Chapter 1: Socs want a fight

Pony's Point of view

We walked from the drive-in and stopped to talk in the park. All we were doing was talking when all of a sudden a blue mustang drove up with about five to six guys in the car. The mustang stopped and all the Socs that were in the car jumped out. They looked drunk by the way they acted and walked.

"Hey, Greasers, what are you dirt's doin' in the park? Playin' games? Ha ha!" Bob said taking a sip of his beer. He was trying to make us mad; I could tell. Johnny looked as white as ever. "Hey, where are the Greaser girls of yours?" Bob paused so we could answer. No one said a word. "David, remember that broad with brown hair like the trouble maker, Dallas?" I knew at that moment they were talking about Amber, Dallas' sister. "She's a real dumb ass." At that point Dallas blew.

"Shut up!" Dally demanded as he stepped forward towards the Soc. Bob smiled.

"What's the matter Grease?"

"You wanna fight?" Dally asked in his big New York voice.

"Yeah, I wanna fight. Tonight, at the football field at seven and bring those stupid girls of yours. We'll play your way. No weapons, just fist. Deal?" He asked showing his hand in front of Dally. Dally took it and shook it. "Good, this will be fun." Bob said as he got into the blue mustang. All of the others did the same, and then they drove off. Darry looked at Dally with his cold cruel eyes.

"Nice goin' hot rod." Darry said. "I'm not putting Casey through this."

"Dare, it's our way. No chains, switchblades, or any weapon. She'll be okay. Besides she's a tough girl and it's not her you need to worry about. It's Molly." Soda reassured Darry. Molly was Two-bit's twelve year old sister. She rarely smiles, which is weird considering she's Two-bit's little sister.

"Soda's right. She's the youngest out of us." Steve said. "Are we gunna let her fight?" Darry shook his head.

"We'll not if she doesn't want to. And if she is goin' to…Two-bit…" Darry started.

"I know; she's my sister. I know what to do." Two-bit said taking a sip of his Coke. Darry nodded.

"Those damn Socs know how ta pick a fight, huh, Dall?" Johnny said.

"Was that the same bastard that got you?" Dally asked. Johnny nodded.

"Well, one of 'm any way." Johnny replied.

"Bob?" he asked.

"Yeah, Bob." Johnny muttered looking at the floor. Dallas put his hand on Johnny's shoulder.

"Don't worry, kid. We'll take care of 'm, won't we guys?" Everyone smiled, including me and nodded. "Johnny, are you and Pony doin' the old routine?" Johnny looked at me and shrugged as I looked at him and then at Dallas.

"I guess so, why?" I asked putting my hands in my pocket.

"Well….nothin'. Let's go." He said. Everyone nodded and started to walk to our house. By the time we got there I could smell Casey's cooking. She was like mom, real pretty, real dark brown hair that goes a little bit farther than her shoulders (like Cherry's), sweet, always there when you need her, she was the cook in the house when Darry wasn't awake, she'd volunteer for anything, the most athletic girl in the gang, and what every Greaser likes about her…she knows how to fight. Man, that girl knows how to hit boys. She's never afraid to show anyone what she's made of. I don't know what anyone would do without her. She's sixteen like Soda, but he's about a month or so older. I could tell what she was cooking to. Roast turkey, mashed potatoes, and….well, that was all I could really smell, but I know for sure what we're having for dessert. Yep, that's right chocolate cake. Casey's chocolate cake was the best in the neighborhood, well, I think she's a little better than mom. Darry and Soda think that if she went into a cake contest she'd win number one right away. We walked in the door and all the girls were scattered. Rachelle and Molly watched TV, Amber was walking out of the kitchen; Casey and Sarah were in the kitchen (I know Casey was and you could always tell when Sarah was.)

"Hey, boys!! How's the movie?!" Casey yelled from the kitchen.

"Good, but on the way home Dally decided to pick a fight with the Socs." Soda said walking into the kitchen. "Smells good, Case." I walked in with a smile.

"Thanks, Soda." She said smiling. Soda loved to see her smile and so did I. Her smile was golden, like Soda's. She has a real adorable smile to. "Anyway, since Dallas picked a fight are we havin' a rumble?"

"Yeah, we are." Soda said opening a Pepsi. "Hey, Pone, you want one?" He asked showing me a bottle.

"Yeah, I guess so." He threw me one.

"Great." Sarah said sarcastically. Sarah Cade, Johnny's eighteen year old sister; she has black hair that goes to her shoulders and actually lands on her shoulders, her bangs are on the side like Johnny's, Johnny's big, bulging, black eyes, everyone loves her sweet, shy voice; kind, awesome to have around in a rumble, Casey's number one best friend. And when she smiled she reminded everyone of Johnny. "We need another rumble. How'd it start?"

