A few weeks ago I reread the outsiders for about the billionth time and I was thinking about Two-bits younger sister, because she isn't explored at all in the book, so this is just one of my takes on what she might be like. This takes place exactly two years after the last book ended. Minus three days. The battle between the socs and greasers is still going on and Marcia and Two-bit are dating. I do not own the outsiders

"S.T. hurry up, or Im going to lock you out of the liqiour cabinet for a month" threatened Two-bit as he leaned in the doorway, his arms crossed, a scowl on his face. Although everyone knew that when Two-bit looked at S.T., he was smiling on the inside of what she had made of herself, but of course he would never in a million years, admit it.

"Hold your fucking horses" exclaimed S.T.

Two-bit went livid, he took two quick strides and smacked his little sister outside the head as he yelled "Hey watch your mouth kid." S.T. smiled sheepishly at the 19 year old, Two-bit raised his hand again, as if to back-hand her, she flinched, even though he had not intended to hit her again. "Thats what I thought. Man, for a 15 year old, you sure gor some mouth on you"

"Yeah, yeah" muttered S.T., lost in thought. It was exactly two years ago that Johnny and Dallas had "passed away". it would be two-years, in three days. Nobody knew it, but S.T. missed Dallas more than anybody in the gang did. It was all because, well, Dally and S.T. had been in love, and not even Two-bit, her own brother, had known. The battle between the greasers and the socs was still going on. There were a few teenagers from each side of the town that could stand each other, and wanted the nonsence to stop, but not enough to out rule the others. Because of that, there was another rumble tongiht. A huge one, and S.T. wasnt going to miss it, No one could make her, not that they would try. Being raised by Two-bit from the age of sevem, she had been raised to be tough, just because she was a girl. Responsiblity had fallen on Two-bit's shoulders at a young age, when thier mother had been killed in a car crash. Two-bit was hard to the core, but everyone knew he had a soft spot for everyone in the gang, and an even softer spot for his sister. S.T. respected and most of the time listened to her brother, except for tonight, S.T. was going to the rumble.

After S.T. went to the rumble, she was getting out of there. No way was she going to be around town on the two year aniversery of Dally and Johnny's death.Last year, she had skipped town and Two-bit had nearly skinned her alive. He said if she ever did it again, he'd beat her black and blue. S.T. just blew him off though. "Where we going?" she challanged.

"You're going over to Marcia's."

"Why?" S.T. crossed her arms.

"Because"

"Because..."

Two-bit was getting a little adgitated at her, and rolled his eyes "Cut the crap, S.T...you know why; Because I am going to the Rumble, and this is the only way I can keep you away from it"

S.T.'S jaw dropped, "Are you fricking kidding me?!? I am going to that rumble!"

"It aint up for debate, S.T. you're not going." Two-bit started to walk away

"The hell Im not!"

Two-bit turned around, his eyes a blaze."S.T. You aint going, I aint going to watch my baby sister get killed."

:"I'm not a baby! and I wont get killed, Im a lot stronger than you give me credit for. I..."

"No, you're not! What happened S.T.? today you dont seem to be living up to your name.I will say this one last time, you are not going. Girls dont belong in rumbles.Especially not you. S.T. stood for silent treatment.

"Well, why not me? Havent you always told me not to be condemed fro being a girl, you always said that if I needed you, you'd be there. Why not now, what excuse do you have now?"

"Now wait just a damged minute..."

"No! I wont. Im a girl, but I am you own flesh and blood. Anythng you can do, I can do just as well. All the gang says so. Im good enough for the rest of them, why aint I good enough fro you? Im going to the rumble and you cant stop me!"

"No!" yelled Two-bit. He took a deep breathe and said over-calmly, "say another word , you're grounded and I'll skin ya. Understand?" S.T. glared at Two-it, with a look that suggested she was more than just peeved. "I suggeest you wipe that look off you face" demanded Two-bit, lighting a cigarette. "Now come on, get going."

"Why? The rumble aint until eight"

"Just come on, S.T." S.T. rolled her eyes and elbowed her brother in the gut as she walked by, graciasly, Two-bit ignored it.

Marcia was a girl Two-bit had met nearly two years prior at the movies, after Dallas had made a royal pain out of himself. Marcia was a soc, Two-bit was a greaser. So Two-bit thought himself crazy for asking for her number. Oddly, she gave it to him. He assumed it was a phony and put it out of his mind. Months later, bored, he decided to try the number, but it wasnt a phony. They had been dating ever since.

