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Sorry I hadn't updated in more than a week, I've been super busy. I'll do my best to update sooner.

I do not own The Outsiders by Susan Eloise Hinton. I wish I did though.

Jasmine POV

As we were making our way to the DX, I was extremely bored. I started kicking a pebble down the street repeatedly. I explained what happened at school to Steve.

"That's rough," he said. "I can't believe you back talked like that."

"Meh." I replied. "I'm fine with it, really. I don't care. I'm me, and no one can change that." I replied.

"We're almost there," said Two-Bit.

"Soc alert. What the hell are they doing here?" Steve said.

"Yeah, it looks like they're beating someone up." Two-Bit replied.

We all ran over there to see what was going on. It turns out, the Socs were abusing a dog. Yeah, a dog. They're just white trash, I thought to myself, and they don't have enough guts to beat a real person, cowards. We surrounded them, and they left. Two-Bit chuckled.

"That was easy." He said.

"Sure was," I said. "Cowards."

We walked over to the abused dog. I could easily tell it was an Australian Shepherd, I had one in Joplin and I loved him. This dog was somewhat of a tan color, with white spots. It was adorable. It looked real skinny, too. But I know I could nurse it back to health, easily.

"Aww!" I said. "I'm keeping her."

"How do you know it's a girl?" Steve asked.

"You don't wanna know." I said. I picked up the dog. "I'll name her Ginger."

"Well, you two still wanna go to the DX?" Two-Bit questioned.

"Sure," I said. "Can I bring Ginger in though?"

"Sure thing." Steve said.

We continued our way to the DX, which wasn't very long. Maybe a block, more or less. There were 'fan girls' surrounded by Soda, and I chuckled.

"I'm taking a break," Soda announced.

"Thirty minutes!" I heard a voice call.

Ginger wasn't very heavy, and she was so cute. Her brown puppy dog eyes were adorable, I couldn't have just left her there. She was licking my face.

"Hey guys." Soda said. "Where'd you get that dog? You didn't have one, did you?"

"Oh, no. Some Socs were abusing her, so she's mine now. No collar or nothin'. I named her Ginger."

"That's tuff. Hey, Steve! You're workin' today, right?"

"Mhm, today and every day." Steve said.

"Could you cover for me?" Soda asked. "I've been here all damn day."

"I guess, but you owe me one." Steve replied.

"Thanks, man." Soda said.

We started walking.

"Well, I'm leavin'. I'll probably be at Buck's if any of ya might need me." Two-Bit said.

"Later." Soda said.

"See ya," I called to Two-Bit.

"Do you wanna do anything?" Soda asked me.

"Whatever you want." I said.

"Alright. Let's go to the park then."

"Fine with me." I said.

We started walking towards the park in silence. Ginger was starting to get heavy, so I put her down. I made sure she was in front of me though.

"Here, let me hold her." Soda offered. I nodded in agreement, picked her up, and handed her to Sodapop. She started licking his face, and he started grinning.

"She likes you." I said as I grinned.

"Everyone does." He said, playfully. And that was too true. Everyone did like him.

We made it to the park. The sky was blue with not a cloud in sight; the sun was shining, and the grass was a vivid green. There was a cool breeze every now and then, and it looked and felt like a picture from a postcard.

"Jasmine?" Sodapop asked.

"Yeah?" I replied, mesmerized at the sky, and the gorgeous boy in front of me. He was cute and all, but I wasn't sure if I liked him liked him.

"Are there Greasers and Socs in Joplin?" he kept going.

"No. I mean, there are social classes, but nothing like they are here." I replied.

"Sounds nice."

"It was." I said.

"You, you don't like it here, do you?"

"Well…" I started. Sodapop looked at me like he was offended. "'Ya know, no. I mean, yeah. Well," Soda looked really confused.

"Yeah?" he continued.

"Uh, It's. It's just not my home. I mean, um, I like it here, but I wish I was still in Joplin. Savvy?"

"Savvy." He said.

Ginger was chasing a butterfly. I tapped Sodapop on the shoulder and motioned for him to look, and we both laughed. It was getting dark.

"We should probably get home." Soda said.

"Yeah, we should." I replied.

"Let's go."

I picked up Ginger and we started walking.

Sodapop POV

I'm happy I got the rest of the day off, and I know I owe Steve big time. I wanted to get to know Jasmine more, which I was unsuccessful at. She's difficult. She's prettier than Sandy, easily. I just wanna get to know the real her. I'm not shallow like Two-Bit. I mean, yes. Looks are a part of it, but I think it's more personality-like that's most important. I wouldn't date the prettiest girl on Earth if she was a total brat. It bugged me something awful that I can't get to know her. Maybe, she's purposely being difficult because she doesn't like me? My train of thoughts were interrupted by her voice.

"Soda, are you okay?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Why?"

"Well, you looked upset." She replied.

"Oh, no. I'm good. Well, we're here." I said.

"Yup." she said.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"You too." She smiled.