A/N: The other day, there was a reference on TV to Jack Daniels whiskey. My brother said, "Hey, isn't there a character in your story named Jack Daniels?" It greatly increased the hilarity of the reference.

The title of this chapter is a reference to The Outsiders which quite obviously does not belong to me or else I would have myself legally married to Dallas Winston.

Gina POV

I was starting to get tired of my away-from-Jack act. I was spending increasing amounts of time sprawled out on my bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what kind of demented person I was.

"Gina!" My step-mother, Stephanie, called from the doorway. "Can you come help me bring the groceries into the kitchen?"

I heaved myself out of my Corner of Depression and jogged downstairs and outside. About halfway through I realized I'd left my phone, but it wasn't like anyone was going to call me, anyway.

There were hardly any bags left, so I loaded my arms with about five and somehow managed to close the car door. I seem to remember it taking my chin, right arm, and right elbow. While I struggled with the front door to the house, Matt came up and opened it for me.

"And they say chivalry is dead," I muttered.

"Do you even know what chivalry is?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but noticed that Matt was staring at my sister, standing in the living room gushing about something into a phone.

My phone.

Sandi seemed to notice us just as we noticed her. Her eyes widened and her smile faded, but she kept chattering into the speaker.

"Take these into the kitchen, will you?" I hissed. Matt took the bags and nodded.

Sandi's eyes widened further as she backed away from me and finally ran into the wall. Then she turned and made a dash for the stairs and hurried up them. I followed her. I admired her ability to speak calmly to whoever was on the phone (like you don't already know, I mean, come on) while her powerful sister with intent to kill ran after her.

"Give me the phone!" I shrieked, nearly tripping on the top step.

"No!" she snapped back. Into the phone, she continued, "No, she's not here, sorry."

"She is here!"

"You're never getting this phone back, Gina!" She slammed the door to her room in my face and locked the door. I waited patiently, knowing she'd made a mistake saying my name.

Sure enough, she showed up a few moments later, looking bitter. She thrust the phone at me. "He wants to talk to you."

Dear gods above, I was like a desperate girl from a romantic movie after that. I practically skipped down the hall and into my temporary bedroom (it had been the guest room when I was younger – my room had been given to Sandi), threw myself onto my bed, and said breathlessly into the phone, "Hello?"

"Your sister's insane," Jack muttered.

"Tell me about it. So what's up?"

"So wait, you dumped me, crossed the country, and spent a week at your evil father's house and now you're that casual?"

"Yup. How's it going in Montana?"

"We're back in New York." Then he went on to answer all my unspoken questions. "The battle went… um, fine. We lost, but it doesn't really matter. Anthony and Nina are finally dating, and- hang on a sec. Adrianna, do you have to play that video ten thousand times?"

Adrianna snapped at him in the background, and Jack returned to me.

"Sorry. She's been playing some video online forever. It's raining, so we're all stuck inside. Somehow I started out in the Aphrodite cabin and ended up stuck with Adrianna and her psychotic siblings."

"I resent that," Troy Day's voice said in the background.

"Shut up, Troy."

I stifled a laugh at Jack's annoyed tone, which was rare. "So why's Adrianna obsessed with said video?"

"A much-younger Matt Dillon has about two sentences in the background."

I didn't even try to stifle a laugh this time. For whatever reason, Adrianna's presence wasn't bugging me. I guess I was just happy to be talking to Jack again.

"Dally was sexy," Adrianna called from the background.

I could just picture Jack rolling his eyes as he said, "Yeah, sure, Adrianna, whatever you say."

"Give me my phone back, midget."

"You can't legally call me a midget until I'm sixteen, and that's only if I don't grow past five feet by then."

"If you do not give me that phone back right now I swear to Zeus above in heaven I will follow you around for your entire life singing Madonna's greatest hits, and I will call you midget at our high school reunions. All of them."

Jack sighed. "Sorry, Gina. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

I groaned, like a kid leaving the zoo or something. Romantic-movie-female-protagonist, I'm telling you. "Bye, Jack."

I had kind of intentionally not told him about Matt.

A/N: Gina's being over-loved. Freddy needs some love. Rose just doesn't even deserve love. She still kind of deserves hate.

I honestly did watch a video like five times just because Matt Dillon had a line in it. WE'LL DO IT FOR JOHNNY. FOR JOHNNY. Forget Sparta, freedom, and pony. We're doing it for Johnny. Everything I do from this point in time onward is… FOR JOHNNY. Because Dallas Winston told me to.