"Hey S.T., Hows it going?" Marcia asked S.T. after kissing Two-bit. Marcia pinced S.T,'S cheeks and the girl jerked her face out of Marcia's manicured claws. THere wasnt that much of any age difference, but Marcia and Two-bit both acted loke S.T. was five whenever they were together.

"S.T. be good, dont give Marcia no lip." S.T. rolled her eyes in plain sight,

"Im not a child Two-bit!"

Two-bit ruffled her hair, S.T. glared at her brother and moved away from him as he asked, "Whats got you all pissed off?"

S.T. smiled on the inside, this was a chance to really embarrass Two-bit. "Gee! I dont know" she exclaimed sarcastically, "maybe that fight we just had, you know, the one where you called me a baby and..."

Before she could continue, Two-bit slapped a hand over her mouth, as his girlfriend gasped. "Kids theses days," smirked Two-bit. "They...Ow! You little bitch!" S.T. had bit down hard on his hand and Two-bit released her.

"Twpo-bit, what did I tell you about calling your sister names?" scolded Marcia. S.T. snickered.

Two-bit blushed. "I...I...arg. Look. I dont have time for this. Marcia, please make sure she is not out of your sight. I dont want my sister anywhere near the rumble, shes too easy a target, being a girl and all.Plus I..."

"Hello! yeah, still standing right here." exclaimed S.T. looking from Two-bit to Marcia.

"Yeah, you are, you are standing right here in this house, and you will be standing right here in this house until I get back. Do you understand me?" he mocked hugging her, "I'll deal with you later" he hissed

"Ohh...Im shaking in my sandals," S.T. muttered back and shaved him away.

Two-bit glard and kissed Marcia. Right before he disappeared from view he turned around and pointed at S.T; "You come within a mile of the rumble, and I'll skin you, you understand"

"Yeah, yeah" she turned around and shut the door, blocking her brother out, and in doing so, shuting him up. "Arg, she said, calmly. Turning to look at herself in the mirror, and quickly yanked her hair into a ponytail with out even brushing it. She adjusted her'pile' of eyeliner under her eyes and turned and faced Marcia. "What?" she spat

Marcia looked hurt, but S.T. honestly didnt care that much, "why do you hate me so much?"

S.T. looked up as she tucked her black t-shirt into her ripped jeans, she glanced up, she had never really thought about it. S.T. wrinkled her nose, as she always did when considering thing. She finally shrugged. "I dont hate you"

Marcia also shrugged and looked at her own reflection, she fluffed her hair, and said, "sure act like it" S.T. rolled her eyes and mumbled something that the Soc couldnt hear. "Hey, S.T?"

S.T. turned back around, "what?"

Marcia shuffled her feet, "This is silly, but I hava always wanted to know, I mean but I have always been too embarrassed to say it in front of Two-bit, but I mean..."

"Spit it out, Soc!"

"What does S.T. acually stand for?"

S.T. burst out laughing, "you really want to know?" Marcia nodded sheepishly. "Pk..ok...sheep trainger"

Marcia looked blank, "oh ok, wait, what?!?!"

Again, S.T. burst out laughing. "Gosh you Socs are gullible. Nah, it stands for silent treatment"

"oh...silent treatment?"

"You know," sighed S.T. getting annoyed quickly, "I dont normally tell people this, but you know, after Dallas and Johnny died, I stopped talking so much, stopped telling people what was on my mind, going through my head, thus, S.T."

"But you have always been S.T., right?"

"Samantha Tiffany" Marcia nodded and S.T. took that as an invitation. "Now if you will excuse me, I have a rumble to get to." Two-btit's girlfriend did a double take.

"Wait, wait, wait, you dont seriously expect to come here, tell me the truth about where you are going, less than 10 minutes after your brother told you to stay away and just expect to waltz out the door, do you?"

"Uh, yeah." S.T. shrugged, really not seeing Marcia's point.

"And your reasoning is..." asked Marcia, S.T. growled, she hated the ways socs used really fancy words, when they really just ended up sounding extremely dumb.

"Ok, fine." she began to pull her hoodie over her brown hair. "Im a fighter, I act like a dude, I dress like a dude, I sometimes even talk like a dude. Therefore, I am stronger. I will move you if you make if you try to get in my way. So heres a word of advice, dont try to get in my way, it will only result in you looking stupid"

Marcia shrugged "True," she paused "look, I know how good of a fighter you are, and I know how badly you want to fight, Im scared for you because..."

