Author's Note: Haha I'm throwin' chapters at y'all every which way! xD It's just that it's the weekend and I DON'T feel like doin' my homework, so I'm in my room like a LOSER writing random chapter…. Hope you like. ;)

CHAPTER IV: Might Socs vs Ill Greasers

By about midnight, everyone was sick except Sodapop. Even Darry was down with the pox.

"God, it just doesn't stop!" Steve groaned itching his back. I felt even more miserable for getting them all sick.

"I'm sorry guys." I apologized, coughing.

"It's okay, don't worry about it!" Two-bit ruffled my hair.

"Yeah, I didn't wanna go home anyway." Johnny assured me with a sneeze.

"Uh, guys. I think we're out of lotion." Dal informed us, desperately squeezing the empty bottle.

"NO!" Two-bit hollered. "We're all gonna die! This is the end Steve!" He yelled, grabbing Steve, who promptly shoved him away.

"Jeez, calm down!" Soda said. "I'll just go get some at the store; it's just a couple blocks away." Darry thought about it for a second.

"Okay, but be careful Soda…." Darry instructed him, pausing to cough a bit. He flexed his muscles. "You might also want to get some more tissues and cough drops." Right on cue, Dally sneezed so loud that Two-bit actually shrieked in surprise. It sounded like an elephant had been injured. Steve started guffawing, which caused me to giggle.

"Okay, be right back y'all." Soda said, grabbing his wallet and leather jacket and leaving.

For the next twenty minutes, we all entertained ourselves by playing charades and trying our hardest not to scratch.

"I'll go first!" Two-bit offered excitedly, standing up. He began strolling around the room, whistling. Then he pretended to steer a boat.

"Are you a sailor?" I guessed, casually scratching my arm. He shook his head no and started whistling again.

"Oh my god, seriously Two-bit?" Dal smacked his forehead and sighed. "Could you possibly be Mickey Mouse?"

"Yeah! Whoo!" Two-bit cheered and did a fist pump. After a while of playing charades though, I began to get anxious.

"Shouldn't Soda be back by now? It wasn't that far away…." I stated.

"AhCHOO!" Darry sniffed. "Yeah, you're right. Maybe we should go lookin' for him."

"Are you CRAZY?" Dally shouted. "We're all in striped gray pajamas, have red dots all over our skin and basically look like hell!" He broke into a hacking coughing session as if to prove his point.

"No way. If Soda gets jumped…." I paused. "I'm leavin' right now, with or," I sneezed, "without y'all." I shakily stood up and through on my leather jacket over my pajamas. Darry, Johnny, Steve and Two-bit followed my example.

"Okay, okay." Dally finally said, following us out the door.

It was real windy, and I couldn't stop itching. We probably looked like a weird group, all of us scratching like crazy. Johnny coughed quietly and shivered. I noticed he wasn't wearing a jacket. What kind of parents don't give their kid a jacket? Apparently, Darry noticed before me even.

"You cold Johnnycake?" He shuddered.

"J-just a l-little." His teeth chattered. Darry automatically took off his huge jacket and draped it over Johnny. It was about five sizes to big on him.

"Th-thanks." He managed. Suddenly, we all heard it at the same time.

"Get the hell off me you bastards!" Soda screamed. We all ran in the direction that his voice had come from. The first thing I saw was the spilled grocery bag. Then I saw Soda on the ground, held down by about six Socs. Darry got to them first. He ruthlessly punched one in the jaw and ripped another off Soda. Soon, it was a full blown fight.

"You're outta your territory greasers." One of the Socs snarled at Dally. Instead of answering, he gagged.

"Jesus, do you ever brush your teeth?" he asked the Soc, throwing him to the ground.

One of the Socs had me on the ground and we rolled around for a bit. Then he was on top of me, hitting me as hard as he could. I motioned for him to stop.

"Hey, get off, I gotta sneeze!" I tried to warn him.

"I'm not falling for that, stupid." The guy rolled his eyes.

"Heh… eh… EHCHOO!" I sneezed in his face.

"Eww oh my god, he SNEEZED on me!" the Soc jumped off me. Two-bit cackled.

"Interestin' fightin' tactics, Pony!" he complimented, sniffing thickly.

Finally, they were all gone. We all walked home, still itching.

"So, I take it y'all are sleepin' at our house?" Soda asked.

"You bet." We all laughed.