OMG IM SO SORRY EVERYONE! IVE BEEN SO BUSY AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE THIS CHAPTER UP RIGHT AFTER THE LAST ONE SINCE ITS SO SHORT BUT MY CONPUTER CRASHED :0 ANY song ideas for this chapter?! I have none :/ OH! Forgot to reply to reviews!
so to all of you I'm so sorry that the last chapter was so short and poorly written. :/ and Jenna PLEASE MAKE AN ACCOUNT lol thanks so much everyone for the positive feedback and to SIlverSplinters for doing several drawings for this fic. :) Anyways! Steve would you like to say it this time?

Steve: *Nods* Hell ya! *opens mouth to speak*

Johnny: *appears from nowhere and throws a copy of gone with the wind at his head knocking him out cold*

Me: ok...Well Johnny do you want to say it? *Eyes the book nervously*

Johnny: *Smiles* she owns nothing but her OC's

Evealine POV (Short)

I tapped my fingers nervously over the counter glancing behind us. Golly I hated how these socs were eyeing us. There were three of them, and three of us. But, then again I doubt Pony could do much. One in particular with curry blonde hair and dark sunken eyes was watching me rather….hungrily.

Holly didn't seem to have noticed though as she paid for the snacks, taking the drinks and popcorn from a greasy looking teen. Popping a kernel into her mouth she turned to me. "Ready?' she asked smiling lightly. My head snapped back up to her. "Oh…ya um….Holly?" I asked. "ya..?" she asked looking at me oddly as she cocked an eyebrow.

"You didn't happen to notice those…socs? Did you?" I said glancing back at them. She followed my gaze. "Don't sweat it, we'll be fine. The boys are right there." She grinned. I looked at her nonchalantly before sighing. "K… lets go" we began to follow PonyBoy who had already started to walk off.

I weaved my way through the cars, tailing Pony as Holly followed me, shivering from the cold. We were about a few yards behind our seats when I heard a noise. Turning I stiffened as I noticed the socs behind us. "Holly!" I hissed quietly. She looked up at me confused. "what?" my eyes trailed behind her, as she followed my gaze.

"Shit" she mumbled, ducking her head down. "Pony." She said rather like I'd called her moments ago. "Socs!" she said shakily. His eyes widened as he looked behind us, a certain glint in his eyes that I couldn't quite place. They sauntered over to us, the blonde seeming to be the leader. He rested an arm on the car behind me forcing me up against it rather uncomfortably.

I didn't noticed what was happening with the others as I cringed away from his bitter, drunk breath. You think I'd be used to it by now, being friends with Two-Bits but it was still discussing. "So….what are you doing here? All alone?" he smirked leaning closer to me, as he played with a lock of my hair.

"I don't see how that any of your business." I snarled trying to push past him, as I noticed Holly in a similar situation. But where was Pony? "What?" he snapped dangerously. "come on…why don't you just come back with us…I can make you feel good." He purred leaning closer to my lips. I grimaced, snarling as I spit at him.

He blinked a few times, wiping the saliva from his face slowly. "Why you little whore." He growled slamming me up against the car door hard, causing me to wince in pain. "let me go!" I shrieked, becoming oblivious to everything else as he began to kiss up my neck.

Hastily I struggled, kneeling him in the groin as he gasped, his face paling as he snarled, striking me a crossed the face. I yelped in pain my cheek burning a fiery red. "You'll do what I say!" he snapped, grabbing a hold of my hair as he knocked my head against the car window. I cried out in pain, my vision blurring as I noticed Holly throwing a punch as she was pushed around as well.

"Help!" I shrieked knowing it was no use. The only greasers who would care were out of hearing range, and my ears were starting to ring. I kicked him hard in the stomach, making a break for it. I should of known it wouldn't work, as it only stunned him for a few moments, before he grabbed my legs, pulling them out from underneath me. My chin painfully crashed into the asphalt as I shrieked. My sight wavered, as I began to blackout, hearing Holly's and Ponyboy's cries. (Sorry that, that was not too detailed and dramatic…haha)

"Get off of her!" I heard an unfamiliar voice say roughly, the wait lifting from my body. My vision was coming in an out, but in a blur i noticed a women, as far as I could tell through my clouded mind.

Her hair was so blonde it almost looked bleached, and from what i could see it was in long dreadlocks down her back. They swung lightly over her shoulder as she realed back, slamming her fists into the soc's stomach, and then i blacked out.

