A/N: Here is a new outsider fiction I been working on, sorry about my spelling, and I hope you enjoy this story. I wrote it a while ago, but my internet decided not to work for the last few months, so I just barely got around to posting the first few chapters.

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own the characters, except the girls of course, minus Angela.

Have a good read...

Tim's Girl – Chapter Three

I was just stepping out of church, when I heard a familiar loud motor roar.

Sister Margrethe, who was one of the first real friends I made when I moved to Tulsa, was standing beside me, "You know that young man?"

I smiled at the older woman, "Yeah, I do. I glanced at him, and gave a small wave, letting him know I saw him."

"I wasn't sure you were expecting him, saying at how surprised you looked seeing him just now," She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, before placing the keys she had in her other hand, in her pocket, "I am guessing you don't need a ride home, am I right dear?"

"No thank you, Margrethe, I will see you next week," I kissed her cheek, before walking over towards a waiting Tim, "What are you doing here?"

"Well I figured that you might be to tired to walk home, so I thought I would give you a ride," He answered, as he waved towards where Margrethe was still watching.

"She always get's me, and brings me home," I answered, "Besides, I usually go to the Curtis's, since it's closer then my house. My brother is usually at there house, by the time I get out of service, anyways."

"What you think the sister would think, if she knew the way you kissed me last night, he asked as he helped me onto his bike," He pulled away from the church, without waiting for me to reply to his question.

I noticed as we passed the Curtis's street, as my brother turned the corner, but quickly turned to follow us, "My brother is behind us," I shouted, as I glanced back at my brother.

Tim laughed, as he glanced behind him, and turned on the same dirt road that lead to the pond from yesterday, "He'll regret seeing what I plan on doing." He got off the bike, and then helped me do the same, as we walked to where a small dock was, "I enjoy coming here to think, you know when there ain't a bunch of people around."

My brother was walking behind us, "Samantha, what you doing, thought you went to church this morning?"

I glared at my brother, at hearing what he really meant, "So you think I am lieing?" I turned to face him, fighting back the tears.

My brother just returned my glare, "Well I didn't see you, when you came home last night, and when I went to meet you at the Curtis's, I see you with Shepard, riding on the back of his bike."

I swung a hard right hook, hearing the sound of a bone crack, as the tears now fell freely, "You should know me better then that, you obviously didn't come home last night, and see that I was tucked in bed. I know you didn't go home, so don't say you did, because Buck would had told you, that I was home, and then gone to church. Sister Margrethe, even would tell you, you know she's not a liar."

My brother rubbed his sore jaw, as he looked at me, "Why are you here, this early?"

I smirked as I turned to look at Tim, as he pulled me into his embrace, and kissed me hard. After a couple minutes of watching me kiss Tim, my brother left using a few choice words, about how a brother shouldn't watch his fifteen year old sister kiss anyone like that.

"Well that got rid of him," Tim answered, pulling out of the embrace, and taking my hand as we sat on the edge of the dock. "Remind me to never make you mad."

"Don't worry, that's about the only thing I know how to do, is a hard right hook," I answered softly, "Steve, he showed me how to, in case any of the girls got rough."

He reached into his pocked, and pulled out a pocket knife, and then handed it to me, "Take this, if you plan on sticking around me," he laughed at my puzzled expression, "It's not to use on me, it's in case any of the guys in my group get rough with you."

"I don't want to kill anyone," I exclaimed, giving him the blade back, "Plus I don't even know how to hold a blade."

"You won't kill anyone, I could show you some moves," He stood to his feet, and helped me onto mine, before positioning me where he wanted, "Now I am going to come up behind you, when a intruder does that, you are going to stab him in the leg, and twist it before running for help," he guided my hand, as he explained the movements to defend myself, "You smell good."

I blushed as I felt his breath on my neck, "Tim, what are you doing?"

"Your hair smells good," He turned me in his arms, and kissed me gently, "Samantha, I never thought I would date someone, almost six years younger then me," He was smiling at my reaction.

"You're twenty-one?" I asked, taking a step back, but not leaving his embrace.

"You have a problem with my age?" He asked, with a small smirk.

