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 are you ready to go?" my mom asked. I put one final shirt in my suitcase and zipped it up.

"Yes," I called, hoping my voice would travel down the stairs. I picked up my suitcase, and walked down the stairs to where the rest of my family awaited me. Lucas and Camille ran up to me bringing me in for a hug.

"We'll miss you," they said in sync. Dad pulled me away from them and into one of his signature bear hugs.

"I love you and I'm proud of you for going on with this," he whispered in my ear.

"I love you too," I whispered back. My mom opened the door,

"C'mon we don't want to be late." She said zipping up her jacket. I carried my bag out the door, and got into the cab that sat in the front. I sat by the window and watched as my mom said her last goodbye's to dad, Lucas and Camille. With one last wave she walked down the pathway and into the cab.

"The airport please," mom said pulling out her blackberry.

My mom and I were on our way to New York, so I could testify against Elijah. I didn't want to go with it, because I didn't want to relay all the memory, but I didn't want to disappoint my parents. Besides Elijah had it coming to him since the first time he ever laid his dirty hands on me.

Confessing to my parents a month ago changed everything in our household. Too many nights I've heard mom crying or my parents arguing over whose fault it was for leaving me unsupervised with Angel's older brother.

My mother made me attend therapy classes, and many doctors. She said it was for my own good, and to check my mental state. These past months, my news brought us together but also tore us apart.

I hate my self for not saying anything sooner, but mostly Elijah for taking my innocence and piece of mind.

After being on a plane for many hours I was happy to be in New York again.

"Lucy, over here!" I heard an excited voice call. I scanned the corridor for Angel. I spotted her near a group of sitting chairs. I ran over to her and launched onto her in a hug. Angel was an all American girl; she was 5'6 just one inch taller then me. She had beautiful blue eyes, long blonde hair that cascaded down her back, and pouty lips.

Angel pulled away and stared at me.

"You've changed since I last saw you," she said squinting her eyes, looking me up and down.

I scoffed at her, "It's only been three months," I exclaimed.

"Are there any cute guys in Tulsa?" she asked nudging me with her elbow. Angel was still the same, a man whore. She never really had a boyfriend but she was always obsessing over one each week.

'Ponyboy' I thought to my self with a smirk.

"Well yeah-"

"Are you girls ready?" Mrs. Jones, Angel's mom asked. Mrs. Jones looked like an older version of Angel except for their eyes, Mrs. Jones had green eyes.

"I'll get you to tell me later," Angel whispered as we walked to her mom's car. It was 2:45 pm, so we were going to the Red Door spa in Manhattan. Hours later, we had our nails, facial, and hair done. We even got massages to ease our stress, that part was very relaxing. After a long ride to Brentwood New York we arrived in front of Angel's home.

Angel and I ran into the house and up into her room. I was not scared to come into her house because I knew Elijah wasn't there. He was in jail waiting for the trial tomorrow.

I looked around her room for any changes and found none.

They were they same lilac walls with sky blue polka dots. Angel turned on the TV searching for something to entertain us.

She stopped on some music channel; I didn't mind it because 'someone like you' by Adele was playing. I really liked that song it had many emotions.

"Who is he?" Angel randomly asked. I knew who she was talking about, but I wanted to play dumb.

"Who?" I asked stupidly.

"The guy back in Tulsa," she pushed.

"Oh…that who, well his name is Ponyboy and he's really sweet and cute." I said with a dreamy look.

Angel looked at me like I had to heads and started laughing.

"Ponyboy, Really?" she laughed her face turning red. I hit her arm, "It's not funny, his dad was a very original person, and I like his name, it's unique." I said turning all serious.

"Okay, I'll stop….so are you official, did you guys go on a date yet?" she questioned. I thought of the first time I met him and how we had went out to the café for lunch. That doesn't count as a date.

"Um…no," I admitted sheepishly.

"Bummer, maybe you should ask him out?" Angel said straight forward.

My mom and Mrs. Jones poked their heads in.

"You girls should hit the hay sacks, we've got an early morning," Mrs. Jones said. Angel and I changed into our sleep wear and said goodnight to each other.

"Lucy, why didn't you ever tell me what Elijah was doing to you?" Angel whispered. My eyes adjusted to the darkness making out her figure.

"I was scared; I knew you were close to your brother I didn't want to say anything,"

"Now, you know why I was so close to him," she said with disgust.

"I'm scared to testify tomorrow," she said after some silence.

"Me too," I whispered before sleep over took me.

The next morning I was dressed in a pair of slacks and a button down shirt going into the courthouse. My mom felt my nervousness and squeezed my hand. In the courtroom we sat in the front pew, watching as the lawyers gave their opening sentences.

Soon I was called up to the stand; I was sworn in then asked to take a seat.

"Ms. Keith, has the defendant ever touch you inappropriately?"

"Yes,"

"Can you be more specific?"

"He would grope me, rub my inner thighs, kiss me, and make me preform sexual acts with him," I said my voice cracking slightly.

"You didn't like it?" I shook my head 'no'.

"Did he say what he was doing," the red head lady asked.

"Yes, he said it was a game and he chose me because I'm special," I said my eyes watering.

I was asked a few more questions; finally I was let off the stand. I ran over to my mom and buried my face into her chest.

"You did well," she said kissing the top of my head.

As Angel testified, Mrs. Jones sobbed quietly to her self. The lawyers gave their ending sentences, and then we waited for the jury to deliberate. The jury came back half an hour later with a verdict.

"In the case of Elijah Jones have you found a verdict?" the judge asked.

"Yes we have your honor," a man responded.

"We find the defendant Guilty in the first degree of sexually and physical abuse."