Samantha's POV

"Hey kid you alright?" I considered slapping her cheek lightly to wake her up, but seeing as she was in bad enough condition I didn't think that'd be too wise. Instead I shook her ever so gently. "Come on kid!" I said roughly, wiping the blood from her cut cheek. Her sea blue eyes fluttered open gently, as I noticed her flinch in pain. I helped her sit up gently as she groaned in bitter protest.

My deep blue eyes flickered up as I heard several steps of footsteps bounding against the ground. About five greasers came to a stop in front of me, panting. "What happened?!" a rather handsome greaser asked, kneeling beside me. His eyes trailed over everyone for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily.

His hair was sandy and fell in his eyes just ever so lightly. He had that certain chiseled movie star look to him.

"Pony!" he cried much to my confusion. I looked over realizing that must be the name-or at least a nickname of the other kid. It was so dark out I hadn't noticed him before, as he was sprawled out, almost under a car. His lips was bleeding heavily, seeming into a pool of scarlet on the ground beside him. Although he was unconscious it wasn't hard to miss, even in the dim light, the agonizing contortion of his face.

His arm was bent over in an odd position as I realized it must be broken. I winced a bit at the realization, sympathetically watching as the older greaser, brought his head into his lap stroking his hair from his face. "Come on guys help me! W-We gotta get him back to Darry." He said whimpering, as I realized he was almost crying!

I felt bad that I hadn't helped him. I noticed three of the Socs but I had assumed they had all gone for the girl, seeing as I hadn't noticed him. I wasn't one to be too concerned for others, but seeing him broken and crumbled on the ground, made my chest heave painfully. He looked so innocent.

One of the greasers stumbled forward in a stagger, clearly drunk. His hair was a redish brown, with thick overgrown side burns. He doubled over as if he were going to throw up, but managed to hold it down. "Where's Holly?" he slurred, but it came out more of a wheseHowa? His eyes danced lazily, as he dry heaved over a car. Damn, he was stoned.

"I found her." A soft voice said, as I glanced over to notice a rather frail looking boy. Golly, there was another one? His dark hair hung loosely, yet somehow organized in front of his eyes, which I noticed where big and doey.

His brown eyes held a certain coolness, yet scattered fright to them. His dark skin appearing pail in the moonlight, and I couldn't help but notice the fine scar that ran over his jaw, and I forced myself to look away.

I didn't seem like something I should feel bad about staring at, but I did, and I honestly didn't know why. Everyone had scars right?

A tall well built greaser with dark hair, and piercing eyes rushed over to me, crouching down next to the drifting girl I had helped up. He seemed cooler than the others, tougher even. I could tell by the dark look in his eyes that he was the type who started fights for the hell of it.

He looked rough, and tattered, yet somehow clean and sharp. "Leo? Are you ok? Shit what happened?!" he shook her with a growl, and I had half a mind to tell him to leave her the hell alone.

I kept my cool though wondering how I could help. Seeing as one of the boys was unconscious, and older one assisting him, not to mention the others who were either helping Blondie or drunk out of their minds that only left one. His hair was combed, yet not greased, back into intricate swirls framing his face. His shirt hung loosely from his arms unbuttoned oddly enough.

I wonder how he could stand the cold. He leaned over picking up her unconscious body as he gingerly held her. He didn't seem too comfortable with it though, and I assumed he was just one of those guys who wanted to help out, despite their opinion on the person. He didn't look the type though.

He seemed like the pretty boy of the group. Obviously, the movie star greaser was the most attractive of the bunch, in my opinion. Swirly on the other hand over here looked like he really care about his appearance.

My head snapped back over to the pair beside me. He had seemed to finally stopped his questioning, probably realizing it wasn't doing any good as he stroked her hair from her pale skin. 'It's ok Evie, let's go." He said softly, or as softly as it appeared he could.

I was really confused now. First they were calling her Leo now Evie? I kind of wondered why he was talking to her when she was clearly unconscious. Maybe, they were dating or something.

I spoke up finally, rising to my feet. "Do you guys need help? I mean getting them back and everything?" I questioned them, brushing one of my blonde dreads from my face. "No I think you've done enough." The brunette snapped, causing me to raise an eyebrow. "Ya saved their lives….and I have a car." I added the last part seeing as he was opening his mouth to argue.

"Ya come on Dally we need to get back fast." The attractive one said, panting still as he was now carrying the smaller child. So now I knew one of their names at least. It seemed the only ones who weren't cradling someone was the red head with the liquor, and the small greaser who looked like an abused puppy. At least he seemed like he'd help if he could.