"Not a single one?" I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, and kissing him,

When we got back to the Curtis's, since that was a Sunday routine of mine, we walked straight to the back yard where Darry was cooking some burgers. The other guys were messing around, seeing who could do the best back flip, which was mostly Randle. Or, just sitting in the shade watching, which was mostly Ponyboy, and Johnny.

"Hey Tim," Darry greeted, in his usual tone, not friendly or rude.

"Darry, how you been? Haven't seen you around the Lot, lately." Tim shook the older Curtis's hand, "Is work going good?"

"Yeah, picked up another job, helping to install carpets," The oldest Curtis, answered, "How is Curly, and Angela?"

"Angela, she's doing alright, in junior high now," He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, as he looked at me, "You have to meet her sometime."

"And Curly?" Ponyboy asked, as he joined us, "Haven't seen him at school."

"Yeah, he got expelled, he got a job helping at the pet store though, old man Hindly needs the help."

"Jacob Hindly?" I asked, recognizing the name.

"Yeah, you know him?" Pony asked, surprised since I never went to far from here, my brother, or the church.

"I know him, he goes to the same church as me, he invites me to visit his shop all the time," I answered, he's a real nice old man.

"Church, never would had figured him the type, with the vocabulary he uses," Two Bit commented, as he came to stand with us, "Then again, hearing your vocabulary, maybe I do believe it now."

I just rolled my eyes, scanning the back yard for my brother, "Where is my brother?"

"He said something about taking a bike ride, to visit a friend in Texas," Johnny answered, from beside Pony, "I thought he was going to bring you, he usually does."

I just ran into the house, pissed off at my brothers sudden road trip, "Damn Dally," I ran into the bathroom, getting ready to slam the door, when suddenly it was caught by Tim, "Tim, please ju-" I turned my back, as tears started falling from my eyes.

He shut the door, before turning me around in his arms, and pulling me close, "Don't cry, hate seeing girls cry."

I glared at him, as I pulled out of his arms, "I didn't ask you to follow me, I am only fifteen."

He calmly sat on the toilet, and pulled me onto his lap, before pressing his lips to mine.

I weakly smacked his chest, but remained sitting on his lap, as I dried my tears, "I'm mad, don't do that."

"Do what?" He asked, as he gently kissed my neck, and tighten his hold on me.

I closed my eyes, and took a breath, "I would like to be mad at my brother, but you doing that-"

"Shhh," He trailed his lips up my throat, until they were on my own, before pulling slightly away, "I will kick his ass, just let me kiss you." His lips were right back on mine, as he turned me to straddle his lap, bringing my chest closer to his, "You're beautiful, Samantha."

Knock! Knock! Knock! "Sammy, are you alright in there?"

I jumped at the pounding on the door, and quickly readjusted my skirt, "Yeah, I'm fine Steve, I'll be right out." I splashed some water on my face, and noticed Tim, as he adjusted himself, "Sorry," I mumbled quickly to him, "I-"

He just smirked, as he gently kissed my lips, before opening the door, "You didn't do anything, did you?"

I just rolled my eyes, as I walked past him, and a puzzled Steve, "Hi, Steve."

Three Hours Later

I was pacing back and forth in my room, as Tim laid across my bed, "I can't believe he went without me!"

"So what exactly happened?" Buck, was leaning against my dresser, glaring towards where Tim was lying comfortably. "And why are you in her room, Tim?"

I stopped and stared at, Buck, "He gave me a ride home."

"Not what I asked," Buck rolled his eyes, and then looked at me, "Why is he laying on your bed?"

"Because we're going to have sex, Buck, want to watch?" I rolled my eyes, already annoyed with the male population, "Relax Buck, I was just kidding, don't you think I would had shut the door."

Buck just returned his glare at Tim, "My room is right down the hall, Tim." He glanced at me quickly, before leaving my room, and shutting the door behind him till it was only opened a crack.

I walked over to my bed, and sat at the foot, "Can't believe I said that," I mumbled, burying my face, in my hands.

"Took me by surprise," Tim laughed, as he sat beside me, and pulled me onto his lap, "You want me to kick your brothers ass, when he comes back?"

"I could handle him," I smiled, as I kissed his cheek, "I'm surprised your still here, after I acted like a cry baby."

He leaned in, and kissed me roughly, "You're all woman, from where I'm siting," he wrapped his arms around my waist.