"Why?!? Im not scared of those bastards!"

"No, your brother said that he'd skin you."

For the third time in less than twenty minutes, S.T. felt herself be overcome with laughter. "Marcia, its called a figure of speech, you obviously dont know as much aboutTwo-bit as well as you think you do."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Marcia snapped.

S.T. threw her hands in the air, getting annoyed and this was wasting time. "I mean, the last time Two-bit 'spanked' me was when I was ten, and I had kicked him in the balls adn then ran away for three days because I was scared, but I was ten, I was young and stupid to be afraid of that doofus. I was at the ruumble last year, just like tonight. I'll be grounded for a week or two, its a small price to pay, trust me."

Marcia didnt look convinced. "I dont know about this..."

S.T. patted her shoulder, "Well while you figure it out, Im going to the Rumble." and with that, she walked out the front door.

Seven minutes later, S.T. was approaching the lot, a few Socs blocked her path. 'just my luck S.T. thought sarcastically, 'Fucking Soc boys' the only thing that kept S.T. from being a soc was the gang, and her attitude towards Socs. But she wouldnt change it for the world. But still all of the Soc boys gave her attention, it was sort of like how even Soc girls liked Sodapop Curtis. The boys either wanted to be her man, or they dispised her with ever fiber of thier beings. There was no middle ground. "Hey!" she called out. "No jazz before the rumble, you know the rules!"

A tall one, who seemed to be the leader with dark hair and eyes, with a little grease could have easily passed for one of the gang's kind if it wasnt for the shirt vest and mustang stepped up. He was two years older than her, but that wasnt why nobody in the gang would approve. His name was Chris, and he smiled slyly at her. Hes cute S.T. decided, then she scolded herself and snapped out of it. But her the other side of her argued, Its been two years, stop torturing yourself, Dally would understand, after all, he is dead. Once again, S.T.'s brain must have been looking for a fight, with herself. Because the side that had orginally said, 'Hes cute' now said, Dally had nothing to hate but the Socs, and if you go out with one, thats like...betrayal.

"Hey S.T. hows its going? I got an idea, what do you say we blow off this rumble and have our own little rumble?" S.T.'s mouth dropped, was he challanging her to a private fight? God, what luck, what an easy match, he'll probably fight fair as long as I dont pull my blade. but Then the dark eyed creep waggled his eyebrows at her and she realized what he was really trying to say, how had she been so stupid, fucking pervert! she shouted in her head, and resisted the urge to slap him. "What do you say huh?" he continued.

He wasnt bad looking, but S.T. just couldnt do it. There were too many reasons. One, she was still loyal to Dallas Whinston, it had been two years, but everyday she got up, thinking that he was just away in New York, or in the cooler(again) and would be home soon. S.T. also had to support her team. This rumble, was her time to shine. To prove once a year that girls dont just want to have fun, That girls can kick just as much ass as boys if they try, and sometimes more if they really had something to prove, like S.T. did. The final reason, was that, she was still in High school and if she dated him, it wouldnt last long, she would have to choose between him and the gang, and if she chose the Soc, once they broke up, S.T. would be left with nothing. It was either him or the gang and S.T. would chose the gang again and again, hands down. "Im really sorry," said S.T. sincerely, "But I really have to get to the rumble, its nothing personal" no, she added in her mind, its not personal, its just your side of town.

But Chris wasnt giving up that easily. "Right, well how about another time then?"

"Sure" S.T. rolled her eyes, hoping he would catch the sarcasim and leave her alone, but she received no such luck.

"Really?' Chris looked really hopeful.

"Yeah really," Chris was still not catching her sarcastic tone, "How about the eighth at eight. Bye" and before he could say another word to her, she entered the lot and disappeared into a crowd of greasers gathering. Well I handled that well. She hurried to the back, being careful not to get to close to her gang. There was still time for Two-bit to spot her and kick her out. So, S.T. vanished into Tim Shepard's gang, it was so big, that nobody noticed her and S.T. was releaved. S.T. still stuck out like a swore thumb. because she knew there were no other females in the Soc and she doubted even Angela Shepard would show up for this, even if it was skin vs skin. Most girls just didnt belong in rumbles, ususally not even greaser girls.

Outside the lot, Chris muttered, "Alright, she finally said yes to someone and its an added bonus that that someone was me. The eighth at eight." Now I have a reason to blow of this rumble.

