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Hey everybody, I'm sorry for the humongous wait, but school just started and it's hard to find time to write. I was just re-reading past chapters and realized that I made a few mistakes: In chapter 1 I said "Evie knew I had intention to make a move on Steve" when I meant to say "no intention to make…" and also in chapter 2 I said, "there's about a fifteen he's gonna remember this tomorrow" and I meant to say "there's about a fifteen percent chance he's gonna…" Sorry about all the mistakes.

Also important, this chapter is right after Pony and Johnny run away, a few days after the party

Ok thanks to all my reviewers: Rugrats101, stardust104, Nashumai, lil'missvixen, and especially Demonically Angelic – you make my day every time I read your reviews, stories, and PMs. This chapter is dedicated to Demonically Angelic 'cause she's so awesome.

Discaimer: I don't own a damn thing. Portions for Foxes is by Rilo Kiley

Ok – On with the story!

Portions for Foxes

Shelly's POV

To be completely honest, I was actually nervous and excited when Sodapop called me this morning at one a.m.. I had been keeping what I saw at the party a secret from everyone, even Johnny. Unfortunately I wasn't drunk enough to completely forget and through the pounding headache I had the next morning, images of Sandy making out with that guy raced through my mind. I hadn't seen Soda much but every time I was around him I was afraid I'd accidentally let it slip. So when he called me, I wasn't surprised; I was becoming more and more paranoid as the days went by. What if he heard it from someone else and then somehow found out that I was there and didn't tell and he got mad at me and hated me forever! Yes, that paranoid.

When he called I was sleeping and no one else was home. Mom was still at work and Two-Bit was out playing snooker somewhere, or at least that's what he said earlier. The ringing woke me up and I sat up in bed waiting for whoever was calling to hang up, but when it did, less than a minute later they called back. Aggravated I picked up the phone.

"What!" I yelled angrily.

"Um, Shelly? It's Soda," he said in a worried voice, unlike his always happy-go-lucky attitude. Oh God! He Knows! He knows and he hates me!

"Sorry, what's up?" I tried to sound casual.

"Have you seen Pony lately? He went out with Two-Bit and Johnny hours ago and still isn't back yet," Oh…

"No sorry, I'm sure he'll be back soon though," I said trying to comfort him. Soda was protective of Pony and he was especially worried about him after he got jumped yesterday.

"Okay, thanks. Could you call back if see him though?"

"Sure," I said and hung up feeling relieved. Of course that feeling didn't last too long, when I got up the next morning and picked up the newspaper.

I had no idea that Pony'd get mixed up in a murder rap, but I knew Johnny had it in him, after what those bastards did to him. Johnny'd never hesitate to use his switch again after getting beat up like that.

So here I was now, driving around with Soda, looking for Pony and Johnny, even though I knew they probably skipped town. You'd have to be crazy to stay in one place after knifing some kid. Darry was at work, but he was probably really preoccupied thinking about Pony. Something happened last night that he and Soda aren't telling me. I knew by the way Darry looked; like everything was his fault. I shrugged it off, it was none of my business anyway.

We were in Two-Bit's old junker; he wouldn't need it, he was talking with the fuzz about when he last saw Pony and Johnny last night. I had gotten Steve to take a look at the car before leaving for work this morning, where Soda should be. At least now it wasn't a total death machine. Soda just had to step on the brake one hundred feet away from the stop signs in order to stop on time, but we were going slowly anyhow, so I figured it was okay. Soda was stopping everywhere even asking people from Shepard's gang and the Brumly Boys if they've seen Pony and Johnny. The only person we hadn't seen today was Dally. Johnny idolized Dally. If he needed anything he'd go to him. Dally knows where they are.

I looked over at Soda, he was really worried; I've never seen him this serious before. He was usually always laughing or showing that crazy grin of his, but now he looked like he wanted to cry. I was freaking out too though, I guess, but I knew that Dally must have helped them and they were probably fine.

There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week

I keep talking trash, but I haven't said anything

Even now, a week after the party, I still felt guilty each time I looked over at Soda. If he's this upset now, imagine what he's gonna be like when he finds out the love of his life's cheating on him. That's it! He has to know.

It's bad news

Baby it's bad news

It's just bad news, bad news, bad news

"Soda, I have to tell you something…" he turned his head now to face me. Why is he making this so hard for me? I'll just say "Soda, I saw Sandy cheating on you" and it'll be done. I won't have slave over telling him or not anymore. But how will he react?

I'm bad news

Baby I'm bad news

I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

Then again, he's driving a car with really bad brakes, do I feel like being flung out of a car right now? Besides, none of this is my business. And he can't handle it right now, he's already pretty depressed. I remembered what I had thought a week ago, "what he doesn't know won't hurt him". I can't tell him. But I needed to think of something to say.

"I-I think we should go to Buck's and find Dally. He probably knows where Pony and Johnny are," I said with a sigh.

"Okay," was all he said but he gave me a strange look like he knew I was trying to hide something from him.

So, how was that? Kind of a filler chapter I think. Please R&R! Flamers are welcome. C'mon please review, it only takes a minute to click the submit review button, type "I liked it" or "I hated it" and click submit.

And this is kind of a random question, but is anyone reading this a Grey's Anatomy fan? Out of the 18 million viewers, are any of them also Outsiders fans who happened to have read my story? 'Cause I'll be making references and connections between my story and GA at the end and I'll feel like an idiot if no one knows what I'm talking about.

Okay, next chapter is Looking at the World from the Bottom of a Well based on the song by Mike Doughty.