There are definitely not enough stories out there about the gang's kids. So, here ya go:

Soda-

Skye, 16

Cameron, 15

Pony-

Trace, 14

Darry-

Beckett, 17

Rob, 17

Steve-

Jason, 16

Two-bit-

Hudson, 15

River, 15

Dally-

Sean, 17

Levi, 15

Johnny-

Ryan, 15

Told from the point of view of Skye.

DISCLAIMER: S.E. Hinton owns all characters portrayed. I only own the children and wives.

Ugh. I can't believe my dad is making me go on this road trip. Sure, my cousins will be there but it doesn't help being the only girl that's going. Apparently all of the mom's thought it would be fun to go on a girls trip, without me. And it's obviously my fault that I managed to be the only girl cousin.

"Skye! Time to go!" Seriously, Dad. It's six a.m. Only he would make us get up this early to go to my Uncle Darry's, where Uncle Pony and Uncle Johnny had stayed the night before with their sons, Trace and Ryan. Only Sodapop Curtis. My younger brother Cameron bounded into my room shirtless, for whatever reason.

"Jesus, Cam! Put on a shirt!" He smirked at me and half-jogged to his room. I dragged my two suitcases down the hallway and beckoned to Cam. He then dragged them down the stairs of our split level home. Sometimes it's scary how much he and Dad were alike. No less than five minutes after Cam had reluctantly put on a shirt was I holding my dad's shoes in the car, insisting he drive barefoot.

When we arrived at Uncle Darry's I instantly walked in, knowing the door would be open, just to find another lot of shirtless boys.

"Hey! This looks like our house back in the day!" said Dad as he waltzed in, a huge smile on his face. The boys did their universal handshake while I stood there awkwardly in the corner.

"Beck!" I squealed as he lifted me up onto the ground, tossing me to Rob like a ragdoll. I was finally set on the couch next to Uncle Johnny. After giving me a side-armed hug and a kiss on the cheek he asked,

"When's Dal getting' here?" referring to good ol' Uncle Dally. It's a wonder he hadn't gotten himself killed before settlin' down with a family. His boys Sean and Levi were SO over protective. If I didn't know 'em they'd scare me to death. They came in followed by the younger pair of twin terrors.

"What are y'all doin' sittin' around, Mickey's on!" Oh, Uncle Two-bit. He always did have that sense of humor. Or was drunk. We make fun of his twin boys, Hudson and River, saying that they were named (and conceived) off of intoxicated impulse. We were all waiting on Uncle Steve and Jason. We finally knew they were coming when we heard the loud radio and screeching tires. With tousled, fuzzy, inviting looking hair, Jay walked in like he owned the place. Sliding his sunglasses down, he winked at me, my mouth a gape. Wow, he sure grew up from the last time I saw him.

What was I saying! He's practically my cousin!

"KEYS!" My head shot up at my brother's nickname for me, my name rearranged.

"We ready to hit the road?" I asked. Everyone gave me weird looks as we headed out. I grabbed my carry-on, noticing I was the only one who had one. This bus was pretty cool. I guess it wasn't too bad of a living space for the next three months.

"So!" boomed Uncle Darry, "Room assignments! We have three rooms, one for the Dad's, one for Cam, Trace, Ryan, Beckett and Rob, and one for the rest." Was I hearing things? Or rather, not, hearing things. Did I miss my name?

"Uh, Uncle D? What about me?"

"Skye, oh, um. You're with Sean, Levi, Hudson, River and Jase." I realized then how me and my dad were alike to. He screamed in protest while my face said it all.

"Darry! There is no way my little girl is sharing a room with these hormonal teens!" I was still standing there in shock.

"Come on, little buddy. She'll be fine! She's a greaser girl, ain't she?"

"I'll be fine Dad. Promise." He crossed his arms and scrunched up his face like a four year old but perked up once I told him I'd make someone sleep on the floor, having the bed to myself. Now that he was okay with the idea, it was time to start convincing myself.

"I'm gonna go unpack, I guess." I started heading to the back room.

"I'll help!" yelled Cam. I gave him a weird look before letting him come in.

"Alright, what's wrong?" I asked him.

"It's just, you. Living in the same room. With a bunch of guys. Who aren't even our cousins! How does that make sense? I don't know. Just, don't wear those really short shorts to bed. And, I'm gonna kill you for making me say this, don't ever, EVER," he was about to finish but Dad came in.

"Skye, I wanna talk to you. It's okay if Cam stays, he needs to hear this. Now, for the next three months, you will be sharing a room with five, disgusting, hormonal, jerky-"

"Dad, you don't have to worry. Cam already read me the riot act." I reassured him, giving my brother a playful punch in the arm.

"Did he tell you to never take off a bra?" He questioned, like it was the most common phrase in the world.

"I was about to." Cam mumbled.

"Oh my gosh! You guys!" I groaned sticking my face into my pillow. They left snickering, leaving me to my lonesome. I would've savored it more knowing that it would me my only time alone for the rest of the trip.

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