Two-Bit'?"

"What kind of name is 'Zachariah'?"

Two-Bit noticed a girl walking down the hall with a pacifier in her mouth, looking highly annoyed. She stepped up to Zack and was muttering something. Zack to the pacifier out of her mouth, " I hate this school. Its full'a shit heads" She said, then Zack put the pacifier back into her mouth.

Two-Bit raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, Two-Bit, this is me sister Matilda. Matilda, this is Two-Bit...Come on, Mat, lets get ta the caferteria.."

"You guys not gunna eat in the cafeteria, are ya?" Two-bit asked.

Zack raised an eyebrow, " Naaaaw...cause that'd jus' be to cliche.."

Two-Bit laughed, "naw, Only Soc's eat in the caf."

"What ta fuck is a soc?" Zack asked

"Rich kids." Two-Bit shrugged, " Us greasers eat outside."

"Right..." Zack really had no idea what this guy was talking about, but went with him anyway.

In the parking lot, Matilda went and talked with some auburn haired boy that couldn't be much older that she was, so Zack figured that the boy was in her class. Two-Bit had introduced him to most of the people, A guy with greasy swirls called Steve, a little nervous looking kid named Johnny, and from what I heard, that auburn haired kid was named Ponyboy. Then there was a kid named Curly, and atleast 6 others. He found it strange that they all wore so much grease in their hair...

After school, Matidla had took the bus home, but Zack thought that it'd be fun to walk. He wasn't a block from the school when a mustang pulled up beside him and 5 guys stepped out. These guys had their hair cut short and were wearing clean pants and shirts. Zack started to laughed, " What ta hell are ya's wearing?" He laughed until he had gotten punched in the face. " Oh..so dats ta way ya's wanna play." He took off his leather jacket and put it on the ground and got into a boxing stance. He had various Celtic tattoos on his arms and even more under his shirt. The fight went pretty well considering it was 5 against 1, that is until Zack felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and something cold dripped down. He had been stabbed, but that only pissed him off. He turned around, but his reaction time was slower, now, and ended up getting cut across the chest, then across the stomach. After that it was only easy to get him to ground, where they repeatedly kicked his sides till he ended up passing out.

When he woke up, he saw a pair of icy blue eyes staring down at him, " Whoa...Jean-Claude...you grow like...5 inches..." He muttered, trying to figure out where he was.

"What the hell are you talkin' about?" No French accent, so he knew it definitly wasn't his old friend Jean-Claude, But he decided to push his luck."...and it looks like ya got beat in the face with an ugly stick.." Zack grinned and heard laughter all around him. The blond raised his fist, but some said, " Lay off, Dally." and the blond just walked off with a pissed off look on his face.

Zack looked around and saw Micky Mouse was on the T.V. Also, he saw Two-Bit sitting on the floor, Steve and a boy that looked like he should of been in movies with Marilyn Monroe before she died. Zack sat up, painfully clutching his side.Only then did he noticed most of his torso was wrapped tightly in bandages. He looked over into the kitchen and Johnny, Ponyboy, The pissed off blond boy and a taller, better built, brown haired man. Zack stood up with a grunt of pain which caught the attention of the big guy in the kitchen, " Hey, you should lay back down..." He said.

Zack raised an eyebrow, " Eh? And whys that?"

"Cause you got stabbed the shoulder, a 5 inch gash across your chest and stomach, and about 3 cracked ribs."

"Only 3?" He said with a fake disappointed voice, " Well, dammit. I guess I'll have better luck next time." He rolled his eyes

"Sit back down, wise ass." The guy looked ready to kick his ass if he didn't sit down, so he did. Usually he could take on someone that size, no problem...but right now he was in no shape to fight.

"Oh!" Two-Bit jumped up, " Forgot you don't know everyone here...That's Dallas, Darry and Sodapop" He pointed to them when he said there names..

"Is your name really Zachariah?" asked the movie-star look-a-like.

"Is your name really Sodapop?"

"Yep!" His smile was so big, Zack had to smile, too, " So,are you going to tell us what happened?"

"Dunno...abunch of goofy-lookin guys climbed outta some car..I was doin pretty well till one of those fuckers stabbed me...everything went ta shit after that..." He sighed, " Never happened back home...No one tryed to fuck with me or me gang."

"You were in a gang?" Steve asked.

"Yup...there was me, Jean-Claude, Mac...Shawn...and the O'Conner triplets, Murdock, Bruce and Kenneth." He just kinda went quiet after that

" You miss them, don't ya?" Ponyboy asked..

"Yeah...I do..."

Another Note: The mis-spellings in " " are ment to be mis-spelled because thats how they're pronounced...