The next thing I remember, was waking up to the sun shining through my window, and Tim's arm wrapped around my waist, wearing the same jeans, and top, I put on when I returned home from the, Curtis's. I glanced at the door, and saw it read 6:30a.m.

Tim, was still wearing his own clothes, minus his coat, as his bare arm tightened around my waist, "Why are you moving so much?"

"I got to get ready for school," I answered, trying to get out of bed, with little success.

"Why?"

"Because, I am still a student," I answered, kissing his cheek, "I don't remember falling asleep."

"You read some of that poem book, then we both passed out," He opened his eyes, and smiled when he caught my gaze, "I'll give you a ride to school." He sat up, allowing me to finally do the same, "Get dressed, wear that number, which I met you in the other day."

"It's in the laundry, and my brother actually burnt the rest," I mumbled, as I looked through the closet, and pulled out a navy blue dress, "I'll be right back," I hurried to the bathroom, and started to get ready,

Sarah, came in behind me, and smiled, "Want me to do your hair?"

"You don't like me," I mumbled, as she started teasing my hair, and placed a heaad band.

She looked at me surprised, "Who said that?"

"Dally," I answered, as I started applying the make up, which I had bought when I went shopping the other day. "He said you didn't like us."

"I don't like your brother, because he does whatever he wants, without caring about those who are affected. You actually help out around here," She smiled, as she turned me to face her, before spraying some hairspray, "You're a good person. Tim's helmet, shouldn't even be able to budge your hair now."

"Thanks for helping me, Sarah," I smiled as I left the restroom, after she closed the door.

Tim was waiting downstairs, when I finally joined him, he grinned when he say me, "Wow, should I be worried?"

I stared at him confused, "About what?"

"You look great," He wrapped his arms around my waist, as we walked to where his bike was parked, then helped me onto the back. "Might have to let the guys at your school know, who's girl you are."

"Tim, only guys who pay attention to me, are Johnny, Ponyboy, Soda, and Steve," I held onto his waist, as he started the bike, "You don't have to worry about me."

Apparently everything I said to him on the way to school, were just a bunch of waisted words, because before I gave me a very passionate kiss in front of the school. He scanned the crowd, probably making sure all the guys saw, before kissing me again quickly before pulling away.

"I'm almost afraid to walk with you," Ponyboy came up beside me, smiling as he watch Tim, drive away.

"I don't know what got into him," I looked at my friend, hopeing he could explain.

Steve answered instead, as he took my shoulder bag for me, "He did that, so the other guys won't touch you, pretty much claiming you as his property."

I rolled my eyes, "I told him not to worry about me, and the other guys."

"So," Steve placed my bag back over my shoulder, once we came inside the school, "Ill see you after school."

"So you, and Tim?" Johnny asked, as I approached my locker, which was next to his, and Pony's.

"I will see you guys after school," I called, ignoring anymore conversation.

Six Months Later

I was doing back flips on the balancing beam, not even noticing my anyone around me. I loved doing gymnastics, but hadn't been here in time to join the team last year, because I came after the tryouts. The coach still let me use the room, when her team wasn't practicing, so I usually came in here during my lunch.

"You're really good, Winston," The coach explained, as she came into the gymnasium.

I slid off the beam, and walked over to my school bags, "I'm sorry coach, I know you said I could use it , when not one was in here. Since-"

She smiled, as she held onto my arms, "Samantha, you could use it, I didn't change my mind," she lead me over to the bleachers, "I hope you plan on trying out next year, especially wish you came to town before tryouts this year."

"I am going to look for a job, so I won't have time to do after school activities," I saw the disappointment across her face.

"You're only fifteen, why do you need a job?"

"Because I recently became, Emancipated, and so I need to earn my own living," I stood back up, and started to leave, before realizing what I just admitted.

She came up behind me, and looked at me worriedly, "I thought your brother had custody of you?"

"He moved to Texas, helping out with rodeos there," I was tried to avoid looking at her face, "Since my mother doesn't want me anymore, she even sent me the damn papers, so I had no choice but to sign. I'm alright though, I still have a place to stay, just would be nice to help when I can though."

"How long have you been on your own?" She asked, now walking beside me, through the empty halls. Lunch time, the halls were almost always empty, since everyone at in the cafeteria, parking lot, or football field.

"Does the principle know?" She asked.

