Author's Note: 1. I made DX into a repairs shop as well as a gas station because I can't remember if it was only a gas station or what, but just in case. 2. I know carbolarters do not exist, I needed something that Sodapop and Steve couldn't figure out, which would give Jenny and Sodapop an excuse to meet. I honestley tried to do some research on the 1967 Camaro to try to keep it as realistic as possible, but all I got was just the history on it (which the history on it is realistic in this story at least). So just use your imagination, I mean hey it is fiction :].

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders even though I wish I did because that would be badass.

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Jenny's POV

I walked into my boss's office and handed him the stuff. I walked over a grabbed a washcloth from Sal and started washing a car. I wasn't even dancing or singing; I just kept staring back over at those cute guys.

"What do you keep on staring at?" Sal asked me.

"Huh? Oh nothing." I lied. Sal turned his head, "Uh-huh sure." He said with a smirk on his face, he obviously knew I was staring at them. I rolled my eyes at him and went back to washing the car.

After a while I heard a clank on the ground and someone yelling. I looked up and I saw the boys in front of a 1967 Camaro that had the hood up. They looked really frustrated with the car.

"Hey I'm going over to the DX real quick so cover me, incase the boss comes looking for me for another Pepsi." Sal laughed "Okay."

I walked up to the guys, "I saw from across the street that you were frustrated with this car, and I wanted to come over and see if I could help you out."

"Ha, that's nice of you, but if we can't figure out what the hell is wrong with it, I'm sure you won't be able to."

Well, that wasn't so nice. "Can I just…"

"Sure be my guest" The same guy said, as he held his arm out to let me go up to the car.

I looked over to the owner of the car that was standing close by it. "So what's the problem?"

"Well someone said my engine wasn't sounding right, even though it sounds perfectly normal." I nodded. "Can you let me hear it?"

"Of course." He got into his car and revved up his engine and then shut off his car.

"Yeah it's not sounding right; I think I know the problem." I went up to the engine and took a look at it. I saw the problem and took out a part from the engine.

"This is called a carbolater (read author's note at top), it's what makes the engine sound better and smoother." I turned and looked at the guys, "You don't sell carbolaters here do you?" They shook their heads. "I didn't think so, I don't know of any places that sell them, so you'll have to buy them from a Chevrolet company." I put the part back into the engine and closed the hood.

The man took out his wallet, "Let's give this young lady a tip."

"Oh no, I don't work here." But he didn't listen; he gave me the money and drove off.

I walked up to guy that didn't smart mouth at me and gave him the money. "Here you go."

"No you deserve it." He said as he was trying to hand the money to me. I really tried not to smile a big goofy smile because I was totally into him, he was very cute.

"Nah, it's cool." I started to turn around. "Wait, so how did you know what was wrong with the car?" I turned back around.

"Oh, my dad had a Camaro for a little while and he didn't really like it so he gave it to me for an early birthday present." He smiled. Man was his smile to die for.

"I guess that would explain it." I smiled and turned back around towards the car wash.

"Thanks!" I just waved my hand back at them and kept going.

"Man I feel like an idiot." I heard one of them say and I laughed to myself.

Sodapop's POV

"Man I feel like an idiot." Steve said.

I laughed. "Hey at least the car is gone. Man she sure is cute."

"Mmhmm."

We sat on a bench drinking Pepsi's and watching the car wash across the street. We saw a orange Camaro with a black stripe going across the top of the car. It was the girl that came over here earlier. She pulled out of the car wash and man did that engine sound good.

"So I guess that's what it's supposed to sound like." I said.