It was the day after my episode with Josh and I was at the Dx working on an old beat-up truck. The wires in it were fried, the battery deader than dead, and the ribbons were worn down. These were just a few of the problems. The guy that brought it in told me it was for his kid and he wanted me to fix it up the best I could. Money was not a problem.

So I was doing what the man asked of me and fixing it. I had been spending the whole day working on it on taking a break to eat a sandwich that Katie brought me.

Apparently she and Dally spent all night together. No, they didn't sleep with each other they mostly talked and end up falling asleep on Dal's bed.

I was singing along with the Radio when I saw Soda walk in though the garage door.

"Hey," I yelled to him getting a socket wrench from the red tool box.

"Hey. We need to talk," Soda said leaning against the truck.

"Is it important I am trying to get this truck finished by tonight?" I said tighten some screws up.

"Yea it is. It was about what happened last night," I stopped in the middle of my tightening up the last screw and turned my head to Soda, who looked solemn.

"He told you didn't he," not really asking but stating a fact.

"Yea it's a shame I have to hear this from my best friend instead of my sister," I set the socket wrench on a red rag that was laying on the rim of the front car and grabbed a blue rag to wipe the grease off my hands.

"I didn't think it was that important," I lied standing against the lift.

"Not important. M.k. twenty year old guys tried to take advantage of you and Katie and you say that it wasn't that important." I looked down at the ground feeling ashamed of myself.

"I just didn't want to worry you and Darry," I finally spoke. Soda wrapped his arm around me and gave me a hug. I hugged him back and told him it won't happen again and that I will be more careful.

"I know it baby girl," pulling away from Soda I asked if we could not tell Darry.

"M.k. I don't know," I begged Soda not to tell. He finally caved in after five minutes of begging.

"Yea now if you'll excuse me I have a beat-up pick up to work on," Soda stayed awhile and helped me with the truck.

I decided that I was gonna stop by Tim Shepard's. Apparently he got out of reformatory school. I didn't have a car with me so I had to walk there. I hate the fact that I am fifteen and Darry won't let me drive. If only he knew what I did almost every Friday night.

I was knocking on the gray front door of the Shepard house. I turned my head toward the street waiting for some one to answer the door. Hearing a sound of a door opening I turned around to see Mrs. Shepard. She was dressed up in her nurse's outfit.

"Hello M.k. it's nice to see you Tim is up in his room," I smiled at her and greeted Mrs. Shepard. I find it odd how Tim, Curly, and Angela are the way they are yet they have the most sweetest mother I have ever met. Mrs. Shepard often reminds me of my own mother.

I walked into Tim's room and saw on him on his bed with his eyes closed. It's amazing how he can still look so tough even in his sleep. I ran and jumped on his bed barely missing him.

Tim quickly jerked up and looked around confused. I laughed so hard I fell on the floor. I calmed down after a while still having a grin on my face.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty," Tim glared at me and pounced on me. I didn't expect that so I didn't have time to react. Tim was straddling my waist and tickling me.

We were pulled out of tickling fest when Two-bit and Steve appeared in the door way.

Getting up off the floor with Tim's help I saw Steve looking calm. Not a good sign.

"I got to get going Tim. I just came to scar the hell out of you and welcome back," giving Tim a quick hug I left the house and started to walk home.

I heard a car behind me turning around I saw that it was just Steve. I waited for him to pull up next to me to let me in the car. He pulled up, but instead got out of the car.

"We need to talk," Steve said towering over me.

"About what," I asked innocently casual.

"What is going on between us," Steve motioned with his hand.

"There is no us Steve. There is a you and a Molly though," I told him. I started to walk away from him. He grabbed my forearm and pulled me back to him.

"Stop it. I am trying to talk to you about what is going on between us and you keep walking away,"

"What aren't you understanding? There is no us," I told him getting angry.

"So then what the hell was that kiss at the dance off and the almost kiss last night," Steve yelled getting frustrated.

"It was nothing," I told him looking away from Steve. I didn't really mean it.

"You don't mean that. If it was nothing then why is there tension between you and me," Steve forced me to look him in the face, "If you mean what you just said then say it to my face,"

I couldn't I pulled myself away from his grasp. "I knew it don't lie to me M.k. you know there is something,"

I yelled as loud as I could that there was nothing. "Can't you understand there can't be anything between us? You already established that the night of the dance off. You said that you didn't want yourself to like me. Well, here is an idea. We don't talk to each other. Only when we have to ok. I stay away from you and you do the same for me," I felt the tears weld up in my eyes.

I ran as far as I could away from Steve. I am breaking the promise I made with my father after he got in a fight with his now dead brother, to never run from my problems.