I'll be there *the outsiders fanfiction*

Chapter one; uncalled for

Chapter one; I'll be there: 'Keep running,'I thought to myself as I sped through the alleyways of Tulsa, Oklahoma.

"STOP! GET ON THE GROUND!" The S.W.A.T team screamed furiously as they determinedly chased me down the down the worn pavement of meadow brook road.

'Man, you've really done it this time, why'd you have to be stupid enough to trust the guy.

I mean REALLY. "Hold this please ma'am, I'll be back for it." I should've thrown it at him when he sprinted away from the police cars that were trying to run me the Frick ove-'

My inner monologue was interrupted when I ran into a tall figure and fell on my backside. "Hey man, watch where your goin ah?" A deep voice snapped at me. I look up at the figure only to find that it was a man- no, a teenage boy.

He was about 6'2 and had hair so blond you'd think it was white; it fell in wisps over his forehead. I quite liked that. His eyes were a blazing ice cold blue that looked as if they could freeze even the warmest of hearts; filled with a hatred for the world and everyone in it. "Sorry man, I ain't got time to be lookin where I'm goin." I said as I gathered my bearings and pushed off the sidewalk, but as I tried to hurry past him away from the S.W.A.T cars, he grabbed my arm, while doing so, he looked me in the eyes; undoubtingly seeing my frantic need to run, and then he cocked his head to the side in the direction of which the sirens were screeching. He looked like he was thinking hard about something, then it seemed to click in his head what was going on. The S.W.A.T. cars were getting closer, as soon as he realized that he threw me over his shoulder and loped towards a place that said 'BUCKS' on the front of it in torn letters.

{AN; sorry this is so short, this is my first story, the chapters will get longer! I will try to update when I can, and. Btw, Idk if there was swatt teams during the 1960s era in Tulsa. If I'm wrong, I will come back and edit. Thanks for reading!!<3}