DISCLAIMER- I do not own any of S E Hinton's plots or characters. Everything else is mine. NOTES- There is no Sandy in this!!! Hahahahaha I really hate her. She caused Soda so much heartache he didn't and will never deserve.

Chap 1- Pony POV

It was three days after that little run-in with the Socs and Steve still insisted on following me home or wherever I went after school...so there we were, rejoicing the fact that it was Friday and the door opened and we heard Soda laughing from the other side of the couch, which wasn't unusual. But then there was different laughter. A girly laughter. Steve raised his eyebrows and we both went in casually, glancing at each other as a muffled thump reached our ears, followed by more laughter.

"Well hey Soda," Steve greeted him as we came around the side of the couch, and Soda grinned up at him from where he was on the floor. "Hey Steve...Ponyboy... This is Samantha."

The girl, Samantha, shook her head with a smile. "Just Sammy," She corrected him.

"We were just..." Soda trailed off.

"I was teaching him to do a regular handstand," Sammy finished for him. "He can't do one on the floor."

Steve nodded and said something back to which the three of them laughed and I was sort of forgotten. Which was okay because I was still sort of in shock. I mean...there was a girl. A gorgeous girl. In our house. With Soda. Her being with Soda was fine because I'm used to that but not them being in our house. That was just plain weird. Soda called to me asking about what I was doing and I hollered something vague back like "Homework thing for English about an essay thing."

I wandered into me and Soda's room and sighed. It was dirty, Soda's clothes and mine littered the floor in front of our closet and bed and my desk was almost like a tornado scene. I dropped my ancient bookbag in the floor and flopped onto my bed, my arm resting over my eyes. I reviewed what just happened. I had walked into the house. Soda and Sammy were on the floor and Sammy had been teaching him to do a regular handstand.

What really got me was how good-looking she was. Brown wavy hair, greased but not greasy grease so I guess it was hair spray or something, but sort of bouncy so it was pretty. And those super blue eyes. And a good body, but I didn't dwell on that since it made me feel sort of bad.

She and Soda looked good together, close like that. Laughter cut through my thoughts again and I grinned. Her laugh was as infectious as Soda's grin.

The door slammed. "Two-Bit." I thought right before I heard him. "Hey..." He bellowed in his drawn out way. "Who's this?" He asked and I could tell he knew her. "Hey Two-Bit," I heard her say and I could picture her smiling. Then a short knock and I scrambled down the hallway to the door. It was Johnny, like I'd thought.

"Hey Johnny Cade," I greeted him with a grin and he allowed him self a small one. His brow furrowed as her laughter filtered over to us. "Who's that?" He asked softly. "Sammy," I replied with a confidence I didn't have. "Come meet her," Johnny followed behind me and I said, "Sammy, this is Johnny Cade."

Johnny's eyes flicked down to her and held hers, and then Sammy erupted in a little scream and they were hugging, Sammy crying and Johnny saying something. Everybody looked as bewildered as I felt except Soda, who was grinning like an idiot.

Two-Bit, of course, pointed it out. "What's that grin for?" He asked loudly even though he was next to him. "Meet Samantha Cade everybody," Soda said loudly and Sammy looked at us with a smile and wet cheeks. Johnny was okay but I could tell he was sort of...well, on-edge. Johnny was maybe an inch taller than Sammy and she just smiled, Johnny smiling too.

I wondered how I hadn't noticed the similarities before, and I concluded it was because she had the brightest blue eyes ever unlike Johnny who had those dark brown ones. Nobody knew what to say so Two-Bit said, "Dinner, anybody?" And wandered into the kitchen.

Sodapop started explaining and everybody sat down. Soda, Sammy, and then Johnny were on the couch, me next to Johnny's feet and Two-Bit and Steve sitting on the arm of the chair. Sammy would explain something, and then Johnny would fill in the blanks. By then end of the story everybody was comfortable and laughing and Two-Bit came back in, two chocolate cakes in his hands.

"Foods up!" He said and set the cakes in the middle of the floor in front of the TV, his favorite place. I got myself and Johnny a piece and Soda knelt and grabbed Sammy a piece, himself a piece, and then almost feel into his cake when Darry came in and smacked him on the back in a very brotherly way.

"Hey Sammy. How long you staying?" Darry asked as he disappeared into his room Sammy started to reply but stood up, following him and taking her cake with her. Two-Bit watched her leave their presence with an appreciative smile. "I like her," He said with a smile. "She took her cake with her." Soda tossed a pillow at him and Steve caught it, tossing it back. Soda stopped and looked outside, the echoes of shouts and breaking glass leaking in through the open window.

We all immediately looked at Johnny who shrugged and said, "I'll sleep in the lot." Steve started to nod but me and Soda protested at the same time. "No, you always do, stay here tonight." And Soda chimed in at the same time, "But what about Sammy?"

Johnny shook his head, "I can't stay here...Sammy is." I shook my head too. "Which is why you're staying," I explained patiently. He shook his head again but his eyes showed relief.

Just then Darry and Sammy came in, and they looked...normal. (Not that I hadn't expected them too.) Sammy sat next to Soda again and Johnny sighed softly, yawning a little. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night...it had been a long and loud night at his house and he had stayed at the lot. So I knew he was tired, but Steve and Two-Bit and Sammy were just getting started. I leaned my head against the couch and closed my eyes with full intentions to listen to the conversation.

A/N- How was that? Icky? Redone? Constructiveness, please!