"How we gonna get them over the fence?" One of them panicked. "Fence? Why don't we go through the front way?" I snorted eyeing him. "Because genius, we have three greasers bleeding out in a movie theatre we never paid to get into." He snapped, like it was common knowledge that I was just missing. I glared at him, locking my jaw.

It took a bit of effort, but we eventually were able to get them under the fence, mostly consisting of the greasers that were holding them sliding under on their back as the pulled them gently after. They seemed to be losing a lot of blood, Pony especially as we rushed from the theatre.

"Hold her." The brunette growled, shoving the bleeding blonde into my arms as he ran back to the theatre, and under the fence. What was that idiot doing? I snorted to myself. I waited for a moment, all of our eyes trailing after his silhouette in the darkness. His intentions became clear, as I heard several shouts, and the struggling noises of a fight.

I rolled my eyes instantly. The socs were already battered up pretty badly, I saw to that. But, there wasn't much more he could do. I heard a chuckle from one of the boys, as we started walking again. I held the girl out in front of me a bit. It's not that I didn't want to help, trust me I did, but I always had a thing with blood.

I never minded rumbles, and sometimes I even enjoyed them. I could do broken bones, but blood just got to me. Hers was currently seeping into my only clean shirt, out of the few I had, turning it a dark scarlet. I tried not to pay attention though, as we approached my car.

It wasn't really my car, though I'd never tell them that. I had hot wired it when I stopped a couple towns back, tired of walking. Where are my parents you may ask? Well, aside from the fact that I was already a legal adult, my parents are dead. Well, not really I don't know. I have been an orphan for as long as I can remember, and had just recently left the homeless shelter. I was in Texas than, I think. Now I'm somewhere in Oklahoma I believe. It's just easier for me to believe my parents died, rather than didn't give a shit about me and dropped me off at the orphanage.

I opened the back door, of the van. Or at least I think it was a van. For once, I wasn't embarrassed by the kind of car it was, or even the condition, seeing as I had to fit seven other people in here. The handsome greaser climbed into the front seat, resting the bleeding out Pony onto his lap, as he attempted to put pressure on the wound.

Then, came the drunk, who promptly passed out on the car floor as soon as he stepped in. Golly, I hoped he didn't throw up in my car. I wrinkled my nose at the thought. As the rest climbed into the car, the puppy looking greaser kneeled in the aisle between the seats. "Is he gonna be alright, SodaPop?" he said so quietly it was almost a whisper, to the handsome boy.

All these kids looked so young to me. Maybe, it was because they all looked so...well fresh, compared to me. Well, not really that Dally guy. You know they all seemed to have pretty...different names to me, so far. Dally? SodaPop? Or even Pony?

"I don't know Johnny." he replied and I could tell he was on the verge of tears. Johnny seemed to have the most normal name here, I noted as I rested a hand gently, on SodaPop's arm.

"Hey...kid he'll be fine." I said awkward looking at him. Seeing the look on his face I added. "I promise." He nodded slowly, telling me how to get to his home, before we set out at top speed.

By the time we arrived at the house it was late. I think it was around eleven. The house was small, yet almost cozy looking from the outside as I pulled up beside the house. Soda didn't miss a heartbeat, as he threw open the door rushing inside with Pony.

The other quickly exited the car, squeezing in through the ajar door, aside from the drunkard who was still crashed on the ground. The lights flickered on inside as I heard one of the boys shout Darry! I exited the car, grabbing Evie, I think her name was as I came inside.

The house was cluttered, yet sort of homey and warm. I didn't have time to take it all in though, as a man rushed into the room. He couldn't of been a year or two older than me, and I fleetingly wonder where his parents were, seeing as he didn't seem old enough.

He was a good foot taller than me, and had dark hair, a bit shorter than Soda's. He was well built I noticed, unable to keep my eyes from his bulging muscles, seeing how he was shirtless. His eyes looked cold though. Cold, hard, and distant.

By the ruffled look of his hair, and just his appearance in general, I assumed he'd been sleeping. His eyes softened ever so lightly as he noticed Pony. "What happened?" he asked low and roughly in a voice that was deeper than anything I'd ever heard before. Soda's lip shook lightly as he looked up. "Socs."

Once again so sorry for the long time between updates. :( but did you like it? Sorry if I didn't get Sammy right BrownEyedRascal. There will be more of her in the next chapter.