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'Morning, Darry', I mumbled, walking into the lounge room via the front door.

'Morning, Bullet', Darry yawned, from the kitchen.

'Soda and Ponyboy not up yet?' I questioned, leaning against the doorframe as he handed me a cup of coffee.

'Soda's at Steve's', Darry yawned, wondering about the kitchen, unperturbed at the fact that someone had just walked into his house without allowing them too first.

'Shit', I swore, sarcastically acting unhappy, 'we had a root date'.

'I'm glad you and my little brother are getting on well, but don't tell me, please?' he smiled, knowing full well that I was joking, but was playing along.

'Morning, bullet', the rather tired voice of Ponyboy muttered.

'Morning, Pones', I muttered, leaning on the bench as we walked into the kitchen. I reached over and sliced a piece of the vanilla cake off the bench. Darry took one look at me and growled.

'Both of you nick out of here, I just got it cleaned', Darry screeched, almost like an old maid as I just laughed, and indicated for Ponyboy to follow me as I made my way outside.

'You up for a movie later today?' I yawned, still eating the same piece of cake.

'Yeah, that'd be cool', he mumbled, rubbing his eyes, and then scratching his head. 'Paul Newman movie's out today'.

'Sounds like a plan', I smiled, sitting on the couch on the porch and taking another rather large bite of the cake.

'What are you up to today, D?' I shouted through a mouthful of food hoping Darry could hear me in the kitchen.

'I'll probably just…' he couldn't answer. I had dug up his plan to do nothing and he hated letting anybody know that he was going to sit down. It was strange.

'Okay, sounds cool, sounds busy', I yelled, smiling widely at Ponyboy who just smiled back, not understanding why I had to do this same thing every morning to annoy Darry.

'Where are you going?' Ponyboy complained as I stood up and stretched, before heading down the steps off of the porch.

'I've got bigger fish to fry, my friend, there's this tuff looking mustang down at the 7/11 off of the highway, I'm gonna see if I can take it for a drive', I smiled, winking as I headed out of the yard and down the road towards the empty lot.

'Come round later', Pony shouted out to me as I just waved my hand in the air to let him know I heard him.

I was walking by myself for quite awhile, as I made my way towards the 7/11. I could see the mustang in the distance and the closer I walked, the more determined I was to take it.

'Looky what we have here', I heard someone laugh behind me as I tensed up, but continued walking. I didn't know who it was, and my blade was in my pocket. If they were from around here, it would take them less then a second to realise what I was going to do. If they weren't, I might have a chance.

I slowly reached down for my pocket and placed my hand ever so slowly into it. I heard a soft click behind me and I stopped walking, freezing completely.

'You've still got a lot to learn, Bullet', the voice laughed, walking passed me to reveal none other than Dallas Winston.

'You…' I stated angrily, pointing at him, not able to find the words I was looking for.

'Tuff, sexy man, that I wouldn't mind taking a go at?' he finished, smirking at me as I continued to point at him angrily.

'Tuff no', I murmured, glaring at him as his smile widened, 'sexy definitely not, however…'

'I knew it', he mumbled, taking a step closer to me.

'However…' I repeated, 'if you ever come near me again, I swear to god I will tear your dick off and shove it up your arse'.

'Feisty', he smirked, taking a step closer to me. It was then I realised we were still standing in plain view of the users of the highway. One car drove passed whistling, screaming congratulations at Dally for his "score".

I smiled softly, pretending to be all girly for a second as I ran my hand softly from the belt buckle on his jeans, slowly up his stomach, over his chest, over his shoulder. I heard him chuckle softly as I rested my hand softly on the back of his head. He just smirked down at me, not ready for what I was about to do. I brought my hand back and slapped him hard in the back of the head, before bringing my hand back to my side.

'Oh, stupid', I smirked, continuing my path towards the 7/11. I reached the car park before I noticed that the mustang had disappeared.

'Pony boy!' I shouted as I walking through the front gate. I made my way up the path slowly.

'He's not here', a voice muttered from the door way. I looked up as I made my way up onto the porch only to see a shirtless Sodapop.

'Oh, where'd he go?' I mumbled, feeling rather girly for a moment. I only got like this around Sodapop, anybody else I could handle, but not Soda.

'He's not back from school yet', Soda answered, swinging the door open; 'You're welcome to wait for him if you like?'

