Hiya! Ok..I decided to make this into a real story thingymabob so yeah!! Lol!! This would be chapter 2! Yep! And Rina, I'm sorry for beating you to making a fic out of the song!! Didn't know u wanted too otherwise I would have let you..yours would have definitely been better then mine!!! Anywho thanks for the review! Oh yeah I only own, Carly and SE Hinton owns everyone else, except Rina, she owns herself!

            Dallas Winston slammed the Curtis door open, pissed off at a certain girl. A certain girl named Carly. The one girl that no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get into bed with. He swore that she was some kind of hooker or something, seeing as she knew every guy in a 100 mile radius. "Damn girl." He swore to himself and flopped down on the sofa, grabbing a beer right out of Two-Bit's hands.

            "Hey!" Two-Bit said and tried to get the bottle back but Dally wouldn't give it to him. "Girl troubles…again?" Two-Bit cocked an eyebrow and looked at Dally curiously.

            "Oh no, Two-Bit, everything's just fine that's why I'm fuckin cussin!" Dally yelled in Two-Bit's face as Two-Bit burst out laughing.

            'Well, I wouldn't know, you cuss when stuffs not bothering you,' Two-Bit thought to himself, but didn't say it outloud. It was better to keep your mouth shut around Dally when he was pissed off.

            "Who's it now?" Steve Randle asked from his position on the floor in the kitchen. He was preceding to play poker with himself and he wasn't doing a very good job at it. Cards were scattered out everywhere on the floor, along with money and beer cans.

            "That damn Carly chic. I see her every once and a while when I go to bars and we make out and all that shit but every time my hand goes up her shirt she stops me. And she talks to tons of guys but she won't go to bed with me!" Dally sounded beyond angry.

            "Maybe she's trying to hide something from you, like ya know..maybe she's really a cross-dressing guy, um a really hot cross-dressing guy? ." Two-Bit suggested and got an angry glare from Dally.

            "Or maybe she wants money?" Soda suggested coming into the hallway with a towl around his waist and his girlfriend, Rina, standing behind him.

            "No. But there's somethin 'bout that little broad that drags me to her. Why am I sittin here telling you ole' bums about my girl problems?" Dally wondered outloud and only got a response from Darry, who had been standing in the hallway between the kitchen and the living room.

            Darry cleared his throat. "Maybe she's not the type of girl who'll go to bed with just anyone. Maybe she's not a slut, like most of the girls you pick up. And maybe she just knows that names of  all the guys because she's friendly." Darry's 'parent' instinct had just kicked in. Two-Bit roared with laughter at Darry's theory.

            "Yeah right Dar! Just knows the names of the guys on the streets because she's friendly. I'm sure that's exactly what it is." Darry looked at Two-Bit skeptical.

            'Shut up, Two-Bit' Darry warned in his mind. He wasn't going to tell Dally that this Carly girl was a prostitute. And he wasn't going to tell Dally or anyone else how he knew that she was a prostitute. That was just between him and Carly.

            "Do any of you guys know her?" Dally asked. Soda, Rina, Two-Bit, and Steve shook there heads no and all eyes turned on Darry. "Darry?" Dally asked. Darry looked at Dally and then to the floor. "Goddamnit Darry!" Dally yelled standing up off the couch. He had a short temper and couldn't stand it when people didn't answer his questions. Even if it was one of his friends. He wasn't afraid to get in their faces if he had too.

            The only answer he got from Darry was a shake of the head.

            ***Carly's place***

            Carly grabbed the guy's hand and pulled him into the bedroom. Then she slammed the door behind her and giggled. The guy smirked and pushed his hair out of his face. "So," he said and laughed a little. "What's your name?"

            Carly rolled her eyes. "Tim Shepard, you know damn well what my name is! You're just tryin to make conversation, right?" He nodded his head.

            "So come on? What are we waiting for?" Tim asked, impatiently. He had been waiting a whole week for this.Something to finally relax his mind after a hard week of stealing stuff, and jumping Socs. Nothing or no one would satisfy him more then Carly.

            She twirled a blonde curl around her finger before sticking her hand out to receive the money. "I'm not about to get in that bed with you, Shepard, until you hand the money over." Carly blew a bubble with her bubblegum and rolled her eyes. She wasn't going to fall for the sex first, money later thing. She had did that with Tim once and he never did pay her.

            "Damnit," Tim said and got money out of his pocket, "you do something once and nobody ever forgets it!" He handed the money to Carly.

            "That's right sugar, no one forgets it!" Carly sighed. She really hated doing this, being a prostitute, slut, hooker and everything else that she got labeled. She hated it. But she had to do it; she needed to do it. It was a part of her.

            She slowly slid her blue jeans off and then her pink top, leaving her only in her under clothing. Tim threw her on the bed and pulled her bra off, fondling with her breasts and kissing all the way down to her stomach. Then he slowly pulled her panties off. She smiled with delight as did Tim. She hated it, right? That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it.

            Once removing all of his clothing, Tim layed on top of Carly and slowly started to insert 'himself' into her.(A/N~ I'm not going to get graphic because its rated PG13! So yeah!! Lol!)

            Carly moaned and then pushed Tim off of her after awhile. "What the hell?" He wondered outloud.

            "You've had your fill, sugar pie. Move on to some other prostitute. I've got more customers." Tim sighed, got dress and then left. Moaning and groaning until the door slammed shut.

            'Wonder what Dally's up to?' Carly wondered to herself as she layed in bed and counted her money. She had made $2000 in just one day. Atleast she had a job that paid her very good. Yet, no matter who she slept with she couldn't get Dally off of her mind, not at all. Every moment she thought he was there. So why wouldn't she just sleep with him?

                        A/N~ That's the end of chapter 2!! What do u think? I think it sucked but that's me!!! Lol!!! So anywho REVIEW!! And should the next chapter be in someone's POV instead of in third person? Anywho review! Thanks! Bye now!