A/N: WOW! This took awhile to update, my (Sammy) fault! Now I'm typing again! WOOT! So I apologize to y'all for the long hiatus and to Ace I have to thank him for being so, so, so, so, so, so patient! Enough chatter, here we go…

(Meghan's POV)

I walked out of the car and brought the last of my luggage inside. My dad told me I could pick any bedroom, besides the one that was obviously one for him and…mom if she was alive. There were 3 other bedrooms and I picked the one farthest from my dad. I started unpacking when my dad called out to me there was one more box and he wanted me to get it. "Alright!" I yelled coming downstairs and out to the car.

"I can't believe this!" someone yelled. I turned and saw a tall black-haired guy looking at a damage on his car. The headlight was broken and beneath it the car was dented in. "Steve, I'm sorry I didn't mean it," a 14 or 15 year old boy said looking a little scared of the older boy, Steve I guess. Steve took a deep breath, probably before he punched the kid. "Ok, forget it, the Socs fault anyway. They had to fricken try and pull something with a kid driving!" Steve yelled. Socs? What were those? Or they? "I'm sorry Steve, I really…"

"Pony, just forget it, it ain't your fault," he said going inside still looking upset. The younger one, Pony? Um, he was just looking at the damage too. "Looks pretty bad," I said over the fence. I put the box down and went to the fence and Pony turned around. "Yeah it does, did you hear everything?" he asked.

"Yeah I did, your friend must love that car."

"It's his baby."

"Noticed, you got a name? I have one."

"Ponyboy Curtis, yours?"

"Meghan."

"New here?"

"Yep, just today. From Tennessee."

"Cool, why did you move here?"

"Not too sure exactly, well I don't want to talk about why we did, but part of it is my ma died."

"Oh I'm sorry; both of my parents are dead."

"Really? Wow, harsh of life, so do you live with that guy then?"

"No, he's one of my older brother's best friends. My oldest one is my guardian…for good now."

"For good now?"

"Well, we use to get watched by the court. They would come and see how Darry's doing."

"Darry? Your brother?"

"Yeah, so listen, I'll be happy to show you around town later or tomorrow."

"You mean just friends?"

"Well….well…yeah I mean you just moved here, dating right away would be too weird, especially for you."

"Yes it would be," I laughed a little. "Uh, tomorrow might be best."

"Ok, I'll come over tomorrow afternoon and see what happens."

"Alright, see ya then." I watched as he walked back inside. He was cute. Maybe hot was a good word. I carried the last box inside and saw my dad smiling. "What?"

"Already talking to boys?"

"Dad, he's a neighbor and wants to show me around town tomorrow, is that ok?"

"A date already?"

"NO! Dad, it's just as friends, not boy friend, friend!"

"Yeah that's what they all say."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, so can I?"

"I guess you can. I want to meet his parents first though."

"Oh, yeah, his parents are gone…dead."

"Oh," he muttered sadly.

"But he lives with his older brother, you can meet him right?"

"Yeah I suppose, we'll go tomorrow after dinner."

"Alright, thanks dad."

I ran upstairs happily. A friend already, a cute…no, hot one and we kind of share that death thing. He lost his parents though and I only lost my mom. Well, at least he only lost two people…I think. Yeah, probably, who would lose so many people? I sat on my bed thinking of everything we could do. Wait, why? We were just friends. Man, I was thinking too ahead of myself.