'Uh, no thanks, if he gets home soon, tell him I'll meet him in the parking lot', I mumbled stupidly, stepping back down a step.

'Come on in, you idiot, have a beer with me', he smiled, still holding the door open. I stared at him before I realised what I was doing, and nodded.

'Sure, why not', I smiled, making my way into the house, and into the kitchen. 'Darry not home yet?'

'Not yet', Soda yawned from the couch, as I came back out of the kitchen, two beers in hand.

'Fair enough', I mumbled, sitting at the opposite end of the couch.

'You're a bit jumpy today, Bullet, something up?' Soda yawned, looking from me to the TV.

'Just the same things as normal', I laughed stupidly.

'You sure, I've never seen you so tense before', Soda muttered, looking back at me again.

'Hey Soda!' someone shouted from outside, and as Soda got up to check who it was, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

'Hey, Pony, you're dates here', Soda laughed, causing me to feel slightly uncomfortable. I was Soda's age, but had a little more in common with Ponyboy.

'Oh, hey, Bullet', Pony smiled, walking in the house as I dipped my bottle at him a little before taking a swig.

'What are you doing today, Soda?' I heard pony mutter as Soda followed him into their room.

'Probably hang out with Steve', I heard Soda mutter back.

'kay', Pony mumbled, coming out changed.

'Let's take a walk', I smiled at him and he nodded.

'That was awesome', I mumbled to myself as we walked out of the dark light of the movie house.

'I know', he answered in that far off voice. I wonder what he was thinking about? It didn't take me long as Ponyboy stopped in front of the movie house window. I couldn't make out his voice but as soon as I heard the tone of his voice I knew what he was doing. Being Paul Newman.

'Greaser!' someone screamed from behind the two of us as we played in front of the window. I turned around to see the tuff mustang from the 7/11. 'Hey greaser!' they continued to taunt as Ponyboy tugged on my arm and indicated in home's direction. 'Wash all of that grease out of you're hair, you greaser'. We started walking cautiously as they drove passed us slowly before speeding off.

'I hate those ass holes', I snapped, going to tuck my hands into my jacket pocket, when I realised I wasn't wearing a jacket. I was just wearing one of my father's new wife beaters and a chequered long sleeve shirt I had won in a game of cards with the guys.

It was taking awhile to get home. Normally we would have ran and not given a whole hoot, but every now and then one of us would catch a glimpse of the mustang tailing us, and would immediately be on guard, so the walk home seemed a lot longer.

I snuck glances at Ponyboy as we walked along the fence. I hadn't really noticed him before. He was always the youngest of the group, the little one that I was left looking after. That's how I got to know him so well, and that's how I realised that Ponyboy, out of all of them, was the most down to earth and the only one that seemed to think like me.

I looked at his brown hair, long at the front and the sides and slightly shorter and squared off at the back. I had never seen hairs like his on anyone else, or maybe I had, I just never really payed any attention to it. Looking into the corner of his eye I could see his greenish grey eyes wandering off in his little world of Paul Newman and what ever his imagination was cooking up.

I was shaken from my reverie as Ponyboy nudged me. 'What's up?'

'Soc's', he whispered, and I turned ever so subtly and looked at the red mustang tailing us again.

'How long?' I mumbled, placing my hands into the pockets of my jeans, feeling around for my blade.

'Half a block', he whispered back. He was shaking. I had never seen him look so scared before. Then again I had never felt myself be more scared, my blade…wasn't in my pocket.

I've been jumped before, but never without a blade, and ever since we found Johnny in the abandoned lot, I never went anywhere without it. I figured it must have fallen out of my pocket when I sat down for the beer with Soda. I took a side glance at Ponyboy and started to walk a little faster. Only two blocks from home.

The mustang pulled up beside us and five or so soc's got out, smiles all over there faces. They weren't here to ask for directions. Images of Johnny came flooding into my mind. The blood all over his face, his clothes torn, and I immediately started to shiver. Taking a side glance at Ponyboy, I watched him hitch his thumbs in jeans and slouch ever so slightly as we came to a stop. He was sweating and I was shivering. We must have looked a sight.

'Hey Grease', they laughed softly, smiles still in place as they circled us. One got awfully close to me on my left side; I shook slightly and took a slight step towards Pony. As if he was any help, he looked like a dead duck.

