A/N: Okay this story might not be that great. This story is more modern than these stories usually are. Anyway hope you like the story! Oh WARNING: Characters WILL be OOC!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Outsiders characters or The Outsiders. Those belong to S.E. Hinton. Kay thanks bye!

Jessa's POV

I ran faster than I thought possible. I hate this town! These guys are chasing me and they keep calling me a Greaser. What is a Greaser anyway? I must have crossed some invisible line because they stopped chasing me. I look back toward the creeps and saw three other guys chasing them away.

One of them came back and asked, "Are you okay? They didn't hurt you, did they?" The guy that asked just had this movie star look to him. He's awfully cute. I backed away from him, scared he might be like the guys that chased me, and didn't say anything. I have no clue how to explain to him that I can't talk! It's not my fault I was born with my vocal cords unable to work! The other two guys came over and stood beside him. One looked nice but had oil on his face which made it hard not to laugh. The other just looked like his home was prison. I wouldn't be surprised if the cops knew him by name, and got him on a weekly basis.

"He asked you a question," the scary looking guy snapped at me when I didn't say anything. I glared at him immediately.

"Shut up, Dally! I'm Steve and that's Sodapop. Are you okay?" Steve, the guy with oil on his face, asked. I nodded silently laughing.

"We should let her meet everyone else. It doesn't seem like she's from around here. We know she's not a Soc because of the way she's dressed and she's not a middle class either since the Socs' thought she was one of us. Do you have a place to stay tonight?" Sodapop, who I found out, is the movie star looking guy, asked. I frowned and shook my head no. I don't need a place to stay. I'll sleep in the lot I saw a few blocks back. "Follow us then," Sodapop said and started walking with Steve and Dally.

I sidestepped about to make a run for it but Dally said, "Don't even think about it!" How did he know I was about to make a break for it? I silently sighed and followed. We finally ended up at a nice looking house, compared to the neighborhood. They all went inside and just as I was about to run back I was dragged in by the hood, of my only hoodie. Well this just sucks! When my hood was released I was picked up in a way that my butt was in the persons face. They better not be enjoying that view!

"Hey, Dally! You got another girl? Let someone else have a chance," a boy in a Mickey Mouse shirt complained. I pointed to his shirt and made a heart with my fingers. "You love my shirt?" he asked. I nodded yes and he laughed. I was suddenly flipped over and standing upright, in a kitchen.

"Do you not have the ability to talk?" Dally snapped at me. He gets mad quick. I could have some fun with that! I shook my head no, answering his question.

"Wait, you can't talk?" Steve asked coming up behind Dally. I shook my head no, again.

"Do you know sign language?" Sodapop asked from behind Steve. I shook my head no, once again. I have a feeling this could turn out to be annoying. I pulled out a pen and wrote on my hand, "No time to learn, searching for family." They all read it, including two shy guys and a huge looking guy that I really want to call Superman. It took them all about two minutes to read it since I write very sloppy while trying to rush.

"That's chicken scratch there," one of the shy looking guys said. He resembled Sodapop and Superman a little bit. Sodapop realized that the three new people were there and pulled them away to explain.

"So, you're an orphan?" Dally asked looking surprised. Ha, that's the first real emotion I've seen come from him other than annoyance! Yay Dally! I'll mentally clap for you because I'd look weird if I actually clapped! I'm very strange. I nodded my head yes. One of the shy guys, the one that resembled Sodapop and Superman, came up and handed me a piece of paper. I quickly took it and wrote, "Thanks."

"So what's your story?" the superman guy asked.

I wrote, "Before I explain, can I call you Superman?" When the guys read this, all their heads snapped to Superman, waiting for his reaction.

"I'm Darry but if you really want to, go ahead," Superman, AKA Darry, said. I smiled and tried writing my story as quick as I could. I ended up writing very sloppy, but I got it done. I wrote, "I found out two years ago that my parents weren't my real parents. My dad beat me since I was a baby. I thought they were my real parents so I stayed, for some stupid reason that I don't even remember. As soon as I found out they weren't I ran away. Then, I found out that my dad was my real dad. I found out he left my mom with my brother, taking me when I was a baby. He took me because he thought he could get more money from people by saying he was broke and couldn't feed me. He was a sick man, don't ask. I found out my real last name shortly after I ran away. I've been searching for a year now. I highly doubt I will find them but it's better than staying back there with my old man. He didn't care I ran away so I didn't care about him. He was the only one that beat me. He beat me when my step mom wasn't home. He claimed I got all my cuts, bruises, and injuries because I was klutzy. My step mom knew right away he was lying the first time because I was pretty graceful back then. I'm not so graceful now. My step mom knew, but was too afraid he would beat her too if she stood up for me. She came with me when I ran away. I stayed with her for a year, in an apartment a few towns away from my dad, before I told her I wanted to find my family. That's when she told me all she knew about them. She told me my last name, that I had a brother, and that my mom might be an alcoholic, but she didn't know for sure. She didn't want to see me leave, but she knew I had to find them. She sent me with a butt load of money so I wouldn't starve. Last year, before I left my hometown, my dad found me. He broke my wrist and it never really healed properly. I mean it healed but it still hurts whenever someone moves it a certain way. I'm not staying in this town very long though. The longest I stay in a place is a week." The Mickey Mouse dude left before anyone finished reading. Hmm, I wonder what he's up to.