"Coach, please don't tell him, I need an education," I was squeezing her hand, not even realizing it, "He will not let me stay here."

"Where are you living?"

"At the Merril Residence," I answered, right before the bell rang, "I need to get to my next class, see you around coach." I didn't even give her time to say anything, as I hurried down the hall.

She smiled at me, as she walked with me, down the hall, "I won't say anything, you have my word."

That couldn't have gone worse...

Buck's House

"I'm home," I tossed my bag onto the bar, when I entered my home for the last six months.

"Welcome home, Sam," Buck, popped up from behind the bar, scaring me in the process, "Sorry, thought you heard me back here," he tried not to laugh.

"I guess I had to much shit going on in my mind," I sat at one of the bar stools, "Where is, Sarah?"

"She's at school, she get's her Cosmetology license soon," He answered proudly, as he set a cup of coke in front of me, "Your boyfriend called."

"What he say?" I asked, after taking a drink.

"He'll be here around five," Buck answered, as he fixed himself a drink, and sat beside me, "Your brother called, he's coming to visit this weekend. I told him it was up to you, if he was allowed to stay here during his visit."

"It's your house, Buck, and I won't even be here. I'll do what I did last time he visited," I grabbed my bag, and then groaned, "Just one time today, I would like to here someone say, 'By the way, Sam, Happy Birthday,'" I was getting ready to run upstairs, when Buck stopped me, and spun me around, "What, Buck?"

He held up a key, and then placed it in my hand, "Happy Birthday, Sam."

I stared at the key, and then at him, a little confused, "What's this?"

"Do you pay attention to your surroundings at all, when you come home?" He took my hand, and dragged me back outside, where there was a lime green 'Mustang', next to Buck's red mustang, "You got two mustangs now?"

"I bought a new one, and am giving you, my old one," He placed the key's in my hand, and grinned, "I fixed it up, and everything for you. Tim actually paid for the new engine, and interior."

"You shouldn't have," I tried handing him back the keys.

"I wasn't going to sale it, this was my first car," He explained, as he walked me over to the drivers side, "Why do you think, I spent so much time teaching you to drive this thing, not just anyone knows how to work her."

"Why?" I asked, as I turned to him.

"Because, Sarah, already has a car, and your the closes thing besides her, to being family," He opened the drivers door, and helped me in side, "It's three-thirty, go have a a little spin."

I waved as I drove away from the large yellow house, and headed towards the only place, which I could think of to go. I honked the horn, when I saw Tim, bending over the hood of his brothers truck. "Hey!"

He stared at me, then smirked, "Happy Birthday, Babe."

I parked behind the truck, and then made my way to my boyfriend, "Thank you."

He slammed the hood of the truck down, and walked over to where I was leaning against my own hood, "Now I don't need to worry about you walking all over town, if one of us can't give you a ride," he lifted me onto the hood, as he leaned in and kissed me. "How was your day?"

I smiled into the kiss, and frowned when he pulled away, "Can we go to your room?" I leaned back in, and kissed his lips gently.

"You never been past my living room, and now you want to go to my room?" He watched as a couple of guys road by, before looking back at me, "It's kind of messy."

"Hey Sam, nice car," Curly came out of the house, and whistled as he checked out my car. "Nice Mustang."

"I fixed your radiator, should be safe to drive to work," Time tossed his brother some keys, then wrapped his arm around my waist, "Don't be late for work."

"So you want me to be a day early?" Curly asked, trying not to laugh, he rolled his eyes, "If you want to be alone, just say so. Angela is sleeping over at a girlfriends house, and I'm meeting Johnny, and Ponyboy, at the nightly double." He jumped into his truck, and drove off.

Once we made it to Tim's room, he had me on the bed in a matter of second, with my blouse already tossed on the floor, along with his own shirt.

He smirked when he noticed my bra, "New bra?"

"Sarah, she bought me a few new ones, when I told her about how far our make out sessions have been going," I felt my cheeks warm, as I explained my new garments.

"If you start wearing this kind of bras for now on, I don't know how long I would be able to control my self around you," He flicked the front of my garment, causing it to pop open, "Please tell me to stop," he groaned, as he buried his head in my shoulder.

I rolled him onto his back, and smiled, "Tim, I don't want you to stop," I pressed my lips to his, as my hands slid down to his pants, "I want to do this."