'Hey grease, we're going to do you a favour grease', they just loved that word, 'we're going to borrow you're girlfriend here, and you know what grease, we're going to do you another favour, we're going to give you a hair cut grease, we're going to cut all you're greasy hair off'.

'Don't you touch him', I spat, stepping forward, only to be grabbed and dragged off to the side.

'Now, now, don't be like that', the guy that had me whispered, running his hands up and down my body. 'I've got a treat for you', he laughed almost drunkenly, but I knew he wasn't as he started to tear at my shirt.

I heard scuffing to my right and I froze. Ponyboy. 'Pony!' I screamed, only to have the Soc holding me, shove his hand over my mouth.

'Now, now, don't do that, we're having fun here', he snapped, trying to shove his hand further up my top. I felt a stab of pain in my left arm and moved it, only to find that it was pinned behind me. My one free hand was holding him back for now.

I could see Ponyboy on the ground, covered in a bunch of Soc's, one holding a blade to his throat. I wanted to scream, I wanted to do anything I could to get to him, but I watched helplessly as the Soc holding him continued to talk in a low hushed voice. I tried to scream as I watched the Soc slice a small part of Pony's neck.

My free hand slammed against the fence and I screamed into the Soc's hand, before looking around and seeing someone else holding my arms back. They were both laughing, and I completely forgot about Ponyboy as my shirt was torn and…

'Soda!' Ponyboy screamed, 'Darry!'

My eyes snapped open and I looked around in hope that they guys had come, but I was in for a nasty surprise. Ponyboy was screaming as the Soc's holding down started to taunt him with several blades at once.

I tried my hardest to ignore the hands on my chest and the ones down my pants so that I wouldn't scream but, the more rougher they became, the harder it was to ignore. 'PONYBOY!' I screamed, thrashing against everything, 'PONY!'

'Shut her up!' I heard the soc holding Ponyboy shout. Then I heard Pony continue to shout. 'Shut him up, for Pete's sake, shut them both up'.

I didn't know what happened next, but as I dropped to the ground I started to cry. I curled myself up into a ball and cried. I had never cried in my life. I was brought up not too. Not even when I had trouble with my folks, I never cried once.

The pounding of feet rushed passed me and I cried harder. I wasn't sure whether it was out of pure happiness that everything had stopped or whether it was because I could still feel their hands, crawling, grabbing, scratching…

I screamed as someone grabbed me, hoping that they hadn't come back, but I found it to be Two-Bit. I continued screaming, but was slowly losing breath and it slowly died down. I was shook up. I continued sob and punch and hit at him, but I just couldn't stop.

'It's all right', I heard him whisper as he picked me up and stood me on my feet, one arm around my waist, keeping me steady, the other pulling up my pants. I felt like a child, I wanted to scream at him, but I was losing my breath again and I settled for sobbing into his shoulder. I knew they were gone, I knew, but for some reason I just couldn't picture it.

'The kids okay?' Dally muttered through a mouthful of smoke.

'I'm okay', Ponyboy stuttered.

'What were you two doin' walkin' by you're lonesome?' Steve snapped.

'We were walking home from the movies… I didn't think', I could hear the hurt in Ponyboy's voice as I slowly stopped my stupid sobbing.

'You don't ever think', Darry snapped, causing me to stiffen. I looked up and Two-Bit pulled away from me ever so slightly so that I could watch the abuse being flung. I felt him take his shirt off, and hand it to me. I smiled and looked down, noticing that I was no longer actually wearing a shirt. I slipped Two-bits shirt on and wrapped my arms around myself.

'You don't think at home, or anywhere where it counts. You must think at school with all those good grades you bring home, and you've always got you're nose in a book, but do you ever use you're head for common sense? No sirree, Bub! And if you did have to go by yourself, you should have carried a blade', Darry had finished his rant. I looked at Ponyboy who looked as down trodden as the pavement.

'He wasn't alone', I snapped, stepping forward, gripping myself tighter, 'I was with him'.

'And why weren't you carrying a blade, you never leave home without it', Darry snapped at me.

'Everybody makes mistakes, Darry', I grumbled, stepping backwards.

'Leave my kid brother alone, you hear?' Soda growled, 'It ain't his fault he likes to go to the movies, and it ain't his fault that the Soc's like to jump us, and if he had of been carrying a blade, it would have been a good excuse to cut him to ribbons'.

