Disc: Hello peoplz! Uh… I don't own the outsiders. Nope. Never have, never will. That's not nice.

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With terror of what to expect, I opened the door. There he was, my dad, reading the newspaper. The newspaper slapped hard onto the floor and he got up.

"Where the hell have you been!" he screamed into my face. I said nothing.

"Where have you been!" he screamed even louder. "You were with him again weren't you? I let out a quiet yes.

"It was a party though."

"Oh, is that so? Did the party include a sleepover too?" I felt so helpless. Nothing I could do but listen.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." It was really all I could say.

"I don't want you ever seeing him again, you hear me?"

I knew what was coming next. I knew he was gonna hit me, so I ran. I ran to my room and shut the door. I couldn't believe this. I never thought of losing Soda before. No. It wasn't gonna lose him. I don't care what my dad thinks. I'll have to sneak out from time to time. He couldn't keep me in the house forever. Calmer now, I went to sleep.

Breakfast the next morning was awkward. He didn't talk to me, I didn't talk to him. That was just fine with me. Right after I finished I went back up to my room. I tried to keep myself occupied but so far it wasn't working. The phone rang. I didn't feel like answering. It was probably just my dad's girlfriend. She didn't like me much. The phone kept ringing. I don't think my dad's gonna get it and it insisted on someone picking up. It took an enormous amount of effort for me to get up. Slowly I went downstairs hoping the phone would stop ringing. My dad was asleep on the couch. When this happens, nothing'll get him up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Melissa?"

"Soda!"

"Is everything ok?" I thought for a moment of what to say.

"Uh huh." I lied.

"Good. Hey, how 'bout you come by tonight. We're all going out for ice cream. I mean - if it's ok with your dad." Gosh, I could never say no to Soda.

"Yeah, sure. What time should I come by?"

"Around 7:30. Real glad you can make it. See you tonight. Bye"

"Bye." Then just before he hung up I heard him whisper I love you.

I knew that eventually I was gonna have to sneak out, I just didn't know what I was gonna do when the time came. I sat on my bed trying to think of a plan. For a while nothing happened. I rolled over and the springs on my bed screeched. I thought of climbing down the tree by my window but I could never make it down safely. I just couldn't think and besides, I was getting hungry anyway. Cool, I actually managed for some time to pass. It was now 2:30. I went downstairs and scrambled through the fridge. I got out everything necessary for a sandwich then decided against the lettuce. As I carried my sandwich to the table, my elbow hit a fork and it fell making a loud clinky noise. I bent down to pick it up and saw that my dad was still sleeping. Wow, after all this time and all this noise he was still there. This was when everything started coming together. A plan formed in my head on its own. I guess I was just trying too hard before. Since my dad was still asleep I could simply walk out the door. Coming back, I would climb up the tree and get back into my room. It's a lot easier to climb up than down. He would never know I'm gone. Flawless right? As time passed I grew nervous. I wouldn't back down now though. I didn't want to. I began getting ready early so I'd have plenty of time to look nice and sneak out without making a peep. I opened my closet door and stared blankly at it.

"Hmm... what to wear, what to wear, what to wear." I needed something nice yet comfortable enough to climb a tree. Jeans always work. I got out my favorite pair and laid them on my bed. Still in search for a shirt, I dropped down to my knees. (I kept my shirts down there.) Something at the very bottom of the pile caught my eye. It was small, round, and very shiny. I tugged on it realizing that what seemed to be a diamond, was part of a shirt. It was a short sleeved, red shirt. Right in the middle, a rhinestone sat plopped into place. It was the shirt I had been wearing when I met Soda.

I remember, it was mid-July and my friend Jay and I were walkin' out in the street. There was a group of guys coming in the opposite direction. Jay tapped my shoulder and pointed at them. I was scanning them all, one by one. Towards the middle of the group I spotted one of 'em staring right back at me. He was lookin' good. With my gaze fixed on him, and being the clumsy person that I am, my foot slipped off the sidewalk and I fell. I heard a couple of giggles from the surrounding crowd but not from the guys. They all rushed over but I clearly remember seeing Soda in the front. A hand reached out towards mine and pulled me up. It was a hard pull too, cuz I remember being real close to him once I was up.

"You alright?" he asked.

"Uh huh" I replied not sure what I was doing. I stared up at his eyes for the longest time. He grinned and turned around. Before I knew it, they were all gone. Jay turned to me and smiled big. There was no need for words. We both knew exactly what had happened. For the first time since I fell, I realized that my ankle was throbbing with pain.

That same week I saw him at school. I hadn't realized he went there before until he went up to my locker and asked if I was the girl who fell. This was of course, before we dropped out. After that, we started getting together and that's how that became this.

For a while I forgot where I was and found myself holding on tight to the shirt. What to wear problem solved. I showered, got ready, and grabbed my jacket and purse.

"That was too easy." I said to myself as I walked away and my house got smaller and smaller.

Suddenly, something hit me. Something that I never really paid attention to. My dad could care less if I ran away from home. The only reason he yells at me is because he doesn't want me to be happy and he despises Soda or anyone that can make me happy. He doesn't really care about my safety. All he wants is his equally selfish girlfriend, Kathy. Come to think of it, I don't like my dad either. I didn't go around tellin' him not see Kathy or askin' why he's late. Why'd he have to be like that? I tried to kick a rock but completely missed it. For some reason that made me angrier.

Ok, there's the second chapter. Now, I would like to thank my friend Mrs.PonyboyCurtis (Ello Sami) for helping me with my title and summary. My brain is not capable of doing that on its own. See you guys next week. Babye.