Hello everybody….it's cms4ever and cleo4ever44 here with this new story. We've decided to co-write this story together. As you can tell it's an outsider fanfic. We've watched 'A Bronx Tale' 'Our deal by west coast' and plenty of more things to get our idea. In our story the year is 2011, yes we are aware that the outsiders happened around 19th century but it is our story and this is what we choose to do.

We do not own any of the outside characters, but as for the oc characters and plot….it's all ours. So don't go posting our story somewhere else without our permission. If you are, contact Cms4ever or cleo4ever44 first.

Warning: There will be many racist events going on. We do not intend to offend anyone in this time, so I apologize ahead of time if that does happen.

Summary: Ponyboy Curtis falls for the new girl. One problem….she's black. Ponyboy thinks color shouldn't be an issue, but people think other wise. Lucy Keith isn't the perfect chick Ponyboy thought her to be. She has her secrets; the question is what is it? Lucy and Ponyboy will face many problems in there relationship before any fairytale ending.

The color's Black

"Lucy, come here, I have something to show you," Elijah said. I was sleeping over my best friend Angel's house for the weekend.

Elijah was 15 and the older brother of Angel. At the time we were both twelve. He was babysitting us while their parents went grocery shopping. I followed Elijah into his room, placing my hands to rest on my hip.

"What is it?" I asked.

He closed the door behind me and locked it.

"Do you want to play a game with me?" Elijah asked moving closer to me.

"Yes, but can we wait for Angel?" I knew Angel was in the shower and I didn't want to play without her. We did everything together and I was not about to stop now.

"No, it's a game for only two people." He said pushing me on his full king size bed. He got on top of me and started to kiss me.

I squirmed and wiggled under him. My first kiss wasn't suppose to be like this, I thought.

"Elijah please get off of me!" I cried.

Elijah slapped me across my face, his hand left a warm stinging spot on my cheek.

"Listen to me you little bitch! Shut up because no one can hear or help you," he yelled at me.

I felt my cheek dampen from the drops of tears that decided to cascade down my face. Elijah unbuckled his pants and took off his boxers. He grabbed my hand and put it to his intestine; he guided my hand up and down, moaning quietly.

After a while he made me stop and started to put his hands under my shirt to squeeze and fondle my chest.

"Stop!" I screamed hoping someone will hear me.

Elijah slapped me again and used his free hand to cover my mouth.

Outside I could hear a friendly voice call out my name.

"Lucy, Lucy! Where are you?" Angel called.

Elijah quickly got off me and pulled up his pants.

"If you say one single word, I kill you," he threatened me. He pulled me up and shoved me out the room.

In the hallway I sat on the floor. I didn't like Elijah's 'game', I never felt any dirtier.

I jolted up in my bed, my head pounding. I looked down to see my shirt drenched with sweat. I haven't dreamed of what happened to me in years. When I was around twelve, I was molested by my best friend's older brother. The memories made cold shivers run up and down my spine.

Elijah took every chance he had to grope me, kiss me, and every time it was worst then the last. One of the reasons why I was happy to move here was to get away from him, and now I'm afraid maybe the same thing will happen here.

I never told anyone about what Elijah did, mostly because I thought it was my fault.

I took a quick shower and started to get ready for school. I wasn't in the mood to dress up so I choose my light blue pairs of skinny jeans, my favorite American eagle t-shirt and grey high top converses.

I shoved my long hair into a messy ponytail and went down stairs.

The smell of eggs and bacon greeted me as I walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning!" My mother said cheerfully.

"Morning," I mumbled back.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Like a log," I lied. My mom handed me a plate of eggs.

"So what do you think of Austin's family? I think you and Austin would make such a cute couple." I tried not to heave onto the marble island.

"Mom, ew no, that's just nasty," I looked at the clock it was 7:20, "I got to go mom, I'm going to be late,"

"I'll take you," she walked out the kitchen and called Lucas and Camille.

Soon after the short car ride, I was in school or what I like to call my personal hell.

I walked in my English class, scanning the room for Ponyboy. I found him in back of the room.

"Hey Ponyboy," he turned around and smiled.

"Hey Lucy,"

"I wanted to apologize for yesterday. My family was invited to this dinner and my mom wanted me to be there."

"It's no problem, but you have to make it up to me," he said with a smile.

"I will," I said.

"Since I know you have the same lunch period, I was wondering if you would sit with me and my friends?" he asked.

I sighed in relief; yesterday I ate lunch in the back of the café, alone.

I was glad Ponyboy offered me a spot at his table, which meant I wouldn't have to sit alone again.

"I'd love to," I told him giving him my best smile.

Four periods later, I stood on line looking at my choices of lunch. Although I was starving, my apatite demolished as soon as I saw the lunch specialty. To be safe, I took a plate of nachos.

After I paid, I walked off the line to find Ponyboy, it felt as if someone was following me, but before I could turn around and look I felt a pair of large hands push me forward, making me land flat on the floor.

I got up and looked at my shirt now covered in cheese and beef. I turned to find my self face to face with Austin.

"Watch where you're going, you dumbass black bitch," he spat causing everyone to laugh.

I felt my eyes prickle with tears as I ran out the café.

I ripped off my shirt and through it on the floor leaving me in only my camisole.

"Lucy" Wait!" Ponyboy's voice yelled, his figure coming into view. "I'm sorry that Austin did that to you. Are you ok?" he said handing me his hoodie.

I slipped it on as I shook my head no.

"It's going to be ok," he said wrapping his arms around me. I sobbed violently into his chest as he tried to soothe me. For that moment there I felt safe in his arms.