*Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders.

Okay so this is my first FanFiction, be nice please. I know my chapters have been short, but They will get longer as the story progresses. Right now I am living in a house with 10 other people. I go to school and work, so things can get kinda crazy here, but I promise to update as regularly as possible, and with that much chaos I am bound to have errors.. (I don't even want to think about how many)… but feel free to let me know what you catch, and/or think about my story and it's progress. Please and Thanks!

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So I have been living in Tulsa for almost a month. Fun… Thank god, I'm used to moving around. My first week here, I found the local library, and stocked up on my most sentimental favorites. Thats what I am doing right now, reading… I'm sitting in the bleachers out on the football field, during my lunch hour. I see a group of girls huddled together laughing on the opposite side of the field, and I cant help but wonder what it is they talk about. I've never had that. Friendship is hard to keep when you move every few years, and after a while you just learn to deal without it. I don't know how long my dad and I plan on staying here, but until I get a better idea, I think I'll just stick to my books.

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"Hey, new girl!"

I turn around to see a boy of about my height, which for him is unfortunate. It's somewhat acceptable for a girl to reach only about five feet, but for a boy in high school… it's just sad. The boy catches up to me and I recognize him from my english class. He has sandy blonde hair, and brown eyes, with a stocky build. If it weren't for his height I could see girls falling all over him… Or maybe they fall all over him because of his height. He might be hard to see in a crowded hallway.

I shake my head, at my bad joke, " Hi", I say slowly.

Catching up to me in the hallway he smiles. " So I never got your name."

Looking at him caustically I say, " well according to you, and everyone else, it's 'new girl'." His smile faltered, as if he was rethinking his next move. I half way thought he would just walk away.

Quickly, before he could make a decision I said, "My name is Carolina…whats yours?" He smiled, again sure of himself.

Flashing me what I'm sure to most girls is a winning smile, "Beau," he said, "Anyway, I see you around, and I just wanted to say hi… and see if maybe you might want to go to a movie friday night. A bunch of us are going, and it could be fun."

At his invitation, I gave him another once over. He was just slightly taller than me, but other than his lack of height he was a good looking guy. I had seen him in English and I knew he was a good student. He had plenty of friends, and from his letterman's jacket I could also tell he was an athlete. Now he was looking at me with those big brown eyes, that I decided reminded me of a puppy. who says no to a puppy?

"Umm, sure." I say, not fully looking him in the eye. Excited he quickly asks me for my phone number, and promises to call me later tonight, to talk about the details. Who knows maybe he is right. It could be fun… So much for sticking to my books.

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Friday night, I was dressed in a red button up shirt. The sleeves only reached just above my elbows before folding over. with that I was also dressed in a black pencil skirt that went down to my knees, and black penny loafers. My dark brown curly hair that I normally pin up into a bun or ponytail, hung in soft ringlets down the small of my back. My almond shaped eyes were very lightly touched with a brown eyeliner and a natural looking eyeshadow, that had only a light gold tint. Other than a little mascara, this is all the makeup I ever wear. I'm not what most people would call pretty. I'm more along the lines of cute, and even that I have to work at. I am not skinny, I definitely have some meat on my bones, but I am well proportioned for my height. I have light brown eyes, and freckles on my slightly tan skin. Looking at myself in the mirror I think of my mother, or at least the image of my mother in pictures. I look like her. We even have the same lips, a fuller bottom lip than a top, but generous. In the left hand corner on each of our bottom lips you can see a small freckle. One of the only memories of my mother is her telling me that that freckle is a secret kiss, meant only for the love of my life. I remember asking her if her secret kiss was meant for dad… She never said anything and I remember the look on her face. As if she were thinking… or maybe remembering.

Beep beep… that would be Beau. Running downstairs I said a quick goodbye to my dad, ignoring the comment about how a good guy would have walked up to the door, instead of honking for him date. I couldn't help but think the same, and filed it away for future evaluation. For now I was just going to go and have a good time