I had some writer's block after this. I didn't know where to take it or who was going to do what. Well, here goes. Thanx for the reviews by the way.

**********************************Pony's POV**************************************

Darry, Dally, and I rode in Soda's car while Soda, Steve, and Two-Bit rode with Arielle and Johnny in that tuff, hot rod of a car. Steve whistled, "A '62 Cherville. Brand new too from the looks of it. Don't see too many of those everyday." "Not bad," was Soda's nonchalant response. We weren't too keen on going to the Nightly Double in Darry's old Jalopy of a truck but we had no choice. Once again I had to admit that that girl did have some nice taste. And so we sped off to the Nightly Double, us in the lead. It seemed that hot rod behind us was barely meeting the speed limit. I laughed at the irony of someone like her behind the wheel of a car like that. I could just make out the exasperated looks of Steve and Soda and Two-Bit with Johnny's head bowed in the back. He must've either been laughing at them or his cousin. "Now you see why I didn't want to jump in the backseat with her," Dally pointed out while he was busy burning rubber as we turned the corner, losing sight of them for a few moments.

"Speaking of which, I'm sure someone here would like to get in the back seat with that Soc," I said indictively at Darry.

"What you talkin bout Pony?" Darry asked flabbergasted.

"I'm talkin about the look you gave her when she walked in the door. Like you had just gone through puberty or somethin."

"The boy has got a point Darry," Dally snickered, backing me up.

"I think you've both gone nuts," Darry retorted.

Dally and I just looked at each other thinking, 'Hoo Boy! He's got it bad'.

We waited in the parking lot of the Daily Double for those law-abiding greasers to catch up behind us. "Hey Darry," I said as innocently as I could.

"Ya?" he answered.

"How come you haven't made a move toward her?" I asked while Dally was outside taking a smoke. I was itching to take one too.

"What are you talking about? She's a Soc. It's obvious!" he answered exasperated.

"So?" I questioned.

"So? So she won't want to go out with some guy she just met halfway across the country. She's probably got some boyfriend back at 'The University' she most likely goes to. I would be crazy to make a move on her," he said quietly, "She's just...I dunno. Why are you so interested anyway?" he asked. He wasn't suspicious, I could tell. Just curious. Maybe he thought I actually cared. How pathetically hopeful.

"No reason. I just think she kinda likes you," I lightly answered as the rest of the gang and them pulled up. I got out of the car and looked around the lot for any sign of trouble. My kind of trouble.

"Geez Luiz!" exclaimed Steve, "this chick drives like my grandmother!" Soda and Two-Bit had similar responses.

"No kiddin?" asked Dally sarcastically, crushing the bud of his cigarette with the heel of his shoe.

****************** Arielle's POV******************************************

I turned off the ignition and put the keys in my handbag purse. Those silly boys just could not understand the concept of safe driving. I guess they've never really heard of a fatal car crash around these parts. One would think we were in a race the way they went on. Oh well, it was a clear night and the air smelled fresh with the exception of Dally's cigarette smoke. I could not imagine any girl wanting to kiss that mouth. Ugh, talk about leaving a bad taste in your mouth. I got out of the car, made sure twice that I had locked it securely, then walked briskly to keep up with my rather ungentlemanly companions. "Are you always going to be playing catch-up, doll?" asked the rude blonde smoking one cancer stick. I refused to even dignify his statement. I could see the line for the movie a little on down the street, but a funny thing happened. Just as we were getting closer, the boys turned and went down another block to what seemed like the back of the theater. "Um, excuse me gentlemen. Where are you going?" They just glanced in my direction as if it was the wind that spoke and not an actual person. I looked to Johnny for some direction and he looked like Francis Crick when he discovered DNA structure. As if an epiphany and the word "Duh" was going through his mind. He finally answered my questioning expression. "Oh, I remember when we used to do this. We snuck into the theater by crawling under this fence." "Why?" I asked, perplexed. "Because it was fun and we didn't have a lot of money to pay for a ticket every time we went to the movies." "Well, I brought some money and my..." but Johnny had put his hand over my mouth. "Are you crazy?" he whispered fiercely, "you're gonna get yourself robbed if you keep talking that loud!" During this conversation I had failed to notice that some of the guys had already crawled under while one or two were waiting for us to pay attention. "Hey, are you two coming?" asked Two-Bit. It was now that I had to make a decision. Go with them and muddy my dress under the fence, or go and wait in line to pay for a ticket. But if I left now they might think unkindly of me. I felt at the time that this was a very important decision. There was only one choice I could make. "Hey, I'll meet you guys inside. I'm going to enter through the front, okay?" "Sure" muttered the youngest boy.

I headed to the front of the theater listening to the clicking of my stilettos and wondering what Johnny's friends thought of me. Suddenly I heard someone else's footsteps getting closer and closer, and I remembered Johnny's warning of robbery. I spun around quickly ready to fight off my assailant as best I could when Darrel nearly crashed into me. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Trying to catch up with you. You know you walk really fast for someone who tries to come off as elegant and graceful," he told me in jest. I smiled, "So you've caught up with me." "Yup," he confirmed right before an awkward silence. It was just then that we realized we were still half a block away from the theater standing in the middle of a dark sidewalk. "Well, we better get to the line before the others think we disappeared or something," he suggested. "Or attacked," I added as we walked towards the theater. "Don't worry," he assured me, "I'll protect you. I've got muscles for a reason besides football y'know." Surprisingly I felt safer hearing that statement from him.

We soon reached the theater and stood in the not so long line to buy the tickets. I received quite a few stares in the line, and I could see Darry had noticed it too. "So," I started trying to make conversation, "why did you decide to accompany me here Darrel? I mean, any particular reason?" "Just wanted to make sure you didn't run into any trouble." "Oh," I replied. After Darry and I had a small scuttle over who paid for whose ticket and received more stares, we entered the theater. "Why were some people staring at me?" I whispered. "I don't think too many people here are used to seeing women dressed like you on this side of town at this time of night," he answered quietly. I then become conscious of how overdressed I must look compared to the youth clad only in jeans, tee-shirts, and short skirts and to the few adults dressed in casual and conservative attire. Oh well, I thought, and decided to continue with straight, tall posture instead of slouching or shrinking back in discomfort or embarrassment regardless how out of place I may seem. It wasn't as if these strangers were going to taunt me about it in my future. Darry wasn't sure where Johnny and the boys were in the lot, but we soon heard some cat calls and Darry followed the source of the sound until sure enough, we found Johnny and the boys behind a redhead and a brunette.