Where Have You Been All My Life?
AN: Hi there! This is my first Outsiders fanfiction! Yay! Well, here it is!
Disclaimer: I don't own it... blah blah blah.
Disaster and Friendly Faces
Ann Mele(AN: pernounced Meal-lee) had an okay life, good enough for her, anyway. She was 15 and lived in Tulsa. She was a greaser girl. She got treated like crap alot, but she figured it was better than getting killed. Ann basically kept to herself. She didn't go out much, because she had nowhere to go. Her daily rutine was: get up, go to school, come home, go to sleep. There wasn't much action in between. Ann was a nobody. No one noticed her, few people bothered her. She didn't mind, though. All the trouble she ever really had was from her parents. The beat her and screamed at her and threatened her, but she tried to ignore them. The only time Ann didn't mind being around her parents was at meal times. Too much food in there mouths for them to complain about Ann and the way she did or didn't do things. Ann's parents weren't always that way. They were kind and loving when she was younger. If they had always been so whiny and annoying and angry, Ann would have sufficated herself in the wholm.
On Friday, Ann came home from school to find cop cars and fire trucks outside her house. Her burning house. Ann began to panic. She started running toward her house. A police officer grabbed her before she could make it to the front lawn.
"You can't go in there! Are ya crazy? It's burning down," That officer told Ann. She didn't care.
"That's my house, so fuck off! I need to find my parents!" Ann said urgently, trying to break out of the officer's grasp on her.
"I'm sorry miss, but your parents didn't get out yet," the officer informed her. "They won't make it out, no matter what. There are too many flames, and the firemen can't put them out."
Ann just stood there in shock, her face pale and tear-stained. Her parents hadn't been very kind to her, but she still loved them. Her dad was a drunk and both her parents smoked rapidly. Ann's mother was always in a bad mood and worked constantly. But Ann cared for her parents. She had tried to get them down to 3 packs of Kool a day, but it ended in a huge arguement and Ann getting beat for 'disrespecting her parents.'
After the flames died down and were completely put out, there was nothing but debris left in place of what used to be Ann's home. When Ann was finally able to tell her legs to start moving, she went over to the cop that she spoke to before.
"How did the fire start?" she asked him.
"Well, somebody fell asleep while smoking. The house caught on fire and your parents didn't wake up until it was too late. Like I said before, miss, I am sorry for your losses. I'm going to take ya to a girls' home now, since you don't have anywhere to--Miss! Get back here!"
As soon as Ann heard that she was going to be taken to a girls' home, she started running. She was not going to be taken to a girls' home, never. Ann didn't care that she had no money, no food, no clothes, no family, and no home. She was not gunna go anywhere she didn't want to go. Ann ran and ran until she couldn't run anymore. She collapsed in the park near the swings. Ann sat there, on the ground, and cried.
She didn't stop crying until she heard a voice say, "Are you alright?"
Ann rubbed her eyes and looked up to see who had spoken to her. She saw two boys who looked like they might be her age. One boy had black hair that was greased and messy. He looked very beat up and seemed sort of mysterious, especially when you looked at his eyes, which were big and black. The other boy had brown-ish colored hair. He didn't really look beat up, except for a big scab on his neck.
Ann looked down at the dirt and said, "No. No, I'm not alright. I have no family, no home, no nothing. I should just kill myself right now and get the suffering over with. You gotta blade?"
The two boys looked at each other worriedly, then the brunette said, "Well, my name is Ponyboy Curtis and this here is Johnny Cade. And we aren't gunna let you kill yourself. What's your name?"
"Ann Mele. Nice to meet ya," Ann said to them, happy they didn't give her a blade. She was afraid of what she might have done with it.
"Well, listen. Maybe if you come with us to my house, you can calm down a little and relax," Ponyboy offered.
Ann took a good look at them. They looked nice enough, didn't seem like they would try anything with her. Ann said okay and followed the boys. As they were walking, Ponyboy asked how old Ann was.
"I'm 15," she told them.
"Oh. I'm 14," Ponyboy said.
"What bout you, Johnny?" Ann asked.
"16," he said shyly.
"Oh, cool."
"You from Tulsa?" Ponyboy asked.
"Yeah. I live about 10 blocks from the park," Ann answered.
After that, the three of them walked in silence. Ann liked Ponyboy and Johnny, even though she didn't really know them all that well. A while later, they reached what Ann asumed was Ponyboy's house. They walked in, to find the house full of guys. A very muscular guy who seemed to be the oldest of the group was sitting in a chair, reading the paper. Two others were wrestling on the floor, near another boy who was sitting cross-legged in front of the television, which had Mickey Mouse on it's screen. Soon they all looked up to see who had walked in the house and had curious faces when they saw Ann. Ann felt nervous with all the guys staring at her. She was not used to getting much attention, especially not from a bunch of boys. Cute boys, to be exact.
Mr. Muscular got up and asked, "Pony, who's your friend?"
"This is Ann Mele. She was real upset when me and Johnny found her in the park. I told her she should come home with us so she could calm down a bit. She seems to be having a real bad day, Dar," Ponyboy told Mr. Muscular.
Mr. Muscular turned to Ann and said, "I'm Darry, Ponyboy's oldest brother. Nice to meet ya."
"Nice to meet you too," Ann said to Darry with a weak smile on her face. Soon the others were all standing and introducing themselves.
A boy with short black hair and an eagle tattoo on his arm greeted her next, "Hi. I'm Steve Randle."
"Hi," Ann said back as the boy that was wrestling with Steve came up to her. He had drop-dead gorgeous looks and a movie-star smile.
"Hello there. I'm Sodapop, Pony's other older brother," he flashed her one of those smiles, and Ann smiled back.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sodapop," Ann said, joking around.
"Oh no, the pleasure is all mine, Ann, " Soda said back. All the others went, "Ooooohhh" and Soda and Ann laughed. The last of the boys had rusty-colored hair with sideburns. He had the wackiest grin Ann had ever seen on his face.
"Howdy!" he said.
"Uh...hi," Ann said back.
"I'm Two-Bit."
"Nice to meet ya, Two-Bit."
"Ya wanna know what's a real bummer?"
"Uh, I guess."
"You ain't a blonde. Shoot, I only go for the blondes, but maybe I'll make an exception for you," Two-Bit said, putting an arm around Ann's shoulder.
"Lucky me," Ann said sarcasticly witha smile on her face. She took Two-Bit's arm off her shoulder and Pony gestured for her to sit next to him on the couch.
When Ann sat down Darry spoke, "Now, what kinda trouble you in?"
Ann's smile turned into a frown and she looked down at the floor. "It's a long story," Ann told them. At that, Soda sat next to her on the couch, Darry sat in the chair, and Johnny, Two-Bit, and Steve sat on the floor. Ann told them everything that happened to her. When she finished, she started crying. Soda and Pony comforted her. Soda was hugging her tightly and telling her soothing things while Ponyboy rubbed her back and 'shushed' her. When Ann stopped crying she told everyone that she was just exhausted from the day's events. Darry said she could rest in Sodapop and Ponyboy's room and told her that they would sort things out in the morning. Ann followed Soda to the bedroom and when she was in it, Sodapop said, "I'm real sorry about what happened to your parents and everything. I know how it feels. My parents died in a car wreck."
"I'm so sorry Sodapop."
"Well, go on and get some shut eye now," Soda said, leaving the room.
Ann layed bed on the bed and soon drifted off into dreamland, where nothing bad happens and parents don't die.
AN: Well, what do ya think so far? Constructive critisism is welcome, and, of course, flattery is too! hehehe. Please review and tell me what ya think of my fan fiction!
