I wrote the 1st two chapters of this tonight instead of sleeping.

Disclaimer: I don't own the outsiders if I did Johnny and Dally would be alive *Cries*

Good thing this is my fanfic soooo, poof! Dally and Johnny live! Anyway on with the story!

The curtis house was probably the quietest it had ever been on sunday; which is to say, it wouldn't last.

The rain poured violently outside, forcing all occupants to stay at the house until it would eventually clear out in the morning. Not that it was any different for anyone though, they all practically lived there. Ponyboy was in his room at his desk, silently reading a book he'd found in the house. Johnny wasn't far away, lying in the bed as he, for the first time in a while, peacefully slept.

In the distance, he heard a mickey episode playing in the background; most likely Two-Bit's doing. Darry was sat in the kitchen, worrying over a few bills that were placed at the counter. Sodapop, Dally, and Steve were playing a game of poker, which he knew because occasionally there would be a sound of protest followed by Sodapop's laughter.

Ponyboy absentmindedly glanced out the window at the pouring rain, he glanced back up again when he saw a person near their street.

Moron, who drives in this weather? He thought, it was odd to see someone out and about when the town had been given a clear warning to stay indoors. He only placed his book down and locked his eyes to the window when the person got out of the car and started towards his house.

He felt a flash of panic, why would a social worker be here now? His panic was paused when he noticed the brown package that was held by the stranger. He figured it might be the mailman, so pushing himself up, he headed to the hall to get it.

"What are doing?" He turned around at Darry's question, meeting his brothers confused gaze.

"There's mail." He answered, shrugging his shoulders at the question. "It's a package, it'll get wet if we leave it out there." Darry rolled his eyes at his brother as if had said the stupidest lie ever.

"There's no mail on sunday, so try again, where are-" Ponyboy, annoyed that his brother though he was lying, gritted his teeth and wrenched open the door. A gust of wind hit the room, making a few cards fly off the table and rain fly in. Darry's shoulders tensed and he opened his mouth to yell, but, he stopped short.

There in the middle of the patio, lied a perfect dry, brown package with a small white sticker plastered on the top. The sticker read, Important Package: Instant delivery to the Curtis residence and others.

Darry walked forward, gently pulling his brother behind him and out of the rain, and picked up the box. He tilted it from side to side, a quiet banging sounded from inside. He closed the door and dropped it on the coffee table, Ponyboy crept behind him and went back to his room. A moment later he returned with a yawning Johnny and his pocket knife, he handed the knife to his brother and dropped to the floor with Johnny.

Darry cut open the packages wrapping, rolling his eyes at how the others crowded noisily. In the bottom of the box lied two things: A book and a note.

"Did you order this?" He asked Ponyboy, Instantly assuming his brother got a book at the library. His brother shook his head, leaning in to gaze at the book. It read The Outsiders, it looked like a essay paper with the way it was stapled together in parts.

"Does it say who it's from?" Steve spoke up, flipping through his hand as his interst was lost at seeing the book.

"No," He replied, flipping the pages, he gazed at all the writing. "Just says it's important."

Ponyboy, growing more curious grabbed the note and began to read it over while the others talked. His face grew in disbelief, the more his read it the more worried he became. He gasped softly, it wasn't possible for that to happen. Johnny, who had been looking over his shoulder, flinched as he finished reading the note.

The others noticed the two's shocked faces, and made grabs for the note. Darry, being the closest, caught it first and read it out-loud.

"To Ponyboy Curtis, his family, and his friends,

It is very unlikely that you are going to believe what I am about to tell you, before I do, do not think this as a prank or a joke. If this knowledge was lost to you, it would have dire consequences. No one, but you, can know about this. Ever. This is from the future.

Before you laugh, I can prove it.

Darrel: the trophy case; Sodapop: July 13th; Dallas: Metropolitan, New York; Steve: The cornfield; Two-Bit: Age 10, two weeks before; Johnny: The pond, age 5; Ponyboy: Locker room, september 10th.

I know you will believe me now, you have to read this. If not, I promise bad things will happen. To ensure you read this, I will keep your secrets (though I recommend that they are told) unless you refuse to read it. I am sorry for what you are about to find out.

Sin,

A friend."

All around the room, noise was nonexistent, all talking had came to a stop as faces paled. Ponyboy took a breath shakily, he couldn't believe what he read. No one, expect them, knew about that day. He wasn't eager to let that secret out, he grabbed the book.

"All in favor?" He asked, holding the book to turn to the first page. Not a sound of protest filled the room, he nodded opening the first page.