I'm back! I know I usually take forever to update, so on this story I'm going to write one chapter in advance every time, hopefully keeping it moving along. I'm not entirely sure how this chapter will turn out. I know I said I had a plan, but it's still a little vague at the moment. Oh, and I realize that I made a couple of mistakes last chapter, Reagan is actually the same age as Pony. And to clarify, Pony and her are 14, Darry is 20, Soda, Steve, and Dally are 17, and Johnny are 16. Two-Bit is 18. Sorry about that. There may have been something that ends up being controversial, so just let me know. Thanks so much. Happy reading.

By 11:00am I was frantic. Darry had made my lie dow on the couch saying that if I ever wanted to heal I was to stay there all day. He'd even gone so far as hiring Two-Bit to babysit me. I was never any good at sitting still, a trait both me and Soda shared, so lying here was torture. Two-Bit, of course thought it was hilarious, sitting there in Darry's chair watching Mickey Mouse and eating cake and beer. Every time I made to get up he snapped to sit back down, and imitating Darry said that I would never heal. Then he would fall into uproarious laughter. I rolled my eyes and glared at Mickey dancing around on the screen. Man, if only looks could kill. Then I would be free to leave this place. I mean, I appreciated Darry for caring, but I hated being still. Hated it.

"I'm going to the DX." I announced. I couldn't take it any longer. I just have to move. I swear, I was about to start screaming. Two-Bit lurched from his seat somewhat unsteadily.

"Oh no you don't!" He said in a sing-song voice. I rolled my eyes. Again.

"I'll start screaming. Loudly. How will that help your hangover?" I asked, smiling sweetly. Two-Bit put his hands over his ears.

"Oh, you are a very mean little girl." He moaned. I grinned, nodding enthusiastically.

"Oh, believe me, I know. You can come if you still want to babysit though." Two-Bit nodded.

"Sure, I'll come."

"Okay."

It was sort of a long walk to the gas station, Soda went in the car with Steve, and Darry went in his car. I knew that Two-Bit had a car, but he was too cheap to buy gas. His mom hadn't been home in a few days so he hadn't gotten a chance to mooch off of her. I didn't really care though, it was nice to get a walk. I hadn't been on the couch for very long, but it felt like forever to me. I know Two-Bit would readily have stayed there all day, but I wasn't lazy like him.

"You think Soda'll be happy if he sees you out of bed?" Two-Bit asked as we walked along.

"You think I care?" He probably wouldn't be thrilled, but I doubt he'd be surprised.

"Why do I even bother?" He wondered. "I mean, seriously, at the rate you're going you're going to be killed before next month anyway. I should get as far away from Superman as fast as I can."

"Wait a minute! What do you mean at the rate I'm going?" He shrugged.

"You get kicked by a horse, get ordered to stay in bed, ignore that..." He let his voice trail off, trying to sound smarter. I almost laughed.

"You know how I'm gonna get killed Two-Bit? I'm gonna get killed from hanging out with greasers like you." He only laughed. It wasn't the best insult, I admit to that. But it was the best I had. Greasers don't mind being called greaser when another greaser says that.

"You better watch it kid." He warned. "Or I'm gonna get your tough hood of a brother to give you a time-out." I laughed, just picturing this. It was weird though. The gang rarely talked about me and Dal. Like the two of us, they usually preferred to pretend that we weren't related. That we had just randomly showed up form the same place at the same time. Back in New York. Dally had somewhat looked after me, leaving me in a safe place, bringing me food while he went and did whatever he did. He didn't know what really went on though. He didn't know that his gang that he hung out with there found me and tried to jump me. He didn't know that I had used to knife he'd left with me to cut up one, and scare the others away. They were embarrassed enough that they were beaten by a girl to tell Dally. I wandered what his reaction would be if he found out that it was me.

... Reagan? Reagan!" I looked up.

"What?" I asked. I was kinda out of it. I wondered how long I had been caught in my flashback.

"We're at the DX idiot. I've been trying to talk to you for like five minutes. I was starting to get a little worried."

