Tim and Dally sat in the ice cream store eating ice cream and awkwardly not speaking or making eye contact. At one point Tim said, "So…" and, getting no response, trailed off without finishing the thought.
After about twenty-six minutes of the mind numbing boredom Dally saw a familiar face, actually two familiar faces. "Hi Dally, Tim," said Kaiytieralyn.
"Oh man," said Dally, "Why don't you go away?"
"We don't wanna," said Mike, who was also there.
"Hey, I have a question," Tim began, "How come you guys are friends?"
"What do you mean?" Mike asked.
"Well, you're a greaser and Kaiytieralyn's a soc. How did you become friends?"
"We met in Seattle," she said, as if that explained it.
"You're from Seattle?" Dally asked Kaiytieralyn.
"Yes," she replied.
"Argh, nothing good could ever come out of Seattle!"
"Yes," Tim agreed.
Sodapop, who happened to be standing there, said, "Come on! Please tell me!"
But they wouldn't and so he said, "Oh man," and walked away.
After Soda had gone, Dally said, "All right, I want you two girls to leave right now before I get Tim here to whip out his switchblade. And leave us alone from now on because I'm gonna start carrying a heater."
"I could take you," said Mike, standing with one hand on her hip.
Tim, as promised, whipped out his switchblade and said, "People should start calling me Flippy, I'm flipping this thing out so often!"
He got a few weird looks.
"Anyway…" said Dally, "Bye girls."
"Bye," they said sullenly as they walked towards the door.
"I'm so glad they're gone," said Dally, before they were out of earshot.
"Hey, I heard that," said Mike.
"I should think so, I said it when you were very close by."
Mike, for once couldn't seem to think of a snappy comeback, not that her comebacks were every very snappy, so they left.