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Like A Phoenix From the Ashes	By : DrusillaDeWynter Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 1400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Like A Phoenix From the Ashes

The Ever Present, Always Needed Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outsiders, I am merely taking them off the shelf, dusting them off and taking them for a ride of my own devising. Any thing that you recognize more than likely belong to S.E. Hinton or Zoetrope Studios. If you do not recognize it, then it is mine and is only to be used with my written permission. If you wish to archive this story on your own site, please email me first and ask my permission, that is all I ask. I will warn all that is reading this now: some of the characters may be a little OOC but I can guarantee that I will try to stay as in-character with them as I possibly can. Anyways, as I know you are all tired of hearing my rant I shall say “On with the show” and “Please read and review, reviews are what I live for and any flames will be used to keep me entertained”.

Chapter One

White flakes drifted towards the ground around me slowly piling up on the grass and sidewalks. The cold winter's sun shone weakly through the cracks in the cloud cover as I walked down the sidewalk towards my friends' house. White tendrils drifted in front of my face from my breathing, showing just how cold it was. I drew my leather jacket tighter around me, trying to retain all my body heat within it's folds.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Erin Richards. I am 16 with straight fiery red hair, bright green eyes, pale porcelain looking skin with rosy cheeks, with a light dusting of freckles over my nose. I am 5'9” tall and weigh 135 pounds. Many have said I am a looker, but I really don't agree, I consider myself to be quite average. I would call myself pretty sure, but I would never call myself beautiful. Many have said if I would wear makeup, and be more girly wearing skirts I would look better. I laughed in those people's faces outright. You will never catch me wearing a skirt or wearing makeup and ratting my hair. If a guy doesn't like me as I am, then he is not worth my time.

I kicked a pebble across the sidewalk while I walked, thinking of all of my friends. A smile flashed across my face, the guys were truly the only ones I couldn't live without. First off there was Darry, the oldest one of all of us. The big brother to us all, always protective and always there with a helping hand if needed. Then there was Dallas, or Dally, my best friend of the gang. He had hood and JD written all over him, he was so tough and cold, but never with me. Dally had helped me out more than once, even going so far as to beat up my ex boyfriend for being in a lip lock with someone who wasn't me, obviously. Next was Steve, tough and cocky and a whiz with cars. He was the one I was secretly in love with. He and Evie, his one time steady, had broken up almost two months ago and he and I were hanging out more because of it and yes I know it sounds cold, but I am glad he broke up with the two timing bitch. Then there was Soda, laughing, happy go lucky Sodapop. He always had a ready smile for me, and when ever I am down he would do my best to make me laugh. He was like my second adopted brother, after Dally. I would do anything for those two boys. Then comes Two Bit, the joker of the gang. Always smiling and ready with a joke, making us laugh even when we are down. Sure the boy drinks like a fish, cusses like a sailor and goes through more women than Babe Ruth had home runs, but he was my buddy and I would kick anyone's ass who so much as said a derogative word about him. Now comes Johnny, the pet of the whole gang. Dark, quiet and brooding Johnny, the boy jumped at so much as a shadow moving. I can't blame him though, if I had parents like his I probably would too. Lastly, there is Ponyboy, the youngest of all of us. Pony, the dreamer. My little brother in my eyes, and the thorn in Steve's side. Ironic is it not, how I am in love with a man who can't stand the ground my adopted little brother walks upon? God must be laughing at the irony.

I looked up at the run down house as I approached it, my safe haven. I pulled open the screen door, pushed open the wooden door and walked into the welcoming warmth of the Curtis home. I smiled, seeing all of my friends in the living room. Steve and Soda were playing poker and even from here I could see the cards up Soda's sleeve. Pony and Johnny were on the couch, talking quietly. Dally was sitting on the arm of the couch, smoking a cigarette. Darry was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. Two Bit was sitting in front of the tv that was currently blaring out the sounds of Mickey Mouse on some caper. I shook my head, that boy will never change.

“Hey guys,” I said over the tv.

“Morning, Erin.” All of them replied, I laughed slightly, where they tuned to each other or something?

I walked over to Dally and stood beside him. “Hey there big bro. Anything good happen last night at the party after I left?”

Dally laughed a little, “Hell no, Flame. Same shit, different night. Spent the night with Sylvia and played some cards.”

I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned into him a little, relishing the attention I got from him when we were here with only the guys around. In public it was different, he had a reputation to uphold after all. I didn't blame him, after all he was one of the toughest hoods in Tulsa and having a girl hanging all over you just made you look weak.

I looked over at Steve and Soda, noticing they were looking right at me. I quirked an eyebrow at them, “Something the matter, boys?”

It was Steve who spoke up first, “Yea, there is. That bruise on your face, how'd you get it?”

