The next morning Ponyboy woke up feeling vaguely ill. "Ohh…" he groaned, sitting up.
"What's the matter?" asked Soda.
"Nothing," said Ponyboy then, to his surprise and mild horror, Dally crawled out from under a blanket on the bed on the other side of Soda.
"Are you sure?" asked Dally, "You look a little pale."
"Yeah, maybe you ought to stay home from school today," Soda suggested.
"Umm…What's Dally doing in bed with us Soda?"
"He had to crash here tonight."
"Why didn't he just sleep on the couch like always?"
"I dunno. I have to go to work."
"Yeah," said Dally, "I have to meet Tim. We're going…never mind."
"Come on, where are you going?" asked Soda.
"I don't want to say."
"If you don't I'll tell everyone that he's your boyfriend."
Dally glared at Soda and Pony thought something about how if Dally glared at him like that he wouldn't insist on an answer but Soda said, "Well?"
"Well, what?" asked Dally, taking out his switchblade.
"Never mind. Jesus," said Soda, irritably, "You never tell me anything." Obviously he was still upset about the whole Seattle thing.
Dally quickly left and walked down the street until he met Tim standing near the Dingo. "Hey," he said.
"Hey," Tim replied, "Are you ready? Does anyone know where we're going?"
"Yes and no."
"Excellent."
They walked along the road until they reached a small petting zoo just outside of the city. "Here we are," Dally said, "Glory, I can't believe Mike is blackmailing us."
"Yeah, that whore."
"Yeah."
Just then Mike appeared.
"Did you bring the pictures?" asked Tim.
"Yeah," she said.
"Good, what do you want?"
"I want your switchblade."
"That's it?" Tim was surprised but he quickly realized that he shouldn't let on that that wasn't very difficult to give up because she might get ideas so instead he said, "I mean…not my favorite switchblade!?"
Fortunately Mike wasn't the brightest crayon in the box and said, "Yeah, well tough! Next time you're in Seattle you'll just have to be more careful about who sees you."
"Damn it!" said Dally, "Tim, I'm never letting you talk me into going on vacation with you again."
"I don't care," said Tim, "It's not like it was a picnic for me either."
Dally noticed that Mike was still standing around near them. "You can go," he said icily.
She glared at him and sauntered off into the sunset, even though I'm pretty sure it was still morning but, you know, sunsets are so perfect for clichés to saunter into.