Authors Note: This chapter is being posted as part of "Good Fic Day", in effort raise the quality of writing here. With this, he hope to inspire more writers to improve their own fan fiction. This includes using spell check, correct grammar/punctuation, keeping the gang in character, using an outline, plotting your stories, and for the love of god not using Mary Sues. Hopefully other writers will follow us and produce better fan fiction. Not only to please the readers, but to make S.E. Hinton proud as well.

Disclaimer: S.E Hinton owns the book The Outsiders and all the characters. I only borrow them from time to time. But I do own Lucy Harris and her mother.

Curly had walked Lucy home once she had agreed to go on a date with him. No more than two seconds after she got in the door, she dialed Sylvia's familiar number.

She rushed over squealing about how proud she was of Lucy, and began schooling her on the art of dating.

"Well first off," Sylvia said smacking her gum, "Ya gotta act like you don't give a shit."

"Why?" Lucy asked as Sylvia went through her closet.

"Because, it makes them want you even more. It makes you seem mysterious and all that jazz," Sylvia told her matter of factly.

"Oh," Lucy said slowly. "But I'm not mysterious, am I?"

Sylvia laughed as she pulled out a white sundress. "Fuck no, but do you think that dipshit knows that?"

"How bout this, Doris Day?" Sylvia said showing Lucy the dress.

Lucy's face sunk when she saw what Sylvia had picked out. It was her mothers.

"I can't," Lucy said quietly.

Sylvia looked at her, confused. "Why?" she exclaimed. "It's the best thing you got in here! Curly would flip."

Lucy shook her head as she tried to erase the image of the last time her mother wore that dress from her head.

"It was my moms," Lucy muttered, keeping her eyes on the purple shag carpeting of her room.

She heard Sylvia sigh heavily before sitting down next to her on the bed.

"Lucy I'm sorry, I didn't know." Sylvia said, the tone of her voice softening.

Lucy shrugged her shoulders. She never did tell Sylvia about her mother's death. Might as well tell her now.

"It was about three years ago," Lucy started. "That spring she just wasn't herself. She was always tired, and hardly ate."

"Then came the stomach cramps," Lucy continued as her voice began to crack.

"So Daddy naturally took her to the doctor and they said she had only months to live. Ovarian cancer."

Lucy looked up and turned towards Sylvia. "They were right."

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Sylvia stayed quiet, unable to speak because of the fear that she too would break down in tears. Sure her mom was a bitch, but at least she was alive.

Sylvia thought carefully before she said anything. "I think you would look beautiful in her dress. Just as beautiful as she did Luce."

She brushed Lucy's hair from her face. "I can even do your hair real nice."

Lucy smiled half heartedly. "I think I'd like that."

A/N: I hope you all liked that bit of info from Lucy's past. I know I did! Sorry for the lack of updates folks, my computer's being fixed.