June 17, 1966, Tulsa, Oklahoma 5:45 pm. You press the button and off you went.
Your father, an irresponsible scientist, created a time machine that traveled only to the past. Sadly, your boredom got the best of you. You punched in a place and time and pushed the activate button. Off you were to the past, but little did you know that the setting was from the famous 1980s film and 1960s novel The Outsiders.
The machine stops in the exact place you set it to. You exit the machine. It's raining heavily. Thankfully you brought your hoodie. You slip it on, taking out your (h/c) pigtails that were tied with (f/c) ribbons.
As you walk away from the machine and look back at it, you see that it's still there. But it shrinks down into a brass bracelet. You walk over and bend down to pick it up, but someone else grabs it. "Here, you dropped this." The person hands it to you. You look up at the person. It's a young, teenage boy his chocolate brown eyes stare back into your (e/c) ones.
Your cheeks turn a deep pink. He was hella attractive. "U-um. . . Th-th-thanks." You stutter. You got enough time to study his face. He had a nice face. It had a smolder look to it, kind eyes, sharp jawline, and soft cheekbones. He had extremely greasy, dark brown hair that shone, also was wet from the rain. It must've been forever until he handed you the bracelet. "What's your name?" He asks. You couldn't help but stare at him, simply breath-taking. He looks down at your shirt. "Who is 'My Chemical Romance'?" You then snap out of your trance.
You look down at your shirt. Your eyes widen as you're afraid that he'll find out that you're from the future. "O-Oh, u-um. . . I-it's a new um. . . Elvis Presley song. Y-yeah!" You laugh nervously. The boy tilts his head in confusion as you have answered his question. "Oh?" He looks to the side and shrugs, then looks back at you "I haven't heard of that song."
"My name's (Y/n), what's yours?" You introduce yourself, finally. "Ponyboy, Ponyboy Curtis." The boys introduces himself also. You giggle slightly "Ponyboy?" You question his name. "Yeah, I know it's a stupid name." He chuckles. You shake your head "No, no, it's unique." You protested. He looks at you and chuckles again.
"Thanks, no one has ever told me that befo-" "Hey Greaser!" Ponyboy is interrupted by a loud, mocking voice. You turn around to see a car full of teenagers who look to be members of a country club. You can tell that they were drunk and looking for trouble, they carried canteens of strong liquor and beer. From the looks of it, there seemed to be about 5 or 6 big, muscular guys. You look at Ponyboy, "Who are they?" Ponyboy looks back at you, eyes full of fear and concern, "Socs, my friend Johnny got jumped by these bastards, it wasn't pretty after the incident. He had bruises all over his face and a cut on his right cheek from a switchblade." Your eyes widen at his story that he shared. You look back at the drunken Socs, who were staggering towards the two of you. "Aww, does the little Greaser have a little girly friend with him?" A Soc with blond hair looks over at you, a grin stretching across his lips. "(Y/n), run." Ponyboy calmly commands. "W-wha-" "(Y/n)! I said run!" Another Soc, with brown hair, punches Pony right in the cheek. "Ponyboy!" You scream. The blond haired Soc picks you up by the waist, "Hey Randy, what should we do with her?" The blond Soc asks, looking over at the Brown haired Soc, assuming that his name is Randy. Looking over, you see the other Socs surrounding Ponyboy.
You squirm around in the blond Soc's grip, but to no avail, you can't get free. You look down and see that the Soc's arms are now around your torso, right below your breasts. "Let me go you fucktard!" You yell out to the Soc. "Oh? Randy, this girl has a mouth, should we teach her a lesson like this Greaser?" Both of the Soc's chuckle. Your eyes widen. You look down at your finger nails, mainly at your pinkie nails. You have a flash back of what your grandfather, a Vietnam veteran, told you.
