I couldn't contain myself! I just need to get down this idea soon- before I blow up! Now, the POV is gonna go from Ponyboy, to Bob, to Third person, alright? Not in that order or anything, but for when I see it fit. Now, on with this!

Ponyboy stared up at Bob Sheldon, faintly noting that he was the very one who had hurt Johnny. His brain was yelling at him to leave, but also telling him to stay.

He blinked when he realized something.

He had threatened himself mentally, saying; "Ponyboy Michael Curtis, you stay put or else you ain't gonna see the light of day ever again."

What the hell?

Either way, the redhead peered at Bob, studying his expression. He didn't look that angry or drunk...

But he had heard him say those words... And remembering the reaction he had gotten from the gang when he had mumbled those same words, he did not expect the next events to go well for him.

Years later, when he looked back upon these events with horror, he was glad he was wrong.

"So you don't dig that Mary either?" Bob asked, still sounding a bit annoyed but also curious.

"Uh..." This was the first conversation he was having the pleasure of continuing with a sober Bob. "Y-Yeah." If it wasn't for the events that had happened only twenty or so minutes ago, he would have held his speech better. He would NOT have stuttered!

"What's with the bruise?" Bob asked, even though it was a little uncomfortable. He was the reason the kid had a lot of bruises most of them time... Why were they getting along now?

"Uh..."

"Does it have to do anything with Mary?"

"...Yeah..." And with a sigh, Pony sat down on the edge of the fountain dejectedly. He began twiddling with his hands, and after a minute or two of awkward silence, explained himself properly.

"Mary had finally left our house after telling her story, so she could go to work, and I was getting sick of how everyone was practically bowing down at her feet. Even Dally- the Dallas Winston- was acting that way! He was like a love struck teenage girl, and the others were no different." Bob imagined Dallas as a love struck teenage girl as best as he could.

He was going to have nightmares.

After grimacing and shuddering, Bob listened as Pony started up again. "But I have respect for them, so I didn't say anything. After awhile of hearing them coo all over her- which was sickening and out of character!- I muttered 'Stupid Mary Sue Parfait' under my breath. To make this long story shorter, they blew up and I just ran from the house. Dally was the one that dealt the blow though."

Bob frowned, but thought that sounded like typical Greaser behavior. Until he wondered what would happen if he said the same thing around his friends...

"Somethin's not right about her..." Ponyboy mumbled moodily, no longer sad, frustrated, and anger. Just frustrated now. "I mean, she made all of them so out of character. That's not healthy."

"Agreed." Bob said, remembering how even his most stoic and perverted friends had changed their personalities so quickly.

"Ya know, this is the first actual conversation we've ever had." The tone he had told Bob that he was feeling awkward, which annoyed the Soc. Even if he felt the same.

"Wanna make it our last?"

"No, not really. I want to deal with Mary first." Ponyboy just shrugged, sitting up and looking up. "Boy it's getting late." He looked over to Bob, who looked at him.

"Hey-"

"Ponyboy!" The two were startled as Sodapop appeared practically out of thin air and hugged his baby brother, as if he had been missing for a week and nearly died from a fire or something.

"W-What? Soda?!" Pony was confused, and was quickly set down on his feet. Bob watched the scene with amusement as he was neglected completely.

"I'm sorry I ever yelled at you baby brother, I really am. You just haven't gotten to know Mary yet." Bob could see the grimace on the younger greaser's face. Apparently, he didn't want to know Mary any more.

Dallas Winston and Darry soon appeared as well. Dally looked ashamed as he avoided eye contact with the youngest member.

Ponyboy thought he was going to choke.

"Sorry for hitting you man, my temper just slip, you know?"

"...sure..." The way Pony said it sounded as though he wanted someone to whack him with a frying pan that was completely on fire.

"Come on, Mary yelled at us enough and said she'd like to get to know you more." Darry grinned, putting one hand on Pony's shoulder as Soda did the same for the other shoulder. They quickly lead him away, and Bob realized they hadn't even glanced at him.

The youngest Greaser was absolutely terrified though. Why? What do you mean 'Why?'?! Did you not just read how Dally, the toughest and most violent of them all, was acting?!

Dally would never have felt ashamed, and might have said a quick subtle apology. In fact, no one but him would know that it was an apology.

Darry would have waited until Pony came home before he apologized, so that both of them had enough time to cool off.

What was Mary doing to them?!

Pony glanced back at the Soc, and their eyes locked. No longer was it a clash of Greaser green-grey eyes against Soc hazel eyes, but instead an understanding.

An alliance.

Oh dear heavens, this is going to be the absolute end of me. What can I say? This is so amusing though. I love Mary-Sue's, and I cannot wait until I get deeper into the story.

This is going to be a very odd story, to say the least, but yeah. This is mostly for my amusement if anything, but like I said, if you enjoy it, that's wonderful.

The Quaag, was that a good enough Dally appearance for you? (I said out of character many times, because another irritant of mine is OOCness. I'm glad because sober Bob is known at all, and Pony is being slightly effected by Ms. Parfait)

And that's the end of this.