"Aw, Two-Bit, you do care!" I said in a sickeningly sweet voice. He rolled his eyes.

"You're lucky you're hurt." He warned.

"Sure, sure." I walked into the little store, and a bell on the door chimed gently. Soda didn't look up from whatever you were doing.

"Be with you in a minute." He promised, in what I called, his 'manners voice'.

"Thanks so much." I said in a falsetto voice. Two-Bit Grabbed his mouth, trying so hard to hold in a laugh that his face was turning red.

"How can I help you sweetheart?" Soda asked. That was all it took to turn Two-Bit and me into hysterical fits of laughter. I was laughing so hard that I was rolling on the floor trying in vain to breath. Soda looked up, and jumped.

"You should... see... your face..." I said in between gales of laughter.

"Oh very funny." Soda rolled his eyes and pretended to be unamused.

"It... is..." However, I had always been told that my laugh was contagious, and soon he too was holding his sides. A few high school girls walked in then, and looked down at us.

" Excuse me, but is someone working here?" One of them whined. Soda took a deep breath.

"What can I do for you?"

"My car broke down about a mile away. We had to walk all the way here." She moaned. She was a greaser. this much was for sure. All three of them were in fact. All of them were wearing tank tops that showed more than they didn't, and they were wearing short skirts as well.

"And..." Soda asked. I looked at him in surprise. Usually he would never be this short with a costumer.

"Well, I need you to take gas to it!" She said, expertly flipping her hair. Soda looked at me and winked.

"Well, I can't right now, but I know someone who'd love to help you out. Hold on just a sec. Actually, Reagan, would you get him?" I grinned, barely containing a laugh. Two-Bit was looking back from Soda to me, to Soda, obviously confused.

I went to the back, where the cars were worked on and saw him.

"STEVE!" I yelled, over the clamor of the tools and the loud music.

"WHAT?" He called back.

"COME HERE!" I screamed. I think I saw him sigh, then he picked his way through the never ending tools and parts until he came to me.

"What?" He asked again. Trying my hardest not to smile, I answered.

"Soda's got a job for you." He shrugged.

"Whatever." I snickered, as I heard him talking to Soda. Soda had been smart making Steve accept the job in front of those girls.

"Fine." I heard him mumble. I came back in and laughed.

"Nice one Soda." He smiled.

"Yeah, I know. Besides, it's quitin' time. I didn't want to be stuck with them. Weren't you told to be in bed?" I stopped smiling.

"Soda," I whined. "You know I can't do that!" He grinned.

"Oh, I know. I'm amazed you lasted that long."

"Yeah. I should really get a raise." Two-Bit came over.

"Maybe." Soda said. I nodded enthusiastically.

"You can get twice your normal rate!" Two-Bit grinned.

"Great!" I laughed, waiting for Two-Bit to catch on. Soda was grinning widely, and he stuck his thumb up.

"Two-Bit?"

"Yeah?"

"What's zero times two?"

"Uh, zero... Wait! I wanna real raise!" I grabbed my side, bursting into another fit of laughter. Soda took one look at Two-Bit's face and fell to the ground. Two-Bit flipped my off and walked away.

"I'm gonna get drunk, see yawl." He poked his head back in a moment later. "I quit babysitting." I didn't answer. I hadn't been able to stop laughing yet. Finally me and Soda calmed down.

"Well, what are supposed to do now?" I asked Soda. He shrugged.

"Well, like I said, I'm off. Wanna just go back to the house?"

"If you have something to do you can do it..."

"Nah. C'mon." I followed him out the door, almost running to keep up with his long legs. Of course he noticed this, and slowed.

"Sorry Shorty. I'd take Steve's car, but I don't wanna wait for him."

"I don't mind. And I'm not that short!"

"Whatever."

"I'm three years younger than you!" I protested.

"Three feet shorter too." How he managed to keep a straight face was beyond me. I jumped at him, trying to pull him down. Of course, I was wildly off balance, and with my stomach hurting, I wasn't in best fighting form. Besides. It's hard to jump someone who's a lot bigger that you. Anyway, he just grabbed he and began carrying me. I looked up at his face and mentally shrugged. It was a lot less work like this. I shut me eyes and snuggled into his chest.

