If I could begin to explain how it happened, I would. But nothing that happened those few fateful days in May made sense. I mean, is anyone ever going to believe my story? I didn't think so… It was that damned storm. Maybe I hallucinated the whole thing, but that certainly doesn't seem right. I'm going miss them…. A lot.

Coming home from a rainy rugby practice was never fun. Besides being sore, you were wet and smelled like a muddy field. What's even more fun then a soggy rugby practice? Having to walk home in the rain because your mother forgot to pick you up. Needless to say, by the time I got home, I was in no mood for shenanigans. Well, lucky me.

After my quick shower I could hear the thunder start to roll.

"Man, that's moving in quickly…" I blinked, really wanting to start to dry my hair before the power decided to go out.

So, I was quick to start the blow dryer, and maybe five minutes later, that's when I heard the loudest clap of thunder you ever heard, followed shortly by a blinding flash of lightening. I dropped the blow dryer and let out a scream—but not because of the thunder.

Nope.

There then what seemed to be several voices yelling in my bedroom.

I opened the door from the bathroom, making sure my towel was safely secured around me, and peeked into the dark room.

"Get off me, man!"

"What the hell just happened—"

"Steve finally did it—"

"--He crashed the car."

"I swear to God, when you get off me I'm gonna break your nose, Sodapop Curtis!"

"Yeah, and when he gets the hell off ya, anyone mind checkin' if Darry broke my ribs!"

"Sorry Dal…"

"He crashed the car!"

"Are we dead?"

"Well Johnny, if we're dead… I think we're in heaven cause there's a girl in a towel standing at the door."

"Wha—"

By this point, I had opened the door. There was a tangle of teenage boys dog piled on my bedroom floor. I stood blinking, "What the hell…"

"I ain't dead yet." A white-blonde boy growled from the bottom of the pile, "But I can't BREATHE!"

The boys finally started to stand, and I remained petrified in the doorway. You want to talk about awkward silence? We invented the awkward silence that day.

"Who are you?" I finally managed.

"Well, I'm Two-Bit Matthews and what's your name, dollface—"

"Shut up a minute, slick." The oldest looking boy stepped forward, and I had to back up. He was a strong looking guy… "Look, can you tell us where we are… or, er how we got here? This ain't some sort of hospital, is it?"

I shook my head back and forth in some sort of response. "No, you're in my—wait a minute, did you say Two-Bit Matthews?"

"Say, sure did. Do I know you from somewhere?" Two-Bit replied, grinning from ear to ear. "Told you I'm famous, Johnny Cade."

My mouth was twitching up into a smile. "Alright, very funny. Jokes on me boys, but who put you up to it?"

I was standing in my room, naked but for a towel, with seven boys who looked just like the Greasers from the Outsiders. No, not the actors, but I mean… they were exactly like they were from the book, but just as dreamy as in the movie.

"Joke? Alright, look ya dumb broad, where are we?"

I blinked and turned to the blonde who was giving me the stink eye. "Let me guess, Dallas Winston?" I smirked and laughed a little.

Dallas did not look particularly amused.

"Steve Randle, Johnny Cade, Sodapop, Darrel and Ponyboy Curtis. Oh, and of course: Two-Bit." I said pointing them all out.

"Uhh, we're not in Tulsa anymore, are we?" Darry asked looking around the room.

"Not even close, boyo…" I blinked at him, "In fact, I don't even think this is the right decade. It's 2008."

"WHAAAT."

"…yup." I let out a sigh, "So when you're done trying to kid around with me you can let yourselves out. However you got in…" I blinked looking to see if my window was broken.

"Look, err—um…."

"Taylor Ann."

"Taylor, we don't know how we got here." Ponyboy said.

I blinked at him, "Alright, okay, I'll play along. As long as you're here, you might as well sign your book. I mean, if I get to meet the Greasers might as well have some proof."

I moved over to my bookshelf and pulled the book out tossing it to Ponyboy.

"Book? My book?"

"Yeah, you're book."

The boys fell silent for a moment as Ponyboy read for a moment. "Golly, it's about us!"

I looked over at them, and studied Ponyboy's shocked (scared) expression for a minute. My bored expression faded a little. "You're… you're not kidding are you?"

"Well, gee, thanks for cluin' in." Steve muttered.

My jaw dropped a little, to what I'm sure was a very attractive expression. Two-Bit slid over and put his arm around my still bare shoulders.

"Well boys, I don't see why we can't enjoy ourselves while we're here. So, dolly, Taylor Anna-Banana, do you mind if we stay here for a while well we sort this mess out?" He asked, grinning at me.

My blue eyes looked over at him and I nodded, slowly. "Uh, yeah. Shouldn't be a problem."

That came out of my mouth without thinking.

"Thanks, you're a doll." He smirked and got up, instantly looking around.

"Boy howdy, that's one weird looking television!" Ponyboy said, as he looked over at my computer. "How do ya change the channels?"

"It's not a TV." I mumbled and stood up, walking over beside him. "It's a computer."

"What's it used for?" Johnny inquired walking over to Ponyboy's side.

"All sorts of things: reading, homework, talking to friends, listening to music, watchin' TV, playing games, writing stories, drawing, keeping government secrets. You know, typical computer things." I said, my dry sense of humor getting the best of me.

"Gol-ly!" Ponyboy said.

"Ahh, you'll get used to it." I was still in shock. "Uh, so how's about I put some clothes on and I'll give you all the guided tour? From 1960s to 2008. Things are bound to have changed a little."

"I'd like that." Ponyboy said.

I sure as hell knew the rest of them couldn't care less.

"How about you don't put some clothes on, and we have a tour?"

Oh, boy.