OK this story is not mine. This story belongs to a very talented friend of mine. She goes by twobitsgreaserbabi I hope you all enjoy I know I did =) remember to review.





One day I was hanging out with the guys. Darry and Soda just got off of work and we were hanging out at the Curtis house. The music was up real loud, as always. Johnny and Dallas were smoking and talking, Soda, Steve, and Two-Bit were playing cards, and me and Darry were watching T.V. Everything was okay...or so I thought. I got this gut feeling somebody was in trouble. My gut feelings are usually pretty dead on. I scanned the room to see who was missing. Then it hit me all of a sudden. Ponyboy! I felt my eyes widen and then Darry nudged my shoulder. I looked up at him. "You okay, Rocky?" he asked. "Darry, I have a feeling Ponyboy's in trouble." That was enough for Darry. All of the guys trusted me when it came to this sort of thing. He jumped up and turned off the T.V. "C'mon, guys. We gotta find Pony." With that said, we all ran out the door. In a matter of minutes we reached the spot where Ponyboy was getting worked over by a couple of Socs. The guys ran the Socs away while I ran to Pony. I knelt down beside him and put his head in my lap. "Ponyboy? Ponyboy, are you okay?" I asked. He moaned in response. When the guys came back, I hauled Ponyboy to his feet. I kept my hands on his shoulders til he was able to stand on his own. Between Darry asking if he was okay and yelling at him for walking alone, I could've sworn he was crying. But I kept my trap shut. We sat down. The guys were smoking and talking. I joined the conversation a few minutes later. "I wish I could've pounded on those Socs!"

"You know," Two-Bit started,"you ain't like any other greaser chick we know."

I tried to cock an eyebrow like Two-Bit. Tried being the keyword. "How so?"

"Well, for starters, your clothes."

"What about 'em?"

"They're not revealing. You wear jeans and tee-shirts. And your never overdoing the make-up thing. Very rarely do you swear, you never drink, and you never smoke."

"You're a better fighter than any of the other girls we know," added Steve.

"You actually have class for a greasy girl," put in Sodapop.

"Thanks you guys," I said.

"Hey, I'm going to the Nightly Double tomorrow night. Anybody wanna come?" Dally offered as he lit up a cigarette. Pony said he and Johnny would go. Two-Bit, maybe. Darry, Soda, and Steve were all busy. "How about you, Rockelle? Wanna come?"

"Okay." I always liked Dallas Winston. I loved Dallas Winston if you wanna know the truth. But I loved the whole gang. And the gang loved me....in a little sister way. Johnny was the gang's little brother.

One of the many things Johnny and I had in common was our hero worship for Dallas Winston. We'd say 'yes' to anything Dally offered us. We'd do anything he wanted.

I looked at my watch and realized I had to get home. "I hate to do this but I gotta go. But stop by my house later, okay, boys?" They nodded. "Bye." When I walked in the house I yelled, "Mom, I'm home!" I always did when I got home; just to see if she'd even if acknowlege my presence.

"I'm in the kitchen!" she yelled back. "Any plans for the weekend?" she asked when I strolled into the kitchen.

Wow, an intrest in my plans. Thats a first, I thought to myself. As I rummaged through the fridge I said, "Uh, me, Pony, and Johnny are going to the Nightly Double with Dally tomorrow night. Two-Bit might show up."

"Okay."

I heard the front door open. "Hey!" someone said. It was Two-Bit's voice. I closed the fridge and ran to the living room.

"Hey, Two-Bit!" I was so happy to see him. "What's up? How's Pony?"

"He's fine. Dallas whipped Shepard a few minutes ago."

"Any blood shed?" I asked eagerly.

"Naw. A black eye and some bruises for Shepard though."

"How'd Dally come out?"

"Alive."

"Two-Bit, seriously."

"I am."

I smiled. "C'mon. Tell me!"

"Not a mark on him. Shepard was probably had a hang over."

I laughed. "C'mon, lets go to my room." I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hall to my room. I shut the door behind us and put on our favorite Elvis album. Two-Bit is my best friend. When I first moved into the neighborhood, I was walking around by myself. Three big guys circled me. Sure I can handle two, but three? No way. I yelled for help and lucky for me someone heard. My knight in shining armor flicked out his switchblade and scared the guys away.

"Thanks," I said, relived.

"No problem." He studied me for a moment. "You're new around here, ain't ya?"

"Yeah. I'm Rockelle." I extended my hand.

"Two-Bit," he said as he shook my hand. Since that day we've always been tight. "Don't step on my blue suede shoes," we sang together. The song ended and I went to my closet as 'Hound Dog' started to play.

"Two-Bit, what should I wear to the movies tomorrow?"

He got off the floor and went to my closet. He pulled out blue jeans, a pink tee that says 'Doesn't Play Well With Others' in white letters, and then he took off his jeans jacket and tossed it all on my bed. "Wear that."

"Okay. Thanks. Hey, are you coming to the movies tomorrow with all of us?"

He shrugged. "I might."

"Please?" I begged.

"I'll show up sometime during the night."

"Fair enough. Lets go find everybody."

"Okay." We walked out of my room and down the hall.

"Mom, me and Two-Bit are going to the lot!" I yelled.

No answer. There's my normal mother. She must have been watching one too many talk shows when she actually spoke to me today, I thought.

"Oh, well." I shrugged. "Lets go."

When we got outside Two-Bit asked, "Wanna piggy back ride?"

"Okay." I hopped on Two-Bit's back and he ran to the lot. When we got there we saw Johnny and Dallas kicking around a football.

"Dally, catch her!" Two-Bit yelled.

"Two-Bit, dont drop me!" As soon as I said that, Two-Bit let me go. But lucky for me, Dallas grabbed me around the waist before I hit the ground. He swung me around. "Omigosh!" I yelled. Then me and Dally fell to the ground. I was cracking up. The guys too. We goofed off and played football (me and Dally versus Two-Bit and Johnny; Two-Bit and Johnny won) until it got dark. Then Two-Bit and Dally left. Me and Johnny stayed at the lot.

We were laying on our backs. Star gazing and talking. "What do you think the gang is up to right now?" Johnny asked.

"No good," I answered. We laughed. "But seriously, this is what I think is happening right about now: Two-Bit is just about drunk or swiping something, Dallas has found a fight, Steve and his dad are having their own fight, Darry is reading the paper, Ponyboy is reading a book, and Sodapop is sleeping."

"You know us too well," Johnny whispered.

"Yeah..." It was quiet for a moment. "Shoulda grabbed Two-Bits jacket before we left my house," I said as I sat up.

Johnny sat up to and wrapped his jacket around my shoulders. "There ya go."

"Thanks, Johnnycakes. Hey, whattya say we go to Pony's house?"

"Okay." We got up and I grabbed his hand. We walked to the Curtis house in silence. When we got there, I opened the door quietly since everybody was already sleeping. Who wouldnt be? It was 1:45 AM. Me and Johnny were tired. Johnny sat on the couch and I sat next to him. I put my head on his shoulder and drifted off to sleep. chapter 1! hope u like it. feel free to make suggestions. thanx SodasGurl!