A/N: Whoo-hoo! I got a story Alert too! Ok, sorry. I hope that chapter wasn't too confusing. And sorry about the Two-Bit/Dally thing. They are just both irresistible.

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[Soda's POV

That was not something that I had wanted to see. Ever. Again. I was staring at him and he was staring back at me. But why, why, did it have to Dally with Two-Bit?

"Dammit Dallas. You fucker." He glared at me with malice in his eyes.

"Why would you care, huh?" I faltered; should I tell him?

"What game was he talking 'bout?"

"Don't change the subject. Why do you care," and with a second pause he added, "I don't know about any game. Life's a game to Two-Bit."

"Hmph." He was now lounging against the wall with a bored, lazy look on his face. His eyes kept flitting back to where Two-Bit was last standing, but then he'd stand and regard me with his an intensity that unnerved me.

"Stop it,"

"Can't help it." Inwardly I rolled my eyes. Trust Dally to be weird as hell at a time like this.

"Well, it's making me anxious."

"Don't use words you don't know the meanin' of Soda. It's your movie star good looks." And with that he started to laugh. I smiled though. Hey, maybe it was true; maybe that was the reason.

"Isn't that a bit superficial? And what about Sylvia?"

"Man, she's old news. No it ain't," he pushed himself off that dammed wall. "It's not superficial at all. It's called attraction," He walked himself over to me, "And good looking people just give off...stronger attraction." He was just a pace away from me now.

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about do you?"

"Not really, no." He said with a smirk and took a step closer towards me. I licked my lips, imagining his on mine, and because mine were really dry. I think he could tell that the closing distance between us was making me nervous. Like, really nervous.

"Actually, yes I do. Kinda. Hell, Soda, you're making me shiver all down my spine. Why you licking your lips like you want ta'eat me? I bet you do. I bet I look fucking delicious right now." Hell yes he did, but I wasn't about to tell him that. I needed water, my throat was so dry.

"I'm making you shiver?" Now it was me who took the step forward, closing the gap even further. He was a head taller than me though, and I had to tilt my head up, but asides from that, I was just as far away from him as Two-Bit was from Dally; minus the whole lip touching.

"Yes, cause of your attractionness."

"That's not a word"

"Shut up. You're ruining the mood." There was a mood?

"What mood?" I put on a mock puzzled face on, looking around as if searching for something. He sighed.

"Soda you kid," he said exasperatedly, whacking me on the side of my head, "This mood!" he energetically said, while waving his arms around him, "You don't feel it?" He sounded kinda downcast.

"Uh, sure Dal." He looked at me and shook his head.

"Well, I'm off." He said dejectedly, waving his hand behind him like he was swatting away a mosquito with a half dead arm.

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[Two-Bits POV

I think that may have been a mistake. And I swear I didn't know that Soda was standing right there. Not that Dally seemed to notice, or better yet, care too much.

But that's Dally for ya, ain't it. I needed a cigarette really badly out of the blue, and of course I didn't have any on me, and of course I didn't have any money. So of course I decided to steal some. Nothing new.

I walked into the General store right next to Buck's. The guy was pretty old, I'd say about 60-ish or something at least, so I though it would be an easy catch. I walked into the aisle where he sold the cigs and I 'accidentally' knocked a whole row down. Silly me. Anyways, I picked all of them up, except for one, which I pocketed. But, of course I didn't pocket the last one, or the first one. I pocketed one randomly from the middle. After I put them back I started to walk out, and right at the door, right as I open it and taste freedom, he calls after me. Of course.

"Hey, kid, you gonna pay for that?" I decided to play it stupid.

"Pay for what? I didn't take nothing." Bad grammar works well with them too. But not this guy.

"Hey...don't I know you? You're that lady's son...what's her name...Mrs. Mathews...yes, that's right. You must be Keith!" Crap. Shit. Crap shit.

"Uhm. No!" And I ran out real fast. I turned to look behind me kinda quick, and I saw him rushing towards the phone, dialing the number, which is the last thing I saw, because quick as you know it, I hit the damn stop sign and was out cold.

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[Dally's POV

I walked to nowhere, not like I had anywhere to go anyways. I kicked the ground, more like a scuff or shuffling along. Damn Soda. Damn his naïve ways. He wasn't inexperienced, that's not what I meant at all; he had Sandy, I'm pretty sure he has some tricks up his sleeve.

