AN: OK. This is my first fanfic. I know its not really good. At all. But hey I tried. My sis thought it was pretty funny. But she's younger so idk. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

The sun shone brightly through the dusty window, the golden rays warming the side of my face. I could hear light snoring coming from across the room and the sound of the shower running. Sodapop must be up. Slowly raising my right eyelid, I could see the dull, white walls of our bedroom. Across from me lay the sleeping form of my kid-brother, his back facing me, and his head under the pillow. He mumbled sleepily, saying something about 'damned seagulls'. I snorted at this. The idiot's dreamin' about that story he read.

Throwing the blankets over the side of my bed, I stretched my legs before standing up. I threw my pillow at Pony's head and he awoke with a jerk, swatting at an area above him. Then slowly realizing where he was turned to look at me with a scowl on his face.

"That never leaves this room ya' here." I snickered lightly before walking to him and ruffling his hair. He scowled at me yet again.

"Yeah, yeah. I hear ya'. But no more reading them horror stories. Ya' always get them nightmares." He threw the pillow back at me but I ducked it and making my way to stand in front of the door stuck my tongue at him. Pony gave a fake laugh and right at that moment Soda opened the door knocking me to the ground. At this Ponyboy started a laughing fit and Sodapop looked to see what he had hit. When seeing me sprawled out on the floor rubbing my sore butt he joined Ponyboy in the laughing frenzy. I sent a death glare at the both of them but they didn't see it.

"Gosh Soda, you been liftin' weights or somethin'." Sodapop nodded at this and flexed his arm muscles. Ponyboy finally stopped laughing, and jumped out of bed. I stood up and dusted my self off.

"Hey those are my boxers Jess," Pony said while pointing to the old blue boxers I was indeed wearing.

"Yeah, they are." I smiled at him and he crossed his arms at me.

"I told you not to wear them."

"Yeah, you did." If there was one thing I loved doing it was messing with Pony. It was just too good.

"Well then why are you wearing them." He threw his hands in the air.

"Because I wanted to." He palmed his forehead. See, making him mad was funny. " And I don't have any."

"Maybe that's because girls don't wear boxers!"

"Well maybe they should." Ponyboy growled between gritted teeth.

"Fine, fine." I always won.

"Now get out. I gotta' get dressed." Sodapop bounded down the hallway and Ponyboy sprinted after him. Closing and locking the door I found a pair of baggy pants under my bed. I then put on a tight black tee that showed off my 6-pack and fastened a belt around the pants. Cough. OK. I don't really have a 6-pack but hey, there's definitely something. Maybe. Anyways, I usually wore Pony' s clothes because I didn't have a lot for my self. He was only slightly bigger than me. I brushed out my chocolate colored hair so that it lay limply around my shoulders.

I wasn't much for appearances. As long as I looked tuff it was good with me. I was a major tomboy. And I was a pretty good fighter. I could take down everybody in our gang most of the time. Except for Darry of course. And Sodapop. And Dally. OK I can take down half the guys in our gang. Still good. I left my room and ran down the hallway and into the kitchen.

I guess i should tell i little about my self. My name is Jessica Curtis. My names not original like Ponyboy or Sodapop. My mom apparantly thought that her daughter would get a normal name. But dear ol' dad didn't give up easily. You wanna know what my middle name is. Marmalade. I'm named after jam. How freaky is that. Way freaky. But everyone calls me Jess. I get the occasional Jessie and Jessica, and my full name when i'm in trouble. And sometimes the gang uses my nickname 'lade'. But only if they wanna' black eye from superman. I remember when Dally first adressed me as that. It just so happened to be the moment Darry walked in the room. Thinking Dally said laid and since i was the only other person there, he got the wrong idea. It didn't end well. Enough about me on with story.

Soda and Pony were sitting at the table stuffing down there cake and eggs. Pony inhaled a particularly large piece and started choking. I patted him on the back, well more like punched him, and he coughed up the cake all over Soda. I laughed at him as Soda wiped off the cake from his face, narrowing his eyes at me.

I sighed before telling Ponyboy sorry. I grabbed my own plate of breakfast and sat beside Soda.

"Haws Dharry aredy weft fer wark?" I asked threw a mouth full of eggs. Manners you ask. I've never heard of manners.

"Yeah he left after he made breakfast," Sodapop said. I nodded my head in understanding.

"Me and Pone walkin' to school I guess."

"I guess so kid," Sodapop said ruffling my head. I pushed his hand away and sent him a glare.

"I ain't no kid."

"Yeah, yeah."

20 minutes later me and Ponyboy were on our way to school. We saw Two-Bit when we left. He was with some blonde. He offered us a ride but we turned him down. I always like walking places. It gave me time to think. That's what made me and
Ponyboy alike. We were always thinking but not using our heads. Well that'swhat Darry says. But I didn't like to read or draw as much as Pony. And my grades weren't nearly as good. I was only 11 months older than him but since he skipped a grade we were in the same.

This just happened to be one of those not-using-your-head times.

"Hey boys, look what we got here." Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue mustang driving by us. It looked to be 3 socs. Great. Just what I needed. I pulled a cancer stick out of my pocket, lit it, and took a long drag. I stopped and turned to the mustang. I could feel Ponyboy repeating my actions with the addition of flipping up his collar. I cocked an eyebrow and flicked my cig at what looked to be the leader.

"It looks like you got two very pissed greasers." I heard Ponyboy laugh coolly from my side.

"Really? Cause to me it looked like two little kids."

"Correction." I turned my attention to a guy with curly blonde hair. "This ones a kid, "he said nodding in Pony's direction. He then slowly moved his stare to me. "But we got us a woman here fellas." This caused the other socs to make cat calls at me. "And we always treat woman, with special treatment." Same ol', same ol'. Talk about how they wanna' get in my pants and then I beet the living shit out of em. They jumped out of the car and the two made there way to Ponyboy. One of the smaller ones came my way. They always send me the little ones. It really pisses me off. Anyways, I dropped my cig butt and stomped it out. The guy grabbed my arm and I sent and uppercut to his jaw. He stumbled back and fell of the curb. He got back up and tried to tackle me but I dropped down into a crouched position. He hit the ground next to me and I kicked a few of his ribs. I turned to help out Pony. He was holding okay but it looked like they broke his nose. I sent a punch at the nearest guy's head and he fell to the ground. The other guy decided to high tell it out of there. They jumped back in their car and sped off. Ponyboy spat out some blood and wiped away some of the blood from his nose.

"You okay there Ponyboy. They didn't get you two good did they?" I asked him examining his face. He had some bruises on the side of his face but other than that and his nose he looked fine.

"Yeah. Thanks Jess. You alright." I nodded a yes. "Great. Now I look stupid." I chuckled softly and put my hand on his shoulder as we started walking again.

"Nah kid. It makes you look tuff." He tried unsuccessfully to cock an eyebrow. I laughed at him and he pushed me lightly.

AN: So, like i said not that great. I might keep going depends on how many reviews i get.