Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outsiders characters. I do own Virginia.

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Virginia POV:

I got out of the old gray car and looked up at our new house. All I have to say is, I hope the inside looks better than the outside.

My mom and dad took the bags out of the car. Correction, my mom and dad took all their bags out of the car.

I lifted mime out and went inside to fend my room. I put my bags on my bed and went back to the living room where my parents were.

"I'm going out," I said shortly. Not like they cared at all, I didn't evan get a nod or grunt. Not really unusual anymore.

As I was walking, I found a lot that looked pretty well abandoned. But as I walked past I saw a figure sitting on the ground. when I got a closer look, I saw it was a boy.

"Hello," I called, pulling out my red handled switch blade.

"Hey," the boy said back, looking up. He had a tan skin and black hair. The boys eyes shone, big and dark, with fear and curiosity. "I've never seen you around here before. Are you new?"

"Yes" I answered, putting my blade away. "I just moved into a house just down the street. My name is Virginia, everybody calls me Ginny though.

"I'm Johnny Cade." The boy said, extending a slender fingered hand.

I put my Pale Hand in his tan one. As we shook hands, the sleeve of my hoody rode up my wrist, exposing a black and blue bruise in the shape of a hand print my father made a while ago

"Don't," I said, pulling my arm back. But Johnny gently pulled it back towards him.

"Your parents hit you too?" Johnny asked, "My dad hits me, and my mom doesn't evan as much as look my way."

He brushed his fingers across my wrist. "Come with me for a sec. It won't take long, I just want to show you something." he practically begged.

"OK." I agreed warily as he started leading me somewhere.

I followed him to the end of the block, then across the street to a house.

Johnny walked up onto the steps and turned around. "This is the Curtis house. I come here if my dad gets drunk and starts beating on me. Come on in and meet the gang."

"I don't know, I really should get home." I said.

"Oh, it'll only take a second." Johnny gave me these really adorable puppy dog eyes and I couldn't resist.

"Fine, but only for a second." I agreed with a small smile.

Johnny opened the door and stepped in. I also went in, staying well out of sight. There was a chorus of Hey Johnny.

"Hi guys. I, um, I have some one here for you to meet."

I stepped from behind Johnny. I was met with quite a sight. On the couch was a red haired boy with side burns, he was intently watching Mickey Mouse on the television. Next to him sat a boy with blonde almost red hair, yet at the tips it looked like it had been bleached before. In a chair by the window sat probably the oldest of the gang, he had dark hair and was reading the paper before he had looked up at Johnny and I. In the corner sat a card table with cards on the floor around it, the first person I noticed was a blonde boy who could easily get into a movie with his good looks, he had his elbow on the table and was arm wrestling with a boy who had dark brown hair fixed in complicated swirls.

"guys, this is Ginny. Ginny the oldest of the gang, Darry Cutes is in the chair. The blonde on the couch is Darry's Youngest brother Ponyboy. The red-head is Kieth," The boy looked over with a glare, "but we just call him Two-Bit. Sodapop is the blonde in the corner, he's the middle Curtis brother. And lastly is Steve Randle."

"Well, not the last..." Ponyboy started.

"Dally," Johnny said, and I saw his eyes light up. "Ginny, That's Dallas Winston."

I looked over and saw a boy with blonde, almost white, hair and hard blue eyes, which lightened slightly as he saw Johnny. "Well glory Johnny, we haven't seen you around here for a while. and now here you are, and you picked up a girl on the way. And a pretty blonde one at that."

"She's not-" "I am not some skank to be picked u, had sex with, then dropped!" I spoke up.

"Dal, I thought you were in the cooler." Johnny said quickly.

"Tim come and bailed me out." Dally said with a smirk. His smirk faded as he noticed my wrist.

I looked down and saw I was unconsciously rubbing the bruise my dad had given me.

"Where'd you get that there from Blondie?" Dally asked. By this time everyone had stopped what they were doing to see what Dally was talking about. "a soc do that?" At my look of confusion, Dally put two and two together, "your parents."

"My dad," I mumbled. "I should get home, my dad'll get mad."

"I'll walk you," Johnny said.

"Can I ho with Darry?" Ponyboy asked.

"Sure" Darry replied.

"Hey Ginny." Soda got my attention, "if you need a place to stay, come on over, we always have room."

I felt myself smile. "Thank you."

I walked out with Pony and Johnny. "Hey, I'm sorry about Dally." Johnny said, "he's that way allot, and evan though he isn't hood at showing it, he does have feelings."

"It's okay. And I could sorta tell he has a soft spot for you."

"Well, he seems to have taken a liking to you also," Pony joined the conversation, "I mean you did tell hem off, and he really hates it when kids are hit by their parents."

"His parents hit him too." Johnny explained more.

"Well, this is my house. I'll see you guys later." I said.

"Well, our door is always open." Pony said, "literally, the door is never locked."

"And, we're going to a movie tomorrow, and, ya know, if ya want, I mean-"

"What Johnny is trying to say is, me, him, and Dal are going to the Nightly Double tomorrow and if you want to come, you can meet us at the empty lot at around six p.m." Pony said.

"Cool, I'll try to come." I smiled. "So, bye guys, I'll see you later."

"Bye." the boys said in union.

Well, what do you all think? good not good. RR