I do NOT own The Outsiders, or any of its characters created by S.E. Hinton, just Maggie and her family.

Still two weeks previous, Sunday, June 27, 1965-Oklahoma:

"Dang it, Two-Bit! Why can't you watch where you're going?"

"Shut up, Steve! I didn't mean to hit her; she just appeared out of no where! Hey, kid, you ok?"

I sat up from the hard asphalt beneath me and immediately put my hand to my forehead. I had to squeeze my eyes shut a couple times because it felt like blood was rushing behind them and I couldn't see real well. Sort of like when you get out of bed too fast in the morning. "Oh…what happened?" I asked.

"I kind of…tapped you with my car," said the guy who I was guessing was Two-Bit. "You should really watch where you're going, you know," he said matter-of-factly.

"Um, well…I'm sorry?" I offered.

"Yeah, well be more careful next time," he helped me up. The other guy whacked him on the arm.

"What?" Two-Bit asked.

"You know what. It was your fault," the other guy stated.

Two-Bit waved a hand, "Tomatoes, Tamatoes. What's your name?"

"Uh," I panicked for a second when I couldn't think of an answer. "Maggie," I remembered.

I started moving around a bit to see if I was damaged. I felt alright, besides being dizzy and the left side of my body throbbing. When I brushed off my palms on my jeans, they stung. As I looked at them, I noticed they were pink and realized they must have been skinned when I hit the road.

"Hey, you doing okay? You look…pale," Steve said.

I looked around and thought, No, I am NOT okay, because I didn't recognize anything around me. The second thing I thought was, what a dump! I tried to remember what had just happened, and the last thing I remember is Becky and me at the party. Everything after that is blank. Did I pass out, I wondered. But then how did I end up in the street? Becky wouldn't leave me here…

"Where am I?" I asked.

"We're on Nickson Street," Two-Bit answered. He and Steve exchanged an is-she-crazy? Look.

Nothing looked familiar. "No," I said, "I mean more specifically."

"Tulsa, Oklahoma," Steve said. I felt like I was going to toss my cookies. Thankfully, I didn't and I managed to swallow. Had I been kidnapped? How long had I been gone? "Look, do you need us to call someone for you? Or take you to the hospital?"

"Or local whacky shack," Two-Bit mumbled, but I heard it.

I also noticed how out of style everyone's clothes looked, how old fashioned the cars seemed, and how cheap things were when I saw a poster in a shop window that said "Rootbeers-5 cents!" "Jeez, what's the date?" I asked semi-sarcastically.

Two-Bit seemed to think I was serious, since he said, "Sunday, June 27, 1965."

"Are you kidding me?!" Suddenly everything felt really heavy; little black spots danced across my vision. And that's when I blacked out again.

I heard mumbled voices as my vision slowly focused.

"Is she waking up?"

"I think so…should we speed things up and pour some ice water on her?"

My eyes were open then. "Don't you dare," I mumbled. I was starting to get frustrated from being confused and disoriented for the second time that day…or was it night…jeez what happened?

"Up and at 'em," Two-Bit said as he helped me sit up on the couch. I was thankful again that I had a strong stomach.

"Where am I now?" I wondered out loud.

"Well if we tell you, are you going to faint again?" Steve asked.

"No, I promise," I said.

"We're at the Curtis' house, you'll meet them later."

"Where you from?" Two-Bit inquired.

"Wisconsin," I answered.

"That where you got that cute accent?" he asked. Normally I'd get pissed off if someone said I had an accent because I DON'T…but he said it was cute so…

Steve gave him a look that plainly said "come on, this is no time for flirting."

"Is it really 1965?" I asked.

"Yeah…" they said in unison.

I did the math. That meant I was forty-five years in the past! What the hell... I wondered. Oklahoma, they said I was in Oklahoma too, so I was not only in the past but in a different state. I felt sadness fog through my chest. This wasn't a dream, everything felt too real. When am I going to get back home? How am I going to get back home? I just want my mommy! I thought. I started crying when I realized this means that I might never see my friends and family again. Heck, if we were forty-five years in the past, in a different state, they didn't even exist yet!

"Whoa, hey, what's wrong? I'm sorry I hit you with my car; do you need some Aspirin or something? Does it hurt?" Two-Bit said comfortingly. Steve seemed more freaked-out about me crying.

"I-jus…an-I don't know…wha t-do!" I blubbered. Jeez, this was embarrassing, but I couldn't make myself stop.

Two-Bit ran off to what I guessed was the kitchen (I couldn't see very well through the flow of tears) while Steve shifted from foot to foot awkwardly. He came back with a piece of chocolate cake and some chocolate milk. There is nothing more comforting to me than a glass of chocolate milk. I was grateful, to say the least.

After I had calmed down and finished my snack, I turned to Two-Bit who was seated next to me on the couch (Steve had decided to sit on the floor and watch T.V.). He had been telling stories and dirty jokes until I laughed. That reminded me of that song "You May Be Right" by Billy Joel, but of course I couldn't say this because that song probably hasn't even been invented yet!

"So, why don't you explain what's going on with you?" he asked.

"Well..." I didn't know if I should tell them that I had somehow ended up in the past, they'd probably think I was crazy…again!