"Well, Bob made fun of Amber of being a 'dumb ass'. Dally got mad and yelled at him to shut up. Bob scheduled it to tonight at seven, at the football field…." Soda began.

"As always." Casey said.

"Heh, uh…where was I? Oh yeah, you guys gotta fight." Soda finished.

"They're making Molly to?" Sarah asked.

"No, that's for her to decide."

"They play our way, no weapons." I added. Sarah and Casey sighed in relief.

"Tell everyone dinners almost ready." Sarah said going back to the oven. Soda took a sip of his Pepsi before moving.

Dinner was awesome. Sarah and Casey did a wonderful job. Man, Steve ate like a pig. Rachelle Randle, is Steve's fifteen year old sister; she's as crazy and wild as Steve, she looks so much like Steve, hair color, eyes, accent, smile, everything. She's athletic like Casey, but doesn't do a lot, but flips like Steve. We all prepared for the rumble. Molly said she wanted to see what she could do, so Two-bit's gunna keep an eye on her. Johnny was nervous, more nervous than I expected him to be. Amber tied her shoes.

Amber Winston, Dallas' seventeen year old sister; you could so tell she's Dally's little sis. She's a troublemaker; a real troublemaker like Dally, her hair is dark brown like Dally's and she always keeps her hair up, when she takes it down she looks prettier, but she looks tuff and tough with it up, she's been in the cooler (jail) over thirty times, she's got Dally's weird, yet funny humor, we love to have her in rumbles; she loves to show off her skills and really she has skills. And when Bob said that she was a 'dumb ass' he doesn't know her. She's smart just stupid when it comes to rumbles. She lets her body take over, not her brain. You have to admit she is pretty. Molly was fiddling with her fingers, everyone could tell she was nervous; what could you say, it's her first one.

Molly Matthews, Two-bit's twelve year old sister; Molly has this shy since of humor, well, she tells jokes, but not a lot and when she does tell them they're freaking hilarious, I'm serious, by the time she's done everyone's on the ground laughing they're guts out; they don't stop laughing until twenty minutes later; she has brown hair that she keeps up like Amber, but her bangs are clipped on top of her hair and a little piece of her bangs is falling down a little bit like Two-bit, really shy, rarely smiles, goes to Marsh Middle School, she's really smart, All A's. Smart twelve year old, huh? Two-bit put on his tennis shoes so his boots won't get dirty. Dallas sat on the couch lighting a cigarette.

"WHO'S READY TO...KICK...SOME...SOC...ASS!!?" Steve yelled running out the door.

"YEAH!!!" Soda screamed.

"YAHOO!!!!" Dallas yelled doing a back flip off the porch. Casey grabbed on the fence and swung herself around to the other side. Amber did a cartwheel that ended in a summersault. Steve did a back flip off his car. Soda flipped off the side of Steve's car. Two-bit did a flip himself on the top of the fence and then just did a flip. Johnny was holding his beer for him. Darry gave me a piggyback ride for about three seconds and then let me down. Molly didn't really do anything, probably because she was nervous. Rachelle did a cartwheel and ended with a flip. Sarah ran and did a flip and landed about four feet away from where she jumped. Everyone but Molly was excited. I walked over to her.

"You okay, Molly?" I asked walking by her side.

"What was it like to be in a rumble for the first time?" She asked me.

"Well, I was nervous and scared at the same time, but Soda made me think it was fun. And well, it is; you just gotta get in there and fight." I explained. She looked up at me. "Don't worry; we'll be there to help you." She smiled….smiled. I made her smile!! I couldn't help but smile either.

"Thanks Pony. I feel a lot better." She said still smiling. I think everyone over heard or at least saw her smile, because everyone cheered and I don't mean when it's a rumble cheer; I mean cheer.

"Wow, you got her to smile." Darry said patting me on the back. His pat was hard; I trampled over my feet when he did that. Molly giggled. I looked at everyone walking; they all looked at me with a smile. I smiled as well.

"Good job, Pony." Two-bit said. Soda started to chant.

"I am a Greaser. I am a DJ and a hood. I blacken the name for our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man, do I have fun!" Steve and Dally tagged along.

"Greaser…Greaser…Greaser…" Steve, Rachelle, Casey, and Dall singsonged.

"O victim of environment, underprivileged, rotten, no-count hood!!" Casey and Sarah sang along.

"Juvenile delinquent, you're no good!!" Amber and Sarah chanted.

"Get thee hence, white trash," Two-bit said in a snobbish voice like a Soc. "I'm a Soc. I am a privileged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blast, drive fancy cars, and break windows at fancy parties."

"And what do you do for fun?" I asked in a serious, awed voice.

"I jump Greasers!" Two-bit screamed, doing another cartwheel. "YAHOO!!!"

"Let's smash those Socs!!" Amber yelled doing one other summersault.