I have been resurrected from fanfiction hell, and have started putting in new chapters! And is this like a national no review holiday, because nobody clued me in. And finally, read my other crap (please). Don't you remember Flick from chapter 1?? And if you like mythology there's always Princess of the Dark for 'ya (do yourself a favor and skip to chapter 3 in that). Okay I'll stop now and give you the rest of this story.

I turned away from the sunlight and to the wall. But instead of looking at the blank white, I came face to face with Ponyboy. Instantly I snapped back, remembering last night.

"Wha…?" His eyelid opened slightly to look quizzically at my face. Then he let out a small moan.

"You hate me, don't you?" Ponyboy snapped both eyes open and stood up out of bed. "I wouldn't blame you." I reached for my shirt, but remembered that I had abandoned it outside. "Shit." I just picked up a red one off the floor. I didn't have to search far for my pants; they where on me. So where Ponyboy's.

"What happened last night?" Pony was standing at the doorway, ready to step out o the room. I sighed and pushed myself off the bed to stand a couple feet away from him.

"Figure it out, smarty." I swear I saw a smile flicker on his face.

"No."

"What did you say?" Too late. Ponyboy had already bolted out' and I was quick to follow pursuit. "Ponyboy! Get back here!" I almost had him in a tackle. Almost until a huge bulk stepped in front of me.

"Well, what did the cat drag in?" I brushed away the brown crumbs that where falling from Steve's mouth.

"Get out of my way!" I shoved past him only to be yanked back by the shirt I was wearing. By then, Ponyboy already had refuge in the kitchen. "Ugh!" I whirled around to box my attacker's ears, but already Two-Bit had ducked.

"Hey Ponyboy! I found that read shirt that you lost!" I pushed his hand away but ran into yet another bulk.

"Dusty, is this yours?" Soda held up my shirt modestly, but I could tell that a huge grin would break his face any minute. I yanked it away.

"I'm out of here." I sprinted to the door, eager to get away from the guys. But I stopped for half a second at the kitchen entrance. "Ponyboy, meet me at twelve in the park?" I didn't wait for him to respond, but jumped into the car and kicked it into gear. Man, did my head hurt. My stomach was growling too, so I made a quick hook to o to the drive-in. I was still sad that the Dingo got burned down. It was one of the best hang outs.

The place was hopping when I got there. The clock above the building read 12:00, but I had a hard time believing that it was that late. Instead of ordering, I started circling the cars, saying hi to all the tough guys and chicks and smirking dangerously at the rich ones. Then I herd the deep voice of Tim Shepard. And he sounded angry.

"Even if I knew where she was, why would I tell you?" I stepped around the car and gasped at the scene.

"Because, you son of a bitch, I'll you up if you don't!" the chick with white blonde hair flicked out a blade faster than my eyes could follow. I recognized that hair.

"F…Flick!" I stared dumbly at my cousin, why whirled around to glare at me with her glassy green eyes.

"You." She flicked her blade back and stalked up to me, and towered over me with vicious terror. "Are in one hell of a shitty situation."