Rhonda got home from school around two thirty and her mother was outside in the backyard, having a glass of lemonade while she tanned by the pool.

"Hello Ronnie!" She called, moving her sunglasses off her face to wave at her only daughter. Rhonda smiled and walked over to her mother, sitting on the end of her chair, "How was school sweetheart?"

"It was alright, I just have to study my biology notes for my test, and read some more poems that Mrs. Henderson assigned to us." Her mother nodded and put her glasses back on her face, sipping at her lemonade.

Sometimes being the only girl in the family bothered Rhonda, since she was always compared to her mother. Her mother had dirty blond hair, a slim physic, and the perfect attitude. Mrs. Johnson was the perfect house wife, always had dinner on the table for her husband at six o'clock sharp, and she always looked perfect for him. Rhonda's mother, Carol, was a pure bred soc. Her father was a wealthy brain surgeon, and her mother was also a house wife. Rhonda's father was from the lower class side of town, and he was a mechanic, thus causing her mother to move of the neighborhood she grew up in to settle in a lower class part of town. However, her father had been pinching pennies and working overtime to afford to get her mother a pool in the backyard.

Rhonda, however, looked nothing like her mother. She had straight dark brown hair that she preferred to wear clipped back so it wasn't in her face, had green eyes like her father, and her father's sturdy physic. Rhonda kept active in her swimming pool and did some activities at the Y, but she wasn't an all-round athlete. She had an appetite on her that could put other girls to shame and her mother always bothered her about it.

"Could you do me a favor sweetheart? Could you take my corvette and get me some gas?" She asked and Rhonda nodded, going into the house to get changed out of her school clothes and into something more comfortable since the temperature outside was excruciatingly hot for September.

She decided to change into a summer dress that she hadn't worn since her first date with David, with a pair of flats with ribbon on the toes, and she grabbed her mother's keys before she drove to the DX gas station.

Lately at the gas station there was two young boys that volunteered to pump gas and help out the other mechanic's fix the cars. When Rhonda pulled up to the gas station she saw Darrel sitting on the tailgate of a truck, with a boy that looked similar to him, a boy with swirly black hair, and a girl with long brown hair. She smiled and waved, letting a boy pump gas for her, biting her lip nervously while she watched Darrel look at her before waving back. She took her purse from the corvette, thanking the attendant for the gas, walking into the station to pay. She recognized one of David's friends at the cash and he shook his head, winking, "It's alright. David's already got you covered. He's in the back." Rhonda nodded and smiled, walking into the shop to see her boyfriend leaning against a work bench while there was two of his gang members working on it.

"What's wrong with it?" She asked, moving into his arms.

"They redid the breaks. Gotta bleed them, then you and me can have a little alone time," He said, pulling her close and kissing her rather passionately. She rested a hand on his cheek and let him kiss her, before she heard a loud and obnoxious gagging sound and she pulled away laughing, laughing.

"Well I haveta go... I think my mom is waiting for me." She said, kissing him again quickly and she began walking out of the shop before she turned around and smiled,

"Thanks for the gas." He winked at her and she went out to the car, starting it, and she went to the end of the driveway and waited for a chance to make her turn, looking to see Darrel watching her.

She drove home and started on her homework while her mom made dinner, each of her brothers arriving one by one close to every half hour. Her twin, Daniel, stayed late at school to help other artists paint a mural on the staircase walls. He smiled at her, paint on his hands and numerous splatters covering his white shirt. Despite being different genders, Daniel and Rhonda looked identical, same face shape and identical facial features. He had his hair longer than his brothers, yet he didn't grease it like most of his friends.

"How was your day?" He asked, and she shrugged,

"Alright. Nothing special happened. How was painting?" Daniel's girlfriend Jacqueline (and one of Rhonda's friends) was also helping out the paint, she would do most of the detailing of the painting when it was done. Daniel shrugged, checking over his shoulder to make sure their mother wasn't listening,

"It ended a little early today..." He said and Rhonda grinned, instantly understanding what his brother was implying. Although Daniel tried his best to keep him clean of hickey's, Rhonda knew he left many on Jacqueline. Their parents tended to get a little over protective and annoying when they saw hickey's which resulted in Rhonda having t cover hers up with makeup, and Daniel do the best he can to hide it with sweaters.

"Alright, Daniel go and get changed for dinner. Rhonda honey, can you set the table?" Her mother asked, her hair pulled back into a braid and an apron on over top of her dress. Rhonda nodded, packing up her homework and moving it over to the counter by the back door. Rhonda put out six plates, along with utensils and cups, getting out her parent's bottle of wine and orange juice for her siblings.

The front door opened and her dad walked in, grease practically covering him from head to toe. Mrs. Johnson scurried off to help him take off his coat and kiss him hello, before leading him into the kitchen.

"Hey daddy," Rhonda smiled, hugging her dad tight. She sat at the table across from her brothers as her mother placed the food on the table and everyone dug in. Later that night (since it was a Friday) Daniel and Rhonda went to a party that someone from school was having.

"Hey guys!" David said, nodding at Rhonda and Daniel, wrapping his arm around Rhonda's waist.

"Hey David," Rhonda said, leaning up to kiss him. A few minutes later David went off to go and get them both a beer and Rhonda slipped into the bathroom to look over her makeup. When she got into the bathroom however, she noticed a pre-teen boy in the bathtub, fully clothed and reading a novel.

"Hi," She said, bending down so she was kneeling next to him, "What's your name?" She asked and the boy blushed,

"Ponyboy Curtis, miss." He said and Rhonda smiled,

"Well what are you doing in the bathtub, Ponyboy?"

"My brother Darry is having a party and these people went into my room and told me to get out!" He said angrily and Rhonda could only imagine what was going on in the little kid's room. Then she realized his last name was Curtis, the same as Darrel's.

"Where are your parents? Who's your brother?" She asked and he looked up at her suspiciously,

"They went to Oklahoma City for their anniversary and my brother's name is Darrel Shaynne Curtis!" He said and Rhonda sighed,

"Well... I'll go and talk to your brother okay? I'll see if he can kick the people out of your room." Rhonda said, standing up, "Did you want me to lock the door on my way out?" Ponyboy nodded and Rhonda walked out, locking the door behind her.

She grinned when she saw Jacqueline beside her brother,

"Hey Jackie!" She said and Jacqueline grinned, moving to hug Rhonda,

"How are you?" Rhonda and Jackie talked for a few minutes before Rhonda saw Darrel walk by. She excused herself and followed him into the kitchen,

"Hey Darrel, your little brother Ponyboy is hiding in the tub... He said some people kicked him out of his bedroom and locked the door behind them." Darrel sighed and nodded,

"Okay thanks Rhonda." Darrel went grabbed the master key out of his parents' bedroom and unlocked Pony's door, banging it against the wall loudly so the couple that was having relations in his baby brother's bed would stop. But what he saw next made him furious.

David was on top of another girl.