a/n: I am so sorry that it took so long to get this up, I have had a lot to trouble with it and also I had a lot of stuff going on with school. So here you go, enjoy.
Also, italic phrases means peoples thoughts.


Isabel's P.O.V

I opened the door and stepped into the house. Alex was sitting in the living room holding a bottle of beer in his hand. 'Since when do mom and dad let him drink?' I thought to myself.

"Hey." I said walking into the room and sitting down next to him on the couch

"Hey." He said as he stared, blankly into space

"Where are mom and dad?"

"Out." he lifted the bottle up to his lips and took a large swig from it.

God what is wrong with him lately? He is never this cold towards me, and we always get along so well. Sure, we fought, but that's what is generally expected between siblings, he's never treated me like this!

"What is going on with you?" I demanded.

"What?" he asked, looking at me for the first time since I had gotten home.

"You haven't been acting like yourself lately, what is going on with you?" I pressed further.

"Nothing, but let me ask you something." He turned his head toward me. "How would you feel if I was going out with someone that you knew could really ruin my life?"

"Well, I would tell you, of course. What kind of a sister do you take me for?" I said indignantly, wondering where he was going with this.

"What kind of a brother do you take me for?" he slurred. At this point I was beyond confusion.

"What the hell do you mean?" I almost yelled.

"It's Ponyboy...he's not like us." Alex smirked.

"What do you mean, not like us?" I stood and placed my hands on my hips, my eyes brimming with tears.

"I mean, he's a greaser." Alex said coldly. I didn't like the tone in his voice, it spelled trouble.

"Shut up Alex, he's one of my friends. I really like him."

"Then make new friends. You've done it before." He took another swig of beer.

"You know, just because you don't like him doesn't mean that he's not a good person." With that I ran up to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

Pony is a good person, and I know he really cares about me...and that is all that really matters.

Pony's P.O.V

As I walked up the path, I could already hear the TV blasting and Two-bit's laughter. I walked into the house to see Soda, Two-bit, and Steve lazing around on the couch.

Surprise, surprise.

"So, how did it go?" asked Soda, getting up and rustling my hair. I fought off his hand and dodged out of the way.

"Good." I nearly whispered.

"Did you run into any trouble?" He asked protectively. Darry was really rubbing off on him.

"No." I replied simply.

"That's good." He murmured, sitting back down on the couch.

"So, runt, did you get any action?" Steve asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I could sense all eyes on me. I felt all my blood rush to my cheecks.

"Just a kiss." I whispered, not looking up

"Tongue?" Two-bit threw in, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

"No!" I exclaimed, stepping back angrily.

"Well why the hell not!" Two-Bit whined.

"Two-bit!" I paused, my cheeks growing redder still. "It's our first date."

"So...?"

"So, that aint something I'm going to do on a first date."

"Why? I would." He gave Steve a high-five, and they both broke out laughing.

"Exactly." Me and Soda said simultaneously.

"Don't get mouthy with me Pony." Two-bit drawled. I could tell he was half crocked.

"Lay off Two-bit, it's his first date." Darry yelled form the kitchen.

"Naw, he's been on plenty of dates." Soda said, trying to stick up for me.

"Yeah, but just doubles and maybe picking up some girls at the dingo, but never a real date." I said indignantly, suddenly wondering why I had thought mentioning that would help the situation.

"Whatever you say, your highness." Soda got off the couch and bowed. I let out a strangled yell and pounced on him, wrestling him to the floor.

"Shoot Pony," Soda said between gasps, "You should go on dates more often. You aint usually this strong." He let out a few puffs of laughter.

"Quit gabbing Soda or it'll be your head." I yelled triumphantly, putting him into a headlock.

"I SURRENDER!" he choked, letting go of my hair. I dropped his head real quick and hopped up, dusting myself off.

"Hey, maybe I will go on more dates." I said fixing my hair back behind my ears. "So you better watch it, or else." I slapped Soda lightly on the shoulder. We both flopped down on the couch, and I lit up a cigarette, deaf to Darry's constant moaning about it.

All the while I couldn't help thinking…will I be going on another date with Isabel?

A shriek of Two-bit's laughter interrupted my thoughts before I could dream up a good answer.

A/N: I am sooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry it took so long to update. I want to thank all of you guys that have stuck with me, and next time I will really try to get the next chapter written faster.