Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own any of The Outsiders characters..

So Pony, Dally, Johnny and I set out on our adventure around town.

"So I guess your wondering what the whole Greaser/Soc rivalry that Steve mentioned is about," Pony asked me. Now I wasn't going to tell him that I already knew because then I'd have to go into how I found out about the rivalry before actually stepping foot in Tulsa. Granted I knew a little bit about it from Dally, but I knew more. I mean how else would I suddenly know about living on the greaser side of town and why Two-Bit thought I hot wired my car?

"Gimme some details… Fill me in."

"Okay well, the greasers are pretty much our crowd. We live on the run down side of town and aren't as well off as the Socials, the Socs for short. They live in their fancy houses and drive tuff cars like Corvairs. We're the delinquents of society, loud, rowdy kids with too much hair grease, hence the name greaser. Meanwhile the Socs run to their parents to fix every little problem because money talks. We get it rough all around while they catch all the breaks."

"C'mon-- Wouldn't you rather be the life of the party rather than a prissy pant?" I asked. He just shrugged.

So we toured the town, seeing all the hot spots. I already saw Bucks and the Dingo from the night before, but we passed by the park, the Nightly Double, Jay's and I got to learn some of the terms around here like "the Ribbon" and such. When all was said and done we took a walk on over to the DX to see Soda and Steve.

"Hey guys! Working hard or hardly working?" I asked as I walked over to Steve and waved to Soda, who was busy filling up some girl's tank and flashing that smile of his.

"You've been hanging out with Two-Bit too much," said Steve.

"Who says I have to hang out wit Two-Bit to crack a joke here and there?"

"I was just saying…" Steve didn't seem to know if I was offended or not.

"I'm kidding -- Don't break a sweat over it." Next thing I know I hear a girl's shriek.

"DALLAS!"

"Fuck you, you slut!"

"I'm trying to talk to you."

"I don't give a fuck. Go use your mouth for something useful."

"C'mon Dal, you know I get lonely when you're in the slammer."

"I don't give a shit Sylvia."

"But Dal you're not even giving me a chance to talk."

"You don't deserve my time, you fucking skank. Go fuck someone else."

"How dare you talk to me like that!!"

"Who the fuck is that?" I asked looking back from Steve, Johnny, and Pony.

"Ahh that would be Sylvia. Guess she cheated on Dally again and he don't want to hear it," said Steve.

"Again? So it's a regular thing?"

"Yea. Sylvia and Dally always cheat on each other," Johnny piped up.

"One week they're on, next week they're off. I wouldn't be surprised to see Dally with his ring back after this," Pony added.

I watched as Sylvia backhanded Dally across the face and he didn't do anything about it. I mean theoretically he couldn't since he's a guy but seriously, I didn't think Dally would be on and off with someone who cheated on him. I figured he'd dump her ass after the first incident. Hands were flying; voices were getting louder, turning the fight into a screaming match. I looked at the boys. They weren't phased by it and were barely paying attention. Well, me – I'm different. I was all ears on this one.

"Hey Maria. How's it going?" Soda asked now that the crowd of girls slowly dwindled, as Sylvia and Dally got louder.

"O, just enjoying today's entertainment."

"So I see you've met Sylvia."

"OO no. I haven't met her yet, but I do plan on making myself known to her," I reassured him with a sideways smirk.

"And what exactly does that mean?" Steve asked intrigued.

"Well, let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve. By the way—where does this broad hang around?"

"You can always catch Sylvia at Bucks," Pony said casually.

"Well boys. Buck's is gunna be pretty happening tonight. And I suggest ya show. And if any of you breathe a word to Dally…"

"What are you gunna do about it," Steve challenged trying to get a rise out of me.

"Well now that just takes all the fun out of it, now doesn't it?" I said throwing a wink his way.

"Take the fun out of what?" I was so wrapped up in thinking about what I was gunna do tonight that I hadn't realized that Dally shook loose of Sylvia and joined the conversation.

"O nothing," I chimed, flashing a mile wide grin of pearly whites.

"If I know you, this is nothing to be taken lightly."

"Well now, let's just see how well you do know me. I mean, it has been years since you moved down here."

"Maria, what are you thinking? Don't play with me."

"Fine," I said exchanging a look with Steve, Soda, Johnny, and Pony. "I was thinking that we should go to the movies tonight seeing as you're wearing your ring."

"And since when have you cared?" Dally said his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Since now," I stated coolly.

"Steve where are the drinks in this joint?" I asked

"C'mon I'll show you. Anyone want anything?"

"Bring out a round of pop" Soda called from behind.

"C'mon Maria. Gimme a hand here," Steve said as he pulled out 6 bottles of pop.

"Hey Steve, you got any hair grease around here?" I asked mischievously.

"Why would there be hair grease in a car shop?"

"Well, a man like you probably leaves an extra tub of hair grease in his glove compartment, am I right?"

"Hold on," Steve said a little pissed at the fact that I called him out on it and none the less astonished that I guessed something like that.

"Here you go. And what do you plan on doing with that?"

"I haven't gotten that fucker back for this morning's tickle match and I fancy giving him a new hair style. You think you can manage the soda while I sneak up behind Dal?"

"Go for it."

Little by little, I crept out of the store as Steve followed me. I dodged behind the gas pump as Steve approached the group.

"Where's Maria?" Dal asked.

"In the bathroom."

"What do you guys think of her so far?"

"She's a raving lunatic, if you ask me," Steve said as he watched me sneak up behind Dally out of the corner of his eye.

"UGHH," Dally grunted as I jumped on him from behind. He grabbed me by the legs as he looked up to see me on his back.

"A wise man once told me that a greaser is not a true greaser unless he uses hair grease," I smirked as I slopped a nice amount of grease into his blonde head and rubbed in it, giving him a noogie. Dally's hands flew to his hair and I was left trying to hold onto him while I worked the grease into his hair.

"What the fuck Maria! Who is this fucking wise man?"

"Ponyboy. At least that's how he explained the history of the greaser nickname."

"HEY – What are you getting me involved for?" Pony asked. Poor kid. He probably thinks Dally's going to take this out on him.

I jumped down from Dally's back, satisfied with the artwork I had done to his blonde locks.

"Call a spade a spade, Dal. We're even from this morning."

"Yea, yea, yea. We're even when I say we're even, you got that?"

"Uh no, sorry, come again?"

"We're even when I say we're even!"

"I'm sorry. That sounded like you were going to get ready for the movies. Is that what you said?"

"Mariaaaaaa!"

"O you did say that! Oh, okay. I guess we'll see you there at 8." I smiled at Dally, knowing full well he couldn't get mad at me.

"Yea yea yea..." Dallas stalked off, wiping some hair grease on his jeans.

GIANTS WON THE SUPERBOWL!! So this is my gift to you, while I bask in my glory. I'm pretty close to completing the story. I finally realized what direction I want it to go in. Be prepared for more updates and a lot of suspense.

- danni babezzz