A/N: You're in luck! I posted two chapters in one day! That will probably never happen again in my whole life!

DISCLAIMER: Along with everyone else on , I do not own The Outsiders. It's disapointing, I know, but I got over it and stopped being a baby. :)


Chapter 2

The next morning I woke up with a raging headache, and got up groggily and headed for the bathroom. I took a few pills to help the pain and sleepily headed down the hall and into the kitchen, where I made myself a bowl of cereal. then I walked into the living room where Darry, Ponyboy, and soda were sitting on the couch, watching TV.

I plopped down in the armchair with my bowl of cereal and yawned a good morning to everyone.

"Didja have fun last night?" Ponyboy asked, not really interested in whether I had fun or not.

Last night. What did I do last night? I thought as I rubbed my eyes.

Then I remembered. We had gone to Buck's place. I'd gotten drunk. I made out with Sodapop. It was the first time we'd ever kissed. I'll admit that Sodapop and I have our chemistry, but we'd never actually done anything until last night. Plus, I was drunk and Soda wasn't. There must've been some background story to that.

"Oh yeah, had a blast." I told Ponyboy, glancing at Soda as he gave me a grin.

It was a Saturday, so Sodapop and I didn't have work. Darry went off to work and Pony went to hang-out with some friends he had made at school, which left Soda and I at home, alone.

Do you remember what I said to you last night?" Sodapop asked as we attempted to make some chocolate cake for later.

"Oh, you said something? All I can remember was…" I made some fake kissy noises and Soda cracked a smile.

"Guess not," he said softly, cracking some eggs.

"Why? What'd you say?" I asked curiously, turning to the fridge and pulling out some milk. I handed it to him slowly, getting very close to his face. "Anything embarrassing?" I raised an eyebrow.
"No," Soda said, sprinkling flour on my face. "Nothing important."

"You did not just do that." I said. Revengefully, I grabbed an egg and cracked it over his head. I laughed as the yolk slid down his face, but went quiet when Soda took the milk and poured it on my head.

"You're gunna get it now!" I said, grabbing the bowl of half-made cake mix and spilling it all over him. We both were laughing.

"Hey—look. I'm sorry. Let's hug it out," Soda said, trying to be serious. "C'mon."

"Fine, fine," I said, walking into his open arms. The second his arms wrapped around me I was brought to the ground, and we started rolling around in cake mix and various ingredients.

"You suck!" I laughed as Sodapop took some of the cake mix off his chest and rubbed it in my hair. For two 17 year olds, we were vicious.

I finally got it so that Sodapop was on the ground and I was on top of him, getting the advantage and messing his hair up even more.

We ended up both giving up and lying on the ground, soaking in milk and sugar.

Sodapop turned to me and laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked, smiling.

"We look ridiculous," He said softly, reaching a hand up to smudge a little flour on my nose.

"Really? I think we look cute." I said quietly, scrunching my nose.

Then suddenly we both leaned towards each other and kissed. We were both shocked that we did it, but it felt…right. When we pulled away we stared at each other's surprised expression.

"What just happened?" I whispered.

"I don't even know…" Sodapop mused. "But…I kind of liked it."

"Yeah…" I said, staring off into space. "You're not as bad as I thought you were."

"Excuse me?" he chuckled.

"Well you aren't the best kisser I've ever met in my—"

Sodapop cut me off and pulled me close. We got into a long make-out session that led me to thinking Sodapop and I might not be 'just friends' after all.

When we finished, so to speak, we got up and looked at the kitchen. It was a complete mess.

"Hello?" a voice called from the door. It was Tim Sheppard.

"In here," Sodapop called back, and Tim stepped into the kitchen slowly.

"Damn," He said, scoping the scene. "What'd you two do this time?"

Soda and I exchanged glances and I laughed.

"Hello?" Someone else called from the front door. "Anyone home?"

This time Sodapop and I exchanged fearful glances. Darry was home. When he'll see this mess we'd for sure get yelled at.

"In here!" Tim called, and I hit him in the stomach as if to say 'what'd you do that for?'

Tim simply gave me an innocent look as if he didn't know any better; then he cracked a grin and headed for the door.

"Oh, hello Tim. What're you doing here?" Darry said from the living room. Sodapop and I were frozen. There was no way we could clean up this mess before Darry took the few steps from the living room to the kitchen. There was a huge milk puddle on the ground, flour everywhere, the cake mix bowl lying upside down on the ground, and cake mix spilled all over the ground.

"Just wanted to drop by and say hello," Tim said, then he was out the door before he could be involved in whatever was going on between Soda and I.

"Well, okay then." Darry murmured to himself. "Soda? Rose?"

Soda and I exchanged glances once again. "…Yes?" I asked hesitantly.

Darry walked into the kitchen and froze. I expected him to be fuming, but he simply sighed and walked out of the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a mop and some rags and cleaning supplies.

"Now you two get this place cleaned up, no excuses." he said, and walked out of the room.

Later that night, Soda and I were at the drive in, waiting for Steve and Evie to finish their extremely public make-out session and go home.

"How long do you think they'll be goin' at it?" I asked Sodapop, grabbing a handful of popcorn from Soda's bucket and tossing them in my mouth, one by one.

"Could go on for days…maybe even months." Soda said, trying to concentrate on the movie.

"Oh god," I threw my head back and sighed. "Let's get out of here."

Sodapop and I got up from our seats and left Steve and Evie to their business, walking past the concessions and on our way home.

I bumped into someone, who instantly shoved me off and glared at me. "Well, look who it is." Sylvia said to Curly Sheppard. Curly nodded at me and didn't say anything.

Just one look at the girl and memories of Dally rushed back to me faster than a moving car. Dally and I had been real close, and I had taken his death the hardest. Sodapop knew it too, 'cause he grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards the exit. I didn't move. Sylvia was a bitch that always hated me, and I wanted to settle things out once and for all.

"Are you and Sodapop screwin' around now? Is that it?" Sylvia asked, placing her hands on her hips. She always hated me 'cause she thought that Dally cheated on her with me, but Dally had always been faithful…which was a shocker to all of us.

"No," I said, and then glanced at Curly. "How about you and good ole' Curly? You guys goin' steady? Goin' all the way?"

Sodapop tried to get me away again but I wouldn't leave now.

"Yeah, Curly and I are doin' fine," she sneered, placing a hand on Curly's shoulder.

"It'll be our two-year anniversary next week," Curly added, and Sylvia elbowed him in the stomach.

"Two years?" I said softly. Even Soda had paused. Dally only died less than a year ago. I looked up at Sylvia, who was raising her eyebrows at me.

"Yeah. You gotta problem?"

"You two-timin' bitch!" I yelled, lunging towards her. "Do you know how much Dally liked you? Even though you were such a slut?"

"Oh, sure!" Sylvia laughed cynically. Two members of Sheppard's gang were holding me back now. "As if Dal never cheated on me!"

"He didn't!" I yelled, and tried to get loose. I glared at Curly. How could he not have told anyone? Then I looked at Soda, who was trying to get Sheppard's gang to let go of me.

"Hey, Sodapop," Sylvia called, walking towards him slowly. Then, quietly, so that Curly couldn't hear, she said, "If you ever want anything, just gimme a call."

Soda didn't say anything as she winked at him.

"Let go of me!" I yelled, throwing my leg backward and hitting one of them in the crotch.

After the two had let me go and Sylvia and Curly walked away with the rest of their followers, I stared at my wrists. They were slightly bruised from the tight grip, but it didn't bother me.

"Don't listen to her, Soda." I said as I walked past him. "You know better."

"I know, I know," He said, following behind me and taking my hand in his.


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