Next thing I know, I was hurled into iciness. I shrieked loudly and sat up, coughing.

"What the hell!" I screeched, looking around and seeing where I was- right in the lake, whick was aboslutely freezing. And there Soda was laughing his ass off.

"You asshole!" I grabbed his arm, and while he was incapacitated by laughter dragged him into the water too. He tried to get up, but I kicked his leg out form underneath him and shoved his back. He plummeted forward. When he came back up I was sitting cross-legged in the shallow water smiling triumphantly.

"You little-" He began I splashed water in his face and he broke off spluttering. Someone was blocking out my sunshine, and I looked up, and saw the silhouettes of four guys standing there. I squinted. I knew these guys well.

"Fancy meeting you here." I said.

"What the hell are you doing?" Steve asked.

"Bathing." I answered. "Have a nice walk?" He lunged at me, but tripped over Pony and fell face in. I stared at Pony in shock.

"Did you do that on-" Someone grabbed my neck and pulled me under. I kicked and thrashed, eventually hitting something solid. They released their hold on me and I popped back up. The sight that was before me was so comical, that tears were running down my face. Each of them rock hard greasers was engaged in water battle. I looked around for Soda where he was fighting with Steve. Motioning to Steve to keep quiet, I stalked up behind him and pounced. Soda's cry of alarm was cut short by the water flowing over his face. I had to let him go when someone picked me up and carried me away. I tried to turn to see who it was, but the hold on me was to strong.

"Ok, I have here a little greasy blond girl." People may take turns splashing, or dunking her!" I Turned finally, and there was my brother holding my arms smirking at me.

"You s-" I was cut off when I was thrust under water.

"Watch your mouth." He growled. I rolled my eyes. Again I was thrown under water.

"Quit it!" Dally grinned.

"Any takers?" Soda raised his hand.

"I need her. We have a little something to settle." Dally literally threw me to him, and Soda caught me. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Soda..." I whimpered. He brought me close.

"Aw, honey..." I relaxed, before I saw a malicious smile sweep across his face. I screamed as I was shoved under the water again. I grabbed Soda's leg, and tried to bring him down too, but it's hard to get enough force under water. I was pulled back up and Soda waggled a finger at me.

"Now, that was not ladylike at all." He chided.

"Giver her here." Dally commanded. Soda handed me over and Dally grabbed me.

"Lemme go!" I yelled. "Now!" Dallas rolled his eyes.

"Whatever kid. As soon as you can get yourself out, you can leave." I groaned.

"Guys? Help?" I looked up. I already knew that Soda and Steve wouldn't help, but I hoped Johnny and Pony would. They looked at each other before coming forward. Together they managed to pry Dally's arms off of me. He stomped away. I got out of the water, shivering. The sun had gone down, and the air was turning crisp.

"Thanks guys," I bumped into someone and looked up. "Sorry." I stepped back several feet when I realized it was a Soc girl.

"That hood didn't hurt you none did he?" She asked. I remember her hair. It was red.

"Nah. He's me brother." I turned and walked away without looking back. It was always sort of awkward telling people that my brother was the famous Dallas Winston. He just didn't seem the type to have a little sister.

Soda noticed my shivering and handed me his jacket, which had survived the water fight. I pulled it around my shoulders. When we came to the crossroads between our houses, we looked at Johnny expectantly. He sometimes stayed at our house, or at the lot when it was warm, but that would be a bad idea if he was wet.

"I think I'm heading home. My parents are gone for the weekend."

"Alright. See ya." Soda called. Pony and I waved. Soda put an arm around each of us.

"Let's got home." I agreed with that full heartedly. The last thing I needed was a cold.

So, I know this chapter was a little shorter than the first one, but it seemed like a good stopping point. Please, tell me what you think. And just to let you know, while I have been trying, I have been told a lot that I am OOC. And I also know I make a lot of typos. I'm trying, and I'm sorry, but for now that's the way it is.

~Cozy