Stand
When a fragile, mute redhead moves to Tulsa, she immediately becomes one of the gang. She's their little puppy. Chris's home life ain't dandy, but when things start heading for the worse her friends, can she pick up the pieces?

Hey, I'm back. you might notice I changed my penname. I'm sorry, it just got a bit old and overused. I use it for everyother site. So now I'm GoldenSunset. Also, another thing, its a short update. Its late, and I just think its a good spot to stop. And since I can't update tomorrow, I'm doing it tonight. I hope you all like it. I've been getting a lot of good reviews, thank you all!!!

Disclaimers: I don't own The Outsiders, Tulsa, Stand (song), or Ralph Macchio. I do own Christine, her family, and the plot.


After about five minutes, Christine was able to stop. Soda gave her an extra toothbrush so she could get rid of the taste and Steve brought her her crutch. We left her alone so she could straighten up. I sat on the couch, staring at the floor trying to think of something, anything that could have possibly made her throw up. I saw Johnny sit next to me.

"What do you think is wrong, Pony?" he asked quietly, voicing all of our worries.

Two-Bit jumped out of his seat when he saw Christine hobble slowly toward us. He walked over to her, and ran his fingers through her hair. And she started crying. Chris dropped her crutch and clinged to Two-Bit. Now I was really scared. Two-Bit picked her up and carried her to the couch. We made room for her. He sat Chris in between Johnny and me.

"Are you ok, Chrissie?" he asked. Two-Bit was being serious. Christine was shaking and she wiped her eyes with her hands. She nodded.

"You gave us quite a scare there, Missy. Are you sure everythin's ok?" asked Sodapop, as he climbed onto the back of the couch and sat behind Christine.

Laughing was heard outside, then the door opened, and in walked in a man and a woman. They were an older couple, and their faces were soft and gentle. The woman's hair was cut short and curly and the man's was disappearing.

"Hey, Mom, Dad," Darry said, looking away from Christine and the group. The woman smiled. She saw Christine, then hit her husband in a playful mannor.

"oh, no Darryl! They're dragging girls into their little group now!" Her voice was filled with laughter, like she didn't mind their position.

"Ma, this is Chirstine. Our new neighbor." Sodapop ruffled up Christine's short orange hair getting a small giggle out of the girl. She hit his knee lightly, but Soda acted like he was punched by Superman or something. He jumped over Christine and Two-Bit dodged, landing on the floor and rolled around in mock pain holding his knee.

"If that girl's tap hurt you, son, you need to get tougher," teased his father. Sodapop grinned up at him. Everyone seemed to forget about Chris's episode moments before.

"I see you guys ate. And going by the fact that the food isn't some weird color… I bet Darrel or Ponyboy cooked," the woman said from the kitchen. She started to pile the plates in the sink and started the water. She looked at the one plate that still had food on it.

"Looks like someone didn't finish." The laughing died and Christine leaned against Pony.

"It's nothing, Mom. Christine wasn't that hungry," Darry said glancing over his shoulder at Chris. His mother stood for a moment, looking at each of her son's, then their friends, and then Christine.

"Alright. But, honey, if you get hungry later, it'll be in the fridge," she said, then walked into the kitchen and wrapped it up and put it in the fridge.

"It's a bit late. Do you're parents know you're here?" asked Darryl. Christine perked up and looked at Ponyboy and Two-Bit worriedly.

"We'll walk you home," said Two-Bit, standing up and grabbing her crutch.

"You comin' Johnnycake?" asked Ponyboy as he watched Christine stand up with the aid of Two-Bit and her crutch.

"Yeah…"


Well, there you go. Yeah, and if you didn't know, Darryl is their father and I haven't got a name for their mother. I'm guessing Darryl is his name because Darry's full name in the book was Darryl Shaynne Curtis, Jr. Review and tell me what you think their mother's name should be and what you thought of this. I talk too much, huh?