We walked inside and I took a look around. One guy was sitting in a recliner reading a newspaper, three guys were sitting on the couch looking at two more guys wrestle on the floor.

"Guys! Hey Guys!" Soda yelled. Everybody looked up.

"Hoo-hee Soda, who you got there? You ain't skippin on Sandy are ya?" the guy on the floor with the rusty colored sideburns asked. He does have a girlfriend. Dang it. I thought.

"No, I ain't skippin on Sandy Two-Bit. This is Tali Adders. She just moved across the street." Soda introduced me. I nodded. Soda introduced me to all of the guys. The guy with the sideburns was Keith "Two-Bit" Matthews. He was about six feet tall and had a stocky build, and red hair with grey eyes. Johnny Cade was next. He had a very small build with black hair and big black eyes, with a tan face. Ponyboy, Soda's youngest brother had grey-green eyes and long brown-red hair. Dally was a hard hood. He had high cheekbones and long black hair. He had a dangerous and cocky grin. Darry was a little taller than six feet, he was broad shouldered and muscular. He had pale green-blue eyes. Last, but not least, Steve Randle. Soda's best friend since grade school, he was tall and lean, and left his hair in a swirl of complicated black swirls. After introductions, we sat on the floor and watched Mickey Mouse. Two-Bit loves Mickey.

"So, Where ya from?" Darry asked.

"I'm from Newark. Newark, New Jersey." I told them.

"Why did you move down here?" Pony asked, curiously.

"Oh, um...my mom just died in a car accident a couple of months ago and we'd needed a change of scenery. My dad asked the boss if he could transfer and he transferred us here." I explained. Everybody was quiet for a couple minutes.

"Where's your dad gonna be working?" Steve asked.

"He's our new manager." Soda told him for me. I looked at the clock and it was already 10:50.

"Oh, I have to go. I can't be late." I told the guys. "Well, here, let me walk you home at least." Soda offered as he got up and put his hoes on. I said bye to all of the guys and we left.

"So?" he asked me. I laughed.

"Oh my Lord! You guys are so funny. I would love to be a part of the gang." I told him, laughing. We walked the rest of the way in silence. We got back to my house just before 11 o'clock.

"Thank you." I said, breaking the silence.

"For what?" he asked, casually.

"Everything. I've been here for 12 hours and have already made seven really good friends." I finished.

"Aw, I'll see you tomorrow then?" he asked. I nodded. I walked inside and looked out the window. I saw Sodapop Patrick Curtis skipping back to his house.

"So?" I wheeled around. Parker was sitting in the recliner. Anytime I went on a date, him Paxton, and Parker rotate who looks out to see if I'm late. One time I was late and it was Parker's turn to watch, he didn't tell dad. He just said I needed to owe him one.

"So what?" I asked, returning his question.

"How was your date?" he questioned, laughing.

"It was not a date. I went to his house, met his family and friends, and watched Mickey Mouse." I shrieked. I noticed he was rubbing his arm. When he was in the car accident, he broke three ribs, and his arm was ripped open from the metal. 68 stitches. "How's your arm?" I asked, changing the subject.

"It still hurts sometimes. Why don't you go on up to bed?" He asked.I nodded & went up stairs. He still blames himself for the accident. He was driving the car when a drunk driver ran a stop sign. It hit moms side & killed her instantly. Parker made it out of the car & pulled her out. He passed out from massive blood loss & a nicked lung from one of his broken ribs. I got to my bedroom & looked around. The boys did a pretty good job of decorating. I got into a pair of pj's & went to bed. I dreamed of Sodapop Curtis.