Damn though. He knows how to ruin a perfectly wonderful mood. 'What mood,' he said. Hah. Little dumb ass. How does he not feel anything? I kicked the ground hard, sending pain flashing up my leg.

"Shit." I cursed; the last thing I needed now was a dead leg in Soc territory. But I didn't think anyone would be here today. There was some fancy Soc gathering with lots of expensive booze really, it would be kinda fun to crash it though. I would if I had some way into getting there, like a car, but whatever.

This whole thing got me thinking, you know? It's hard. I thought I liked someone, and now I don't, but I do at the same time, and I got kissed by another... I was thoroughly confused now. I'm supposed to be the tuff one; the one that's kinda above others. But now I'm low. Way low.

" 'Oh, I don't care! I don't care what they say!' " Cried a voice in the lot. What the hell? Why was Pony saying that? Was it about me? I started to freak out and ran over there. Immediately after the line was spoken Pony, and I think Johnny burst into a fit of laughter.

"This is a real great book Pony," Johnny? Praising a book? But he hates books. What was happening to the world? Ponyboy laughed.

"I know. But I've read it already and it's pretty sad."

"I know Pone. I was there, don't you remember?" Oh, that. I remembered it all to well myself. That rundown church, the bleached hair, the fire, Bob. Oh yes, I remembered. Especially how Johnny almost died. I almost died too. If it wasn't for that letter, I wouldn't have been here thinking about the letter.

"Oh yeah. Sorry I forgot." Pony said quietly.

"Its ok." Pony would forget a lot of things sometimes. And random things. It was just how he was after he got a concussion during the fire. It was odd, one time he even forgot Soda's name for five minutes. But it all comes back to him if you remind him. Kinda sad, really.

"So, what'cha reading guys?" I said, enjoying that I startled them.

"Uhm, Gone with the Wind." Johnny lifted up a real big book up to show me. I whistled. It was huge! I'd never even be able to get to chapter 2.

"Phew, that's mighty big. S'it good?"

"Real good."

"What's it about?"

"A girl called Scarlett, who's real pretty and flirtatious, and during the Civil war-" I cut Pony off with a wave of my hand.

"Yeah, yeah. Sounds pretty dumb to me."

"It's not!" He said, his voice rising in frustration, "It's a classic!"

"Cool it kid, I'll know about it when the movie comes out."

"How'd you know-"

"I don't. But if its so great, then I bet you there'd be one real soon. Gotta go. Hey, you uh, seen Two-Bit or Soda around? I need to talk to them." There was a little smirk on Pony's face that I wanted to smack clean off.

"Not today. Soda left a little after lunch, and Two-Bit..." he trailed off, "He hasn't been over all day." Ha, I knew why.

"Ok. See you guys around."

I decided to walk back to Buck's, maybe get a drink or two, or maybe three...well, I wouldn't get totally shit-faced, just a little tipsy maybe. I had a high tolerance. On my way a siren went on, and instantly I was on guard. But after they sped off around the corner I could breathe easily again. Man I hated the police. When I turned the corner of Buck's though, it was a totally feeling I felt towards them. I loved them.

I ran towards a fallen Two-Bit, and I tried hard to stifle my laughter as they pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and shook their heads. The convenience store owner was standing there accounting all that happened. Apparently, the minute Two-Bit started to run he turned back to see if any one was following, and then hit his head on the stop sign. Smooth Two-Bit, smooth. It was going to leave a nasty bruise.

"Hey hood, back off."

"I'm his friend." I growled back at the stupid jerk who called himself a police officer. I hated them again.

"Really. Well, you have to leave anyways." Way to be a snotty jerk.

"Fuck you," I muttered under my breath as I walked away.

"Excuse me?" His face was turning a nice shade like a turnip. Or maybe the inside of a watermelon after its been out for a few days.

"Nothing. I was just wondering where he'd be going."

"Nowhere, I think," You think? What kind of 'good citizen' was this. He called over another policeman, "Frankie, where's this hoodlum going?" my eyes flared after he said that. We weren't hoodlums. Greasers yes, hoodlums no. They would never get it right.

"To the hospital. They need to make sure he's ok. I mean, the way he hit it apparently and the red mark that's showing up should indicate pain enough." He wasn't so bad.

"Ok then chaps. I'm off," They exchanged disapproving glances with each other and way down the road I flipped them off.

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A/N: Ok, I'm not too sure about if Gone with The Wind was the book they read, or if Pony got a concussion. I don't remember, and I have to read the book again. And yes, I made them live because I didn't like that they died. ) Review please!