A/N: Here is the funness! WEE! Rumble time! It might be a bit short, but oh well…

We arrived at a vacant lot in the greasers' side of town. Since I started it, they picked the turf, not that it would help them anyway.

Kyle, who had decided to join in last minute when he found out I was fighting, turned to face me from the front seat. "We match up by size," He started, but I cut him off.

"But I'm fighting Dally, right?" I asked impatiently.

"No…" He said, "You would match up better with, erm…Soda I think his name is."

"I don't want to fight Soda. He's inanimate." I said coolly.

"What?"

"Nothing…nothing…" I replied.

I would get my fight.

I threw the car door open and stepped out, hair tucked up in one of Nick's hats. Dressed like a boy, walked like a girl. I found it completely hilarious.

It wasn't long before I heard whooping and howling coming down the street. I looked to see the greasers flipping and doing acrobatics. Interesting.

By the time the greasers had arrived, we all stood in a line, my cap pulled low over my eyes. They lined up parallel to us, and, like Kyle said, I was matched up with Soda. Easy.

Bob, the biggest of our guys, circled with Darry, waiting for the other to make the first move. At first sign of a fight, I launched myself forward, meeting Soda halfway. We began wresting, trying to get the other down first. He threw the first punch, his fist entering my vision when it was too late to dodge or block. It made firm contact with my cheek. I cursed loudly and launched another attack, but Soda overpowered me, knowing me to the ground and causing my hat to fall off and my hair to scatter around my head, revealing who I was. "Laney?" He asked, his legs straddling my hips, hands pinning my shoulders to the dirt.

I spat in his face. "Yeah, what of it?" I asked. I was fuming. How had I allowed myself to be put in such a vulnerable position?!

"What are you doing here?"

"Generally it's called fighting." I replied, writhing under him, trying to get free.

His face contorted and I nearly laughed. I had never thought of using my sex to my advantage…

I gave a half smile as he repositioned himself slightly. He was thinking what I was, except for the fact that I wasn't attracted to him at all. His knees had moved between my legs and I smiled. He had let down his guard and I kicked my legs up, pulling our bodies into a somersault so I ended up on top of him, my legs straddling him and my hands pinning his shoulders.

He smiled, "Like to be on top, eh?" He asked in a low voice.

Men! "Not especially." I said. Figuring I was a girl so I could hit below the belt, I used my knee and hit him squarely in the groin.

He curled up as I pushed myself onto my feet. "Sorry darlin'," I said, "But I have bigger fish to fry."

My hunt was on now. I needed to fight. My adrenaline was rushing and my anger was seeping out of my ears!

Then I spotted him, beating the crap out of some soc I didn't remember the name of.

I leapt at him, catching him off guard, knocking him to the ground. I stood over him, a smirk playing on my lips. "Fight me Dallas." I said.

He pulled himself up and we began, exchanging blows. I knew I was going to be sore the next day.

In the distance I heard the greasers screaming that the socs were running, but I was so delusional I barely noticed. I kept at it, but my lack of sleep and food were catching up on me.

The last thing I remember was seeing Dally and hearing him call my name, his tone confused, and then blackness.