He removed my hands from his pants, and brought them to his lips, as he laid beside me, "You're so beautiful, and I want your first time to be special."

I refastened my bra, as I stared at him, "What makes it special?"

He cupped my cheek in his hand, as he rested his head on his other, "I want it to be special for you, for the same reason I never brought you into my room."

"Where would be special?" I sat Indian-style, as I faced him, "Isn't as long as we're together, special enough?"

"I want to be with you, where I never brought anyone else before," He took a hold of my hands, which were fidgeting with the comforter, "Your first time should be special."

"Fine, let's go for a drive, in my new car then," I tossed on my blouse, and watched as he did the same with his shirt, before leading him to my car, "Let's go to the warehouse."

Tim looked at me confused, when I handed him the keys, and got in the passenger seat, "You drive."

"My brother is coming to town," I was leaning against him, as he kept a hand around my shoulder, and his other on the steering wheel, "Do you think, April, will let me stay with her while my brother is visiting again?"

"She is going camping with, Roadie," Tim answered, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze, "I could stay with you, while he is visiting."

"I would love to see his face, when he see's you sleeping in my bed," I laughed at the reaction.

"Wait until he finds out about, Georgia," My boyfriend mentioned.

"I think she makes a better girlfriend for, Two-Bit," I smiled when I thought about the newest couple.

He stopped in front of a pool hall, and smirked at me, "I am not taking you to the warehouse," he took a hold of my hand, and kissed my palm, where there was a small scar from our first date, "You like playing, right?"

I blushed as I remembered, when my boyfriend taught me, and how close we were, "You just like making sure everyone knows who's girl I am."

He grinned, as he pulled me into his embrace, and kissed me as some of the patrons exited the bar, "Is that such a bad thing?"

"Not at all," I smiled, as I kissed his chin, "Let's play pool."

"You look great in jeans," Tim was leaning above me, as he showed me how to make one of the shots in, which I really didn't need help with, "Sweet, and sixteen now."

"Tim," I tried not to blush, as I felt his hand slide to my hips,

He set the stick back on the table, and took my hand, leading me back to where we had parked, "I want to take you somewhere, let's forget pool."

An hour later, found the two of us at the pond, in the back seat, of my mustang.

"I would have to say, this is a first for me," Tim mumbled, as he kissed my now bare shoulder, as I laid in his arms. "Actually never had sex in the back seat of a car," he was rubbing my stomach, "You know, I didn't intend our first time to be in the back of the car, are you alright?"

"A little sore, but Sarah, and April, told me that was to be expected," I sat up, and started to put my clothes back on, "They actually came with me, so I could get on the pill."

"April told me she went with you," Tim slid up his own jeans, but left his shirt off, as he helped me slide over to the front seat, "I love that ass."

"Please don't say that," I mumbled, trying to hide the blush, which he was good at causing.

"I love you," He climbed over the seat, and sat beside me, wrapping an arm around me, "I want to live together."

"I love you to. You'll have to ask, Buck," I answered, without much thought, "But you pretty much are at the house most night, but-"

"Shut up, woman," He laughed, rubbing the back of my neck, "and before you think I am asking you to move into my house, I am not. We would get our own place."

"You want to live with me, alone?" I stopped in front of Buck's, turning to look at my boyfriend.

"In our own place, yes," He pulled me onto his lap, and started kissing me, "Marry me."

"What?" I opened the door, and got out of the car.

"I love you, and you love me too," Tim was right behind me, "Samantha."

I wiped my eyes, as I felt the tears sliding down my eyes, "Tim, please not now."

He stopped me from walking any further, and turned me to face him, "Did I do something, are you mad at me?"

I laughed weakly, and kissed his cheek, "Tim, I just gave you my virginity, and told you I love you. I don't want you to feel trapped in having to move in someplace with me, and I especially don't need you to feel like we need to get married."

"I didn't ask you to marry me, or move in with me, because you gave me your virginity. I love you, and don't want anyone else," He tilted my head up, so I was staring into his dark eyes, "You changed my world, ever since slamming into me, when you ran away."

I giggled, as I recalled that memory, "So when were you planning?"

"Planning what?" Came an almost none welcoming voice.

Shit...

To be continued...