A/N: Yesterday I discovered that S.E. Hinton was only 16 when she wrote the Outsiders, that's so awesome…it kind of makes me feel like a slacker though.

"Someone go after him!" yelled Darry.

"Why?" asked Ponyboy.

"Because we need him to live with us."

"That's stupid," said Soda, "Why do we need him to live with us?"

"I have no idea," Darry replied, "But for some reason I just feel like he needs to live here."

"He's right," Dally said.

"But you said yourself that you didn't like him!" Soda felt extremely confused.

"I know, I know but sometimes you have to make sacrifices and now is one of those time."

"Sacrifices for what?"

"Who knows?"

After this delightful conversation it was decided that Ponyboy should chase down Erik, since he was so fast and they had already wasted a considerable amount of time discussing things.

When Pony caught up to Erik he said, "Hey, Erik, wait for me!"

"Why?" asked Erik.

"Because…we want you to come back."

"So, you guys finally decided that you can't live without me."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Come on." They went back to the house and saw that no one was home.

"Looks like they ditched you!" said Erik, mockingly.

"Will you shut up?" asked Ponyboy as he walked over to the table. On the table, he noticed a note that said:

Pony,

We've gone to the park. Meet us there.

"We've got to go to the park," Ponyboy announced.

"They left you a note?" asked Erik, "Why didn't they just call you on your cell phone?"

"You're such a moron. You should be able to figure out that those haven't been invented yet."

"Whatever."

When Ponyboy and Erik met up with the other guys at the park Two-Bit just finishing up telling the story of how he attacked a mailman once.

"….And he never delivered mail to our house again."

"Great story Two-Bit," said Dally.

Just then a random soc—we'll call him Ned—walked over, surrounded by five other socs, and punched Steve.

"What the hell?" asked Steve as he hit Ned viciously.

"Wait!" cried Erik, "I'll take them! I'm a Jedi master!"

"Jedi master?" asked a soc.

"Yeah…come on, Star Wars! You know, it's a movie…" said Erik.

"You're such a moron," Ponyboy pointed out, "We've all ready established what year this is and so if you know so much about your precious Star Wars, you should know that it hasn't come out yet."

"I agree with the greaser" said Ned, "That kid is a moron."

"Wow!" said Ponyboy, getting a dreamy look on his face, "You agree with me? This means we could all look past our differences and unite!"

"Yeah right!" said Ned as he punched Pony's lights out.

Tim ran over and flipped out his switchblade. "Don't you dare mess with my favorite greaser!"

"I thought I was your favorite greaser!" cried Dally.

"You are, I was just kidding," said Tim.

Sensing another bizarre slash sequence, Dally quickly ran away.

Tim, thinking he had offended Dally, ran after him. When he reached Dally, in an alley somewhere, he said, "Dally I didn't mean anything by it."

"I don't care about that."

"Then why'd you run away?"

"I don't wanna say."

"Fine." Reverting back to their tough, greaser appearance, Dally and Tim sat for several minutes in silence. Then Tim broke the silence by saying, "I'm really sorry Dally," and then, to Dally's extreme horror, he burst into tears.

"Tim!" Dally exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I know, I know, greasers aren't supposed to cry…it's just…I have so many feelings pent up inside and I don't know what to do!"

"Well, sweet Jesus! Don't go crying when I'm around! You've got a sister why can't you tell her all your problems? Or be a man and cry alone in your room when nobody's home and you're absolutely positive no one will ever find out."

"Don't you see…"

"See what?"

"I don't know," Tim dried his tears, "I can't think of anything to finish that thought, weird huh?"

"Ah…yeah, I guess." Dally was feeling relieved to have his friend back to normal, "Well why don't we go get ice cream?"

"Ok." And with that they were off to some place where ice cream is sold.