'If I want my kid brother to tell me what to do with my other kid brother, I'll ask you – kid brother!' Darry said angrily, but he didn't go Ponyboy anymore.

'Speaking of movies', Dally huffed, taking one last drag on his cigarette before flicking it away, 'I'm heading over to the Nightly Double, if anyone wants to come and hunt some action?'

'Me and soda are picking up Evie and Sandy for the game', Steve muttered, before glaring ever so slightly at Ponyboy. What was that about?

'I'm working tomorrow night', Darry sighed, as I looked up from Ponyboy to stare at him.

'You're always working, Darry, take a break', I muttered, before looking away. Everybody had dropped their side conversations to look at me. Nobody had ever bothered to tell Darry to slow down, because most people never had the guts, and the fact that he never listened came into account as well.

'Unless you care to help me pay the bills, since you seem to eat all our stuff, I suggest you keep…' He stopped half way through. He seemed shocked. I had stepped forward ever so slightly, looking at him sternly.

'Care to finish?' I mumbled, rubbing my hands up and down my arms, as I looked into his eyes.

'I'm working tomorrow night', Darry sighed, looking up at Dally.

'How bout ya'll?' Dally grumbled, looking around at us all, 'Two-Bit?' Johnnycake, you and Pony wanta come?'

'Me and Johnny will come', Pony stated, before looking up at Darry, 'okay, Darry?'

'Yeah, since it ain't a school night', Darry mumbled. I saw a smile twitch slowly onto his face before disappearing before anybody would notice.

'I'll tag along', I grounded out, suddenly feeling a rather dull pain in my jaw.

'I planned on getting boozed up tomorrow night', Two-Bit laughed, he always seemed to be smiling in some form, 'If I don't, I'll walk over and find you guys'.

'You break up with Sylvia again?' Steve asked out of nowhere, but we all knew who he was talking too. Dally. I looked down at Dally's finger and noticed the ring planted back on his finger. Yep, he had.

'Yep, and this time for good. That little broad was two-timin' me again while I was in jail', Dally spat out, I could tell, cursing under his breath at her.

Everybody seemed to quieten down after that, separating ever so slightly into separate little conversations. I made my way over to Pony and draped my arm around his shoulder. It was a simple gesture that to some people would make it seem like I was coming onto the poor boy, but, to Pony and I, it was a gesture of plain friendship.

'How you feelin', Pony?' I mumbled, touching the outer edge of the bruise appearing on his cheek.

'Probably not as bad as you', he admitted, looking at the ground.

'We both had a rough night, Pony, no need to go feeling guilty for feeling hurt, it happens', I smiled, squeezing his shoulder.

I looked around at the gang as they were all talking happily, laughing, punching playfully and sometimes even looking slightly sad. This lot had come to our rescue, and I couldn't help but think about what would've happened if they hadn't.

Sighing, I looked down at Ponyboy and found him to be already staring at me. 'What's up?'

'Oh', he said, turning a slight shade of pink, 'nothing'.

'What's on you're mind, Pony?'

'You're not like most of the girls around here', he stated, looking a little guilty for saying so.

'True', I said, nodding my head and looking away. I wasn't like most of the girls around here.

The girls that lingered on the west side all wore barely any clothes, too much make up, giggled falsely and swore to much, acting tougher than they actually wore. Some would pick a fight just to prove it, but would find themselves in a mound of trouble when the person they were fighting with didn't back down. They were all false. Fake. Stupidity written all over them.

'Let's head home, Ponyboy', Soda whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from me.

'You need a place to stay, Bullet?' Darry groaned, stretching his hands high about his head.

'If you don't mind', I yawned.

'Come on then', he smiled. I could feel Pony's eyes bore into the side of my head. In his eyes, Darry only ever smiled at me. Soda, he would smile once in a blue moon at, but he would never smile at Pony, and I could feel some anger radiate off of him.

But what Pony didn't see was the sad smiles behind his back. The guilty smiles for never telling him well done. The sappy smiles from when he did something so simple, but Darry was still proud. He didn't see any of those smiles, but Soda and I did, and still do.

I draped my arm back around Pony's shoulders again and him around mine as we walked after Soda and Darry back to the house. 'He doesn't mean it', I mumbled, hoping Pony knew what I meant. He nodded his head. He didn't believe me, but he had nodded all the same. Now was not the time to go into it.