I do not own The Outsiders and The Runaways own the song Gotta Get Out Tonight, as always thanks to my beta dizzyizzy123 and thanks to everyone who's reviewed or is following my story I really appreciate it.

In the dead of the night I slip away

Lookin' for some heavy action

No matter what it is, I get that little itch

My body needs satisfaction

Gotta get out tonight

The wild one is callin' me

Gotta get out tonight

Out on the town is where I'll be alright

My folks think I'm bad and you know

They're probably right

But I don't listen to a thing they say

But I don't listen to a thing they say

Cause They're always uptight

The Runaways

It was few days after the party till Tim found Tara again, hanging out at the drive in.

"Hey," he greeted her.

"Hi," she answered coolly.

"The Brumley Boys are having a party. Wanna go?"

"Sure!"

Tim smirked, loving the effect he had on Tara. She didn't even hesitate before answering.

As Tim walked away, Tara has to restrain herself from jumping for joy. He invited me to party! One point to Tara, she thought.

Dru and Sylvia insisted on helping her choose an outfit, which she was thankful for; additionally, both of them were going to party so if things got messy, they would be there for backup. She told Tim to pick her up outside the Dingo for she knew that her dad would never let her out on a school night. Tara had to sneak out, which she had become rather good at considering her latest exploits.

Tim drove up to the diner early, checking out a bunch of giggling girls who were waiting outside. Tim sauntered up to them, grabbing one brunette by the waist pulling her close to him in a flirtatious gesture. The girl giggled, obviously thrilled and tried to pull him into the alleyway between the Dingo and an old grocery store. "I gotta go someplace," he murmured in her ear before breaking away. She giggled again and went to go rejoin her friends, most likely to brag.

He sorted himself out and pulled his leather jacket back on as he stepped out of the alley. He walked back towards the front and Tara was already there, leaning against the side of his car, smoking a cigarette. His eyes travelled all the way up her legs and landed on her bright smile, which was soon settled into a nonchalant smirk. He strode towards and gave her a kiss which made Tara go weak at the knees. Then he reached round and opened the door for her, a gesture Tara would never have expected Tim to do. I guess love does change people, thought Tara. Score two for me!

The party was great and already getting wild; a few fights were already breaking out in the front yard, which was covered with beer bottle and cigarette stubs.

Tara felt all eyes turn on her as Tim put his arm around her shoulder as they walked towards a group of guys Tara assumed were part of his gang or maybe the Brumley's.

"Hey boys, how did the deal go earlier?" Tim inquired.

"Yeah it went well, it's all sorted" they quickly replied cryptically.

Well, my first guess was correct, Tara thought. She kind of felt uncomfortable listening to that sort of talk; it didn't really fit in with the romantic evening she was planning on having. She excused herself from the group, claiming that she didn't want to interrupt business talk but she really wanted to find Dru and tell her how perfect the evening had been.

"Who was that?" Adam, Tim's second in command asked as he watched Tara leave and approach Dru.

"Just something I can have a little fun with," Tim replied.

"With a body like that, I imagine so."

"Well just keep imagining cause you'll never find out" Tim retorted. The boys all shared a laugh while Tim went off to find his fun

Dru was having a hard time trying to decipher what Tara was trying to say; Tara was talking in way too high a pitch for late at night and way too fast for any human to understand.

"Tara, I'm drunk and it's late," Dru said, exasperated. "Slow down."

"Everything's going perfectly!" squealed Tara. "He even opened the door for me! He's sooooo nice."

Dru tried hard not to scoff after hearing the last comment. "Tim" and
"nice" were rarely used in the same sentence.

Tim made his way over to them and managed to pull her away. Two broads chatting was not something he could deal with, especially if the subject was about him.

As the night wore on, Tim decided he had enough of the party asked Tara if she'd like to go for a walk. Tara agreed, thinking this was the most romantic thing ever but she was still a little miffed that Tim wouldn't let her talk to her friends or to any of his ("Why do you want to talk to them for? You've got me, remember?"); he didn't want to dance ("I don't dance," he said simply) yet he wouldn't let Tara dance with anyone else ("I thought you came here with me, remember?"). Tara basically spent the night watching Dru and Sylvia and everyone else have fun on the dance floor while she and Tim just sat on the couch in the living room.

Nevertheless, with his arm around her shoulder and being out in the cool night air soon made her forget all of that. They talked—well, she talked most of the time while Tim just nodded his head on occasion—and just lay next to each other in the grass, staring up at the stars. When he invited her to his place, she didn't decline.

Tara climbed through her window at half six in the morning, having only fallen asleep in Tim's arms a few hours before. She had woken up while it was still dark and left a note before slipping out to return to her house. Lying on her bed, she smiled and replayed the night in her head before her dad banged on the bedroom door, yelling that it was time for school. Even this could not ruin her happy mood for her stomach was filled with anticipation about the fact that in two days time, a Saturday she'd be spending the entire day with Tim Shepherd.

Back at Tim's place, he woke up late (He dropped out of school a long time ago; no one banged on his door to tell him it was time to get up if they knew what was good for them). As he got up, he found Tara's not and he read it.

Hi Tim

Had fun last night and can't wait for Saturday, meet you at the dingo at 11.

Tara xxxx

The kisses made him laugh—Tara was such a little girl sometimes even though she tried to hide it with her cigarettes and red lipstick. With that, he went over to Buck's to find some action.