Author's note: Not much to say... R&R please! And Remember, I don't own anything... my mom can just buy me stuff.
"Hey Pony, the reddie looks about your age" Soda elbowed his brother, reaching around his best friend Steve, they watched a pretty blonde and a fiery redhead wrestle with a couch until the redhead dropped her end and grumpily sat on the couch right there in the grass and dirt. The blonde followed suit. Only her head turned when she spoke to the red head, who in turn tossed her feet over the arm rest and collapsed on the rest of the couch her head just touching the blonde's thigh as if to say, 'I like it here, let's just leave it here.' The blonde laughed.
Johnny was pretty sure the blonde's eyes rarely left their faces… But it wasn't till she stood up and walked towards them that he realized it was the redhead who had been watching them the whole time.
"Heyy." She dragged out the word, "We're having a couch dilemma, feel like helping us?"
"What sorta of dilemma?" Two-bit Matthews asked, just as Ponyboy blurted, "We're Grease you should look for some Socs."
"They're no fun." The redhead said with a wicked grin.
"Our couch refuses to get through the front door. And we don't have the energy to get it in through the back door which is much larger." The blonde said in turn.
"Or the muscles." Redhead grinned.
"So what do you say? Feel like doing something useful with your afternoon?"
Darry was the first to nod, "Sure." Johnny shrugged.
Blonde's face lit up instantly, "Thank you sooooo much, I was afraid we'd just have to leave the damn thing out there."
"You mean we could just leave it there?" Inquired Redhead.
"Dad would kill us." The new speaker was a girl with her sister's pale skin and strawberry blonde hair.
"Dad wouldn't have to know."
"That would be a nice welcome for him when he gets back from Vietnam, 'Welcome back Daddy we missed you, oh by the way the lovely couch we've had since you and Mother were married is moldy, mildew-y, and outside in the mud.' And he'll say 'Those rags out by the front door?' and you'll say 'Yep, be a dear and take them out to the trash.'"
"We could put a tarp over it." Red argued.
"What's the matter, don't want Grease in you house?" Inquired Two-bit.
"I'm sure we could find some sausage to fry." She replied distractedly.
Steve snickered.
"Look, we found some guys to help, what's the problem?" Blonde looked exasperated.
"That the first impression they're going to have of us is that we're weak and random little people?" Asked Honey Hair pertly.
"No, I just wanted to know if it would be possible to leave the couch out here."
"Well that is defiantly the stupidest reason I've ever heard to do something." Honey Hair snapped, Blonde rolled her eyes.
"It'd be nice to just sit on the couch out here instead of the ground."
"We'll get a bench." Blonde said quickly, "The couch is over there, thanks for helping us." This last part she directed at them. Johnny heard Honey hair asked quietly; "With what money?" but he didn't think anyone else heard. Soda was grinning from ear to ear, Two-bit seemed to have found his soul mate in the redhead, and Darry's eyes never left the Blonde's face.
Dally stood up and actually got to the offending couch first. Then Steve and then Darry, they didn't need any more than that.
"What are your names?" That was Soda, his eyes sort of locked on one of the bills they had dropped in the mud in hope it would disappear that way, McLarken was the name on the front, their last name no doubt.
Blonde and Honey hair exchanged glances, their sister had gone inside to direct the guys handling the couch.
"McLarken."
"McLarken.
"What don't you trust us enough to give us your real names?"
"Not really, no." Honey hair paused thoughtfully, "But don't take it personally, I don't trust anyone since-"
"Forever." Interrupted Blonde in the harshest tone they had heard out of her yet.
"-Forever." Echoed her sister softly.
"You can be Larken." Ponyboy said quietly to the Blonde, "You can be M.C." Honey hair made a face.
"M.C, m-ck, Mick, Micky." Johnny rambled thoughtfully, "You can be Micky."
"I like that one better." She gave a shrug, "I'm going to check that Skye hasn't run any of them over with that stupid couch."
She hadn't. In fact, the couch was in place and they were all investigating what Larken had bought for the fridge.