A/N: YAY! My writers block has officially dissolved and I have my so, so lovely fans and reviewers to thank for that! I'm going to update all of my stories because I HATE it when people abandon stories and I would absolutely hate to hate myself, if that makes any sense. I'm going to deepen the summary because if I don't think it explains enough, how will my fans? I'm sorry, all of those who reviewed any and all of my stories and I bid you ado! Also, I made a mistake by saying that all of my stories but this are SLASH's because NONE of my stories are SLASH's and I have Fragile-Ego to thank for that! THANK YOU!

SUMMARY: Darry is given the chance to go to college in a special program but that means that Sodapop and Ponyboy will have to go live with their only living relatives, Grandma and Pappy Banks, their mother's Soc parents from Pennsylvania for the two years it will take Darry to graduate. Although Pony and Soda are happy to be away from the Soc vs. Grease wars raging in Tulsa, Oklahoma, they soon discover themselves missing their home, their friends and their oldest brother. But worst of all they learn that where Soc's are, Greasers are sure to follow…

Fragile-Ego: Ha, ha! Sorry form that slight confusion. NONE of my stories are SLASH's, nor is this one! Hope you review all of my chapters soon! Well, umm… THANKS AGAIN!

switchchick: Hey, thanks much! I'll update this and Gone With The Wind just for ya! I must give credit to you for this chapter because you assisted in breaking my writers block, so this chapter is dedicated to you! (Whooopee!)

Chapter 4: Switchchick's Dedication

Ponyboy's Point of View

Later that night Soda and I were forced to go to bed at nine o' clock because grandma said 'that we needed our sleep' and that 'it wasn't her fault that our brother let us stay up to un-godly hours of the night' which gave me and Soda a good laugh; we kind of thought it was funny how overly Christian old people were. I mean, sure, I believe in god, but Soda didn't and I wasn't too wild about the whole Christian thing either.

It was even worse that night because we had to share a friggin' room with that girl and we hadn't even gotten a chance to meet her yet. When we had gotten here, pappy had said that she was upstairs reading ('Like usual…' he had grumbled) but when we went into the room it was empty and the window was flung wide open, plus it would be easy to climb onto the roof and slide down; an easy escape.

There were plenty of rooms for us to have each had our own but grandma went grumbling about how she 'didn't want more rooms to have to clean', so we were stuck here with this girl that we knew nothing about except that grandma and pappy talked about her like a friggin' investment and that she was supposedly Dally's sister and was also supposedly a 'real' trouble maker, which I highly doubted as how the old people thought that Sodapop was a friggin' demon out of hell even though he was the nicest guy I knew around, anywhere.

"This is stupid." Soda was saying as he furiously threw his clothing and such into an empty dresser drawer. I thought to myself that I would have to label the dresser drawers as to which one was mine and which one was Eva's because even though I hadn't meant to go snooping about, when I checked for a free drawer I saw jeans and shirts that would've fit me and she seemed to wear guy's underwear and no bra's which Soda got a kick out of, but there was no hair grease in sight.

"I know, but just think, no more fucking fights." Soda stared at me strangely because I never swore, and when I did, I never said the word 'fuck' because if I did, Darry would probably hit me one upside the head. Darry had never hit me except for the night I came home late, but he would slap me upside the head when I cursed.

"Yeah, I suppose so." Soda said with a sigh, shutting the dresser drawer and laying back on his bed. Soda and I had pushed our beds together so that we could sleep next to each other so that my nightmares wouldn't act up and give grandma and pappy something more to complain about. It seemed lucky to me that at least the three of us had separate beds, even though the room situation were settled.

Just then, we heard a faint curse from out on the roof and a dark figure came crashing through the open window with a laugh. The figure stood up and observed us closely before absently pulling off a black leather jacket and revealing a regular white tee shirt that had the words 'President Johnson Is A Fascist Pig' written on it with a black marker.

"So, you must be ol' Dally's friends, huh?" the figure I guessed was Eva asked as she turned around and fixed her hair in the mirror. I noticed that on the back of her shirt a brown peace sign was painted on and some people had signed their names in pen next to the peace sign.

"Yeah, I'm Ponyboy Curtis." I told her, sitting next to Sodapop who had sat up at that time. He was looking Eva over in bewilderment and I figured that he was wondering the same thing as me; 'is she a girl?'

"And I'm his brother, Sodapop." Soda said to her as she turned around. Her hair was nothing like Dally's; it was almost black it was so brown and although her eyes were the same icy blue as Dal's had been, hers reminded me more of Christmas then they did of freezing to death in them. She had a warm and friendly face and it wasn't as poised as Dallas's had been but it did have a slight edge to it and bright freckles glowed in the light against her face.

"I'm Evangeline, but call me Eva, alright?" she told us. We both nodded our heads and watched as she popped an album onto a brand-new looking record player. The Beatles came on but it was okay; the song wasn't too bad. The song This Boy was playing and I noticed that Soda was gently tapping his foot and probably remembering the time that Dally had (believe it or not) commented on how much he liked this song.

I let out a slight sigh at the thought of Dally and Johnny but I looked back up at Eva. One other thing I quickly observed about her was that even though she wasn't wearing a bra, she looked to need one.

Eva must've noticed me looking her over because she turned away and sat on her bed, giggling a bit. Sodapop stood up and announced that he was going to go find a bathroom and so it was just Eva, the four Beatles, and me: John, Paul, George and Ringo, the damn bastards…

"So, how old are ya?" Eva asked me absent-mindedly, turning to face me and twiddling with her hair; she did look girlier that way, but she also looked like she had her mind on other things.

"Fifteen." I replied shortly to her. I would have given anything to know what the hell she was thinking about right then. "Why didn't I ever hear about you before?" I asked her, cocking one eyebrow, "And how come you look nuthin' like ol' Dally?"

She turned to face me and observed me, almost curiously like and then she stood up and did something unexpected: she kneeled down to my level on the bed and kissed me. I felt myself kissing her back, but I couldn't help myself.

She pulled away after a minute and whispered almost seductively, "Well, that's cause Dally wasn't my brother; I was just his best friend… with privileges, though…"