Okay, so this isn't really connected to my first chapter, but I've decided to make it into a series of just short dumb stories, like the first one, but just writing whatever pops into my head. Thanks for all the reviews! If you don't like reading really stupid stuff with The Outsiders characters and setting, this isn't a story for you, but give it a chance, I mean, most people who bothered to read the first one liked it right? Anyway, tell me what you think! Please!

Pony nearly swooned at the thought of his lovely date waiting outside in a new Corvette. He felt so unsure- of what to say, how to say it- but he reckoned every guy must feel this way on his first date. Well, Soda probably didn't feel this awkward on his first date but Greek gods don't count as 'guys' in this scenario. Trembling with exhilaration, and probably the first signs of shock, Pony stepped off the front porch and out to the car. His date was picking up him, not the most traditional thing, but Pony was pretty sure she wouldn't want to go in his old beat up pick up truck.

The girl inside smiled weakly, her brown hair shaking ever so slightly.

"Hey Ponyboy." Man, that had to be the sexiest voice he'd ever heard. He stood there, replaying it over and over in his mind for a minute before he realized with a jolt that he was A., supposed to get in the car, and B., supposed to answer back.

"Hey. Ready to go?" He asked, knowing full well the answer was yes before the words left the girl's slender lips. "Alright then." Even though he wanted to drive, he got into the passenger side. A moment later, he felt something hot and wet fall on his bare arm. Quite startled, he looked up to see the prettiest girl in the world crying.

"Oh Pony, I'm so sorry, I just miss him so much!" She sobbed, the tears flowing rapidly now. Pony was jealous that she cared more about the other man than him, but he did his best to keep that to his car.

"Where'd you get the car?" He asked.

"Borrowed it." She answered, in a monotone.

"Mmmm"

"He was the sweetest boy…"

"Mhm"

"Drinking was the only bad thing he ever did." Pony was pretty mad at that point. This was their date, she was not going out with him, she was going out with him.

"Look!" He said irritatedly, "I know you loved Bob, but please, he's dead now, just get over it! You're going out with me now!" Of course, this only caused a fresh torrent of tears.

"I'm sorry! I just felt like I knew him so well…" She drew a shuddering breath and quit crying. "I'm done." She smiled a watery smile. "It's just us now. Don't worry." Pony beamed.

"I love you." In response, she pulled over and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The seat conveniently gave way just then, throwing Pony into the back seats with his girl right on top of him. It was kind of sweet for a moment, but she didn't move, and Pony began to panic. The girl was quite a lot bigger than him, and weighed a lot more. In short, Pony was getting crushed.

"Get up!" He tried yelling, but it sounded a lot more like "tough up!" Of course, Pony wasn't aware of the rather insulting insensitive thing he'd just said, and was only aware that he was released. Then with growing terror, he saw her dilated pupils and rapid breathing.

"Uh oh."

"How dare you!" She screamed. "My boyfriend's dead and you're telling me to tough up!" Pony inched backwards.

"No- I never-" She reached out and slapped him right between him eyes.

Pony looked at himself, going cross-eyed as he did so.

"Am I bleeding?" He asked, clearly every bit as stupid as he looked just then. The girl raked her torn up nails across his face.

"Yes." She spat in that messed up face. "I can't believe you! How could Marcia think you're so nice! You are the most, cruel, insensitive, stupid, most ugly boy I've ever laid eyes on!" And with that, she heaved him out of the car, and leaving Pony lying on the side of the street numbly, she drove off. A few moments late (as usual), for the first time that night he screamed her name…

"Angela! Angela Shepard!" He screamed, with all his might. He woke up with a jolt and found himself lying on the ground where the rumble had taken place. Hovering over him was Angela Shepard herself.

"What do you want?" She snapped.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" He screamed, and fainted with fear. There's only so much you can take after all.

So, yeah, wasn't anywhere near as good as I thought it would be. Sorry to let you down. If any of you had high expectations anyway. Not saying you did. Yeah, so, please review, and I'll so my best to make the next one be better! Thanks for reading it and sorry if you didn't like it! I guess I just wasn't in a funny mood 'cause it's really lame.