Darry and the Soc leader went up and shook hands. The pair of them had used to play football in highschool together. so they were oddly civil. Each turned and faced the hoodlums from 'thier' side of town. "Remeber this is skin versus skin.!" announced Darry, all the Soc leader was pretend to run a finger horizonitally across his neck motioning 'off with thier heads' and Darry and the super Soc shouted in unison "RUMBLE!!!"

S.T. barely had time to throw her bangs out of her eyes before the charge began. Within the first twnety seconds of the rumble, S.T. had knocked out a soc, too bad it was one of the cute ones who used to hit on her, too. All was going well, and the Socs really had no chance of victory now, or ever really. S.T. had gotten a few hits on her, but thatsd how rumbles usually went. All was almost over, when things changed the whether in a matter of seconds. S.T thought she saw her brother with his back to her, so she thought she could edge away unnoticed, she began to walk backwareds, but only got a few feet before running into someone else's back. She wasnt sure how she knew, but she knew somehow that it wasnt a Soc, but it was trouble. Within a moment, the boy who had had his back to S.T., the one she had mistaken as Two-bit faced her direction and she realized the horrible truth.: That was not her brother. S.T. whipped around and came face to face with her worst nightmare for that moment: Two-bit Matthews. S.T's jaw dropped, "Uh-oh"

Two-bit raised his fist, S.T. flinched as Two-bit swung, just missing her left ear. A Soc fell to the ground behind her, he grabbed her ancle and she kicked him in the head. "What the hell are you doing here, Kid?" demanded the greaser, tripping a Soc.

"Is this really the best time to discuss this, Bro?..." she paused, punching a boy several years older than her, from looks of it, it looked like Darry's old football Soc buddy. "In the middle of Rumble?"

Two-bit looked her square in the eye, "You best wait for me after the rumble, understand?" S.T. nodded just to humor him for the moment. "Kid, Im going to skin you!"

"Yeah yeah," sge'd heard that before. and with that she disappeared into the crowd or 'rumblers' and kept on fighting. The rumble ended a few minutes later and S.T. wiped blood off her lip. She adjusted her pant leg to cover the blood spewing from the open wound. Some Bozo had pulled a knife on her trying to cheat and had stabbed her in the leg when her gaurd was down. She hid the cut the best she could.

Sodapop hurried over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You'd better watch it, S.T., Two-bits one knotch over steamed you came here tonight. "

S.T. rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I know." S.T. shuffled her feet, unsure of what to say.

"So..." Soda muzed, "What happened to your leg?" he crossed his arms across his chest. Oh yeah, she was busted. S.T. tried to wiggle her jeans to cover the blood, but to no avail.

"Erm, nothing, nothing happened." S.T. just couldnt lie very well when it came to Sodapop.

Sodapop, with his arms still crossed, spread his legs a little farther than shoulder length apart, leaned back, and raised an eyebrow, "Care to tell me the truth this time?"

S.T. looked over at her brother, Two-bit was talking calmly with Darry, but boy did he look mad. S.T. put her hands on Sodapop's shoulders and yanked him to the sides so she was out of Two-bit's line of view. When she was sure Soda was the only one looking, she yanked her pant leg up, "Some moron Soc stabbed me. Pretty foul move, seeing as it was skin versus skin. Totally against the rules and not only that..."

"Cover that up!" commanded Sodapop, yanking her pant leg back down, hiding it from view. "If your brother ever found out who did this to you..."

"I know, I know," S.T. cut him off, "He'd flip and not only that, I wasnt even suppossed to be here tonight, if you tell him, it will just give him one more reason to believe he's right about girls and fighting." She paused and Soda raised an eyebrow, taunting her. "And hes NOT!" concluded S.T..

Sodapop shrugged. "What ever you say, sweetheart"

"Hes NOT!" she screamed, "and Im tired of the whole gang treating me like a baby, because I am Two-bit's 'little' sister. I can fight just as well as half the greasers! Im not a baby! Stop sheltering me, dammit!"

Sodapop held up his hands as if to shelter himself from her words, he went to make a gesture to Darry and S.T. turned her head at the wrong time and ended up getting smacked hard by Sodapop's hand, so hard that it knocked her backwards, but she couldnt figure out if she was lucky or not when she landed in Two-bit's arms. She gazed up at him, "Im in trouble arent I?"

Two-bit's expression didnt change. "Trouble doesnt even begin to describe what you're in." and he let her drop.

ya, so if you notice, its a little longer than the chapters i normally write, so it may take me a little longer to update, but let me know if I should even continue. let me know please.

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