I looked him in the eyes and shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. The gang knew I got in trouble and had fights with others, I mean hey, look at the side of town we live in. Everyone is bound to get into fights at one time or another. What the gang didn't know was that while my parents weren't as bad as Johnny's, my brother liked to think he could try and beat me down when he got in a bad mood.

“It's nothing, Steve. Just got in a fight with Jason is all, nothing to worry about.”

I felt Dally's arm tighten around my shoulder's and his hand came under my chin, turning my face towards him. I looked into his icy blue eyes, noting the anger swimming deep inside of them. His gaze slowly took in my face, noting the purple bruise that the foundation had failed to cover completely. I hated makeup, but I kept a ready supply of liquid foundation for just such a purpose as this happened quite often.

“Your brother did this, Flame? When did you plan on telling us this, hmm?”

I sighed, I really didn't want to have this conversation, especially with Dally. I loved him to death, but I swear his temper is shorter than my own, and mine is quite short. My red hair fit my personality quite well for my temper was quite fiery and can be vicious at times.

“Look Dal, I didn't plan on telling anyone. I've dealt with this a long time, and quite well might I add. I appreciate everyone's concern, but I have handled it well so far and I will continue to do so. I can take care of myself.”

Steve looked at me and shook his head, he knew there was no use arguing with me, as did everyone else, except for Dal. Dal raised his eyebrow at me and gave me The Look. All the guys knew this look, his stubborn 'you are not going to win this with me look'.

“Fine, Dal.” I shook my head and kissed his cheek,”Besides you're a better big brother anyway.”

“Ok then lil' sis. I am going to go out and try and see what kind of shit I can stir up. I'll see ya'll later.” He kissed my cheek and hugged me briefly before shrugging into his leather jacket and taking off out the door.

I walked over and sat down beside Soda and leaned back, watching the boys play cards. It was obvious Soda was cheating but Steve wouldn't say anything to his best bud unless someone actually called him out for it.

Soda wrapped his free arm around my shoulders and grinned his so very happy grin at me, his eyes sparkling with mirth. He knew I knew that he was cheating, and he found it amusing.

Leaning up against his side, I looked at Steve and noticed him scowling slightly. Not enough for the guys to notice, but I did. I had been around him enough to notice all the little things that showed how he was feeling or what he was thinking. His eyes shined slightly with the hint of jealousy. This was new, I had never accorded that feeling to me in his eyes but I liked it, a lot.

I looked up at Soda to see if he had noticed, and he looked down at me and winked at me, yep he had noticed. Steve noticed the wink and his scowl grew, encompassing both Soda and me. I grinned inwardly, I had finally caught his attention. Soda was grinning outright, happy to know he had been right.

Steve folded his hand, stood up and stretched. He looked at me, gazing into my eyes. “Erin, come for a walk with me?”

I smiled, “Sure.” He held his hand out and I took it, shivering at the touch. He helped me to my feet and I said goodbye to the guys while he got his coat on. Soda winked and grinned at me, mouthing an 'i'll talk to you later'. He always was too perceptive for his own good, I thought.

Steve and I walked out the door and down the porch, walking towards the lot. I looked at him out the side of my eyes, watching to see what he was thinking. We got to the lot and stopped, him standing in front of me turned facing me. He gazed into my eyes, sighing heavily.

“So why did you want me to come and walk with you, Stevie? Something bothering you?”

“I wanted to ask you...Jesus this is harder than I thought...wouldyoubemygirlfriend?”

I was cheering and smiling with joy on the inside, but I wanted to ask me without running the sentence together.

“What was that, Stevie? I didn't quite catch that.”

“I said will you be my girlfriend?”

I smiled wide, nodded and tangled my hands in his hair, pulling his head down and kissing him passionately, letting my feeling come through our mouths. I ran the tip of my tongue around his lips and he opened his mouth, his tongue dueling with mine and fighting for dominance. I could taste sweet kind of minty taste and I knew I would quickly become addicted.

We pulled apart and he held me close for a minute, before pulling away and taking my hand, pressing a kiss into the palm and gazing into my eyes. He entangled his fingers with mine and holding it. We walked back to the Curtis' that way, hands together and breathless. We walked in the door and over to the couch, Steve pulling me down onto his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist. Everyone but Soda, and Dally who had left already, stared at us wide eyed.

Darry looked at us and asked,”Ok, is there something you two want to tell us?”

Ok well I thought that would be a good place to end this chapter. I warned you all that it would be OOC, but I will do my best to change it somewhat to be more in character. Please R&R and tell me what you think. If anyone has any ideas for this story, please feel free to let me know. You can email me at or Thank you all for reading, and as I said please review, I live on them.
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