Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it.

Rating: PG-13

Author Notes: Grr! I can't think of anything, so sorry if all of this sucks. I'm experiencing writer's block right now, and I'm trying desperately to get past it.

Anyway, here's the fic.

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

'Now what? Dallas already knows. This sucks. And . . . I'm a bit scared to go back home. I mean, seriously, is my dad really going to welcome me back with open arms? It's like he's given me up. But who'd do that . . .?' I thought pretty hard about it. Well, harder than I thought before, anyway. I decided that I'd have to do the one thing I only experienced in my nightmares:

Become a greaser.

"WHAT!" my jaw hung as I listened to what Soda was saying. "I have to . . .?"

"It's the only way to fit in," Darry told me. By then, I'd already memorized their names. I'm pretty good with memorizing things.

"Fit in?"

"It ain't like you're goin' back to that Soc house any time soon," Dally said smoothly, grinning at me. I could tell that he was enjoying this. He let our whole conversation slip and ended up telling everyone. I felt like a jerk.

I glared at him. "Well . . ."

"Well," Two-Bit cut in, "You should lose those stupid madras first." He said 'stupid' real calmly, like 'stupid' and 'madras' were supposed to go together. I tried not to look offended, even though I wanted to tear him limb from limb.

"What'm I s'posed to wear, then?" I asked, trying to make them feel as bad as they made me.

"Clothes—duh!" Two-Bit blurted out, and the others laughed. They were unaffected completely.

"And grow my hair?" This all seemed really stupid to me. I just wanted to go back home and hang out with the guys. Everything I felt yesterday seemed to have gone. I mean, I don't dwell on things. I'm a Soc, anyway. I can 'make a decision' one day and forget it completely the next. It was just the way I was.

"Yessir!" Two-Bit grinned crazily enough to make me grin back.

"You're crazy . . ."

"Yessir, he is!" Steve exclaimed.

"Hey!"

"He was just tellin' the truth!" Dallas told Two-Bit, who tackled Steve to the ground.

'Great,' I thought, 'The only sane people here other than me are Dallas, Ponyboy, and Darry.' And there was a problem with that, because Dallas and Darry scared me.

By that time, Darry had tossed me some clothes, which were probably Soda's. I sighed, and trudged toward the bathroom. This was the beginning of something new, and there was no forgetting it tomorrow.

The guys were looking at me, faces red. Two-Bit was biting on his lower lip and I could tell he was holding his breath. It looked like he was going to laugh or something, but he tried to turn it into a cough, which actually came out as a snort.

"What?" I asked dully. "I look stupid."

"You do not!" Steve told me, trying to hold back laughter. "You look like one of us, so you can't look stupid!"

I glanced back into the mirror. Shit. I did look like a greaser. 'Great. Just great.'

I was wearing a pretty worn-out white t-shirt, which was kind of faded and had an extremely light gray blotch on it. Over that, I wore a blue plaid shirt, and to top it all off, worn out and faded jeans. I went to looking rich to looking poor in at least 5 minutes tops.

"Wait!" Soda blurted out, "He's missing something!"

"What now?" I growled, trying to intimidate him. But it didn't work. My Soc-ness was completely lost.

"Hair grease!"

"No way!" I stepped away from them. I was not ready to look like a real greaser.

"You have to! All greasers wear hair grease!" Two-Bit was grinning like he was drunk. Actually, it was hard for me to tell if he was drunk or not.

"Dally doesn't!"

"Who cares? You need to!"

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. I was stuck. There was no way out. So, I let them grease my hair while I flinched about a thousand times. I kept saying, "Shit" over and over again, so I think that's why they put a whole lot.

"Damn you," I growled after they were done.

All they said was, "You're welcome!"

"Anyway," Soda began, "There's this party goin' on—greasers only."

"Are you sure we should bring him?" Steve asked. "I mean, he'll find out our secret plans . . ." I couldn't tell what he was talking about. But a party seemed good to me, plus, I could find out the 'secret plans'.

Two-Bit grinned at Steve. "Yeah, our secret plans that only us greasers know about!"

I saw Dallas roll his eyes. 'Are there really secret plans?' I thought.

This was how these guys turned me into a greaser in a day. They dragged me into a greaser party this way. And also, their secret plan turned out to be stupid—really stupid.

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Author Notes: I can't really think of what to write at the moment. x x; Sorry if you thought it was stupid. Well, they turned David into a greaser. O o; It's the end of the world. XD

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