"What's your real last name then?" Sodapop asked. Sodapop seemed to be the most caring, not to mention the hottest, one out of them.

I quickly wrote, "Matthews," on the paper.

"But, does he, what?" Steve asked confused.

"Think about it, there's got to be at least a million people with that last name," Dally said furrowing his eyebrows.

"They do look kinda alike though. But how can she not talk when he's always cracking jokes?" a shy looking guy, that resembled Superman and Sodapop, said.

"Well maybe they aren't related Pony," Dally said talking to him like he was dumb.

"She described what his mom and dad was like. His dad left when he was like 5 and his mom's an alcoholic. For all we know they are related! If his mom is sober she can ask her," Pony, the one that looked a lot like Superman and Sodapop, snapped at Dally. Ha, go Pony!

"What are you guys blabbing on about?" I wrote and showed the paper to Sodapop since he was the closest.

"Uh, that guy with the Mickey Mouse shirt. That's Two-Bit Matthews," Sodapop said furrowing his eyebrows at the paper.

I dropped the paper and ran out of their house about to see if I could find him, but ended up slamming right into him. I fell backwards but Sodapop caught me right before I hit the ground. Two-Bit grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I pointed to his and Sodapop's muscles and made a crazy sign. "Our muscles are insane?" Two-Bit asked to make sure he understood me correctly. I nodded and they laughed. "Come on, mom's sober, for some unknown reason, and dying to meet you," Two-Bit said turning around and walking down the sidewalk. I hurried down to catch up with him. "See ya later!" Sodapop called waving. I smiled back and waved before I ran to Two-Bit's side. He turned the corner and walked into the first house on the corner. (A/N: I moved his house, obviously. They all live closer to each other.) (t was a pretty crappy house, considering the roof was practically falling off. As soon as I walked in I was enveloped in a hug. "Oh Jessa, you're finally home!" I'm guessing my mother said.

"So that's your name!" Two-Bit said laughing. I smiled and rolled my eyes.

Mom put me at arm's length and said, "I don't know how your father treated you, but it'll be better here, I promise. I'm kind of an alcoholic but I'll do my best to stop. I only was because I thought your father killed you, then I though Keith would be next." She shambled on, as if she were nervous. I smiled at her, grateful for her concern. I made a hand motion as if I were saying, "Thank you mom, you can shut up now."

"She's saying thanks Mom," Two-Bit said laughing.

"How can you tell?" Mom asked.

"I guess since I'm her brother I can just tell. Wait, that was what you were saying, aint it?" Two-Bit asked clarifying that he was right. I smiled and nodded.

"Well, you two go out and have fun, I'm going shopping then making dinner," Mom said before walking out the door.

"Can the gang come to dinner?" Two-Bit called out the, now closed, door.

"Sure!" Mom called back before we heard the car engine rev, and then we heard it grow distant until we couldn't hear it anymore.

"Come on, let's go tell the gang," Two-Bit said walking out the door. I have a feeling this is going to be a very long day. We got back to that one house to see Steve and Sodapop wresting. Two-Bit just stood there and watched. I made the mistake of trying to walk over them. My leg got caught so I ended up on my butt. I got in the middle of their fight, trying to break it up. I had Sodapop pinned down before Steve tackled me from the side. They started ganging up on my trying to corner me. I made it over to Two-Bit and hugged onto his leg as if my life depended on it. Both of them tried prying me off but it wouldn't work. Two-Bit just stood there and laughed trying to help me get them off but they kept trying.

Dally came over, got in my face, and said, "Awe, does the little baby need big brother's help?" I raised my hand and slapped him, as hard as I could, straight across the face. NO ONE talks to me like that! Everyone stared at me, frozen in their spot, in shock. "Why you little," Dally started but ended up being pinned against a wall by Two-Bit. I was pulled onto the porch by Sodapop and a shy looking guy, whose name I still don't know.

"If you even think about hurting her I'll rip your head off!" I heard Two-Bit yell from inside the house.

"Listen, you can't just do that to a guy like Dally. He'll hit you back," the shy looking guy said. "I don't care how much Dally deserves it, let us handle it," Sodapop said. I looked at them as if saying, "I'll do what I want, when I want. Don't tell me what to do; I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions." I got up brushed myself off and ran away from them. I saw a willow tree back in a park; I'll just stay there for the night. I heard footsteps behind me and I ran even faster. I made it to the park and ran straight into the willow tree. The long branches, leaves, and vines shielded me from being seen. I walked over to the other side and climbed it. I was high up in it when I saw Sodapop and Two-Bit circling the tree, looking for me.

"Man, where the fuck could she be?" Two-Bit said, running a hand through his hair.

Sodapop looked up, spotted me and said, "Right there."

Shit. I'm caught. Aint no way are they getting me down though!

A/N: This was a pretty lengthy chapter. Hope you enjoyed it! Flames and constructive criticism are accepted. All advice is welcome. Please review and tell me what you thought of it. Thank you for reading. Goodbye now!