All right, well I started writing this story last year and then forgot about it and picked it up again,

Summery: Soda and Steve save a girl from being beaten by a group of socs, Only to find out that she works at the rodeo stable. When the gang becomes the victim of a framing of a murder, the girl they saved earlier offers them shelter; The Socs hearing of this do everything they can to get them sent to jail, no matter who gets in their way, but the stable hands have other things in mind

The sun was bright, and air was cool and Steve and Soda had just finished working on a car. It was a nice one to, Matt black, 65' Stingray convertible. It was having engine problems so it was dropped off for the boy's to look at. They were being paid extra, and if they did a good job, tipped.

"Did ya find out what was wrong with it?" Soda inquired coming out of the shop with two Cokes in hand; Steve was under the hood of the car.

"I think so." He climbed underneath it and started to pull. "Got it!"

"Got what?"

"The problem." He said climbing out from underneath it holding a greasy, tattered object in his hand.

"What the hell is that?" Soda jumped back at the sight of the horrid thing.

"A bird! A big one! jammed in the fan!"

"A bird? How did it get in there?" Soda said handing Steve the Coke with one hand and taking the dead bird with the other.he gave it a questioning look and then threw it in a pile of old worn out car parts.

"Who knows!"

The two started laughing about the whole idea that there was a bird in the engine of a car when a young kid ran around the corner and bumped into Soda, causing both Soda, and him, to fall over backwards. Steve tried to catch Soda before he fell to the ground, but wasn't so successful. The kid fell over and scrambled to stand back up his feet.

"Hey kid watch were you going!" Steve yelled trying to help his best friend off the ground. Soda had finally gotten up and brushed himself off. They both looked at the kid, studying him. He had a baseball cap on and a jeans jacket, he looked as if Soda had just pulled a gun on him. Soda and Steve heard shouting and directed their attention toward four or five Socs rounding the corner.

"Stop that kid!" they yelled.

"Grab that kid'!"

Steve looked back at the kid who was trying to make a break for it "Oh no ya don't!" He said grabbing his arm. "You not going anywhere!"

"No ya don't understand!" the kid yelled "Lemme go!"

"Gemme, a good reason." Steve demanded tighting his grip on the kids arm.

The Socs caught up with the kid that was squirming in Steve's arm. "I guess you Greasers are good for somthin!" The tallest guy said, Taking the kid from Steve "Thought you were smart, Hu?" He said taking the hat off. "Not as smart as us!" He threw the hat on the ground and the kid's long hair fell down, it wasn't a guy but a girl. She had long, Jet black hair.It came to her lower back, it was shinny and smooth looking, like silk, but frayed from being underneath the hat and strips of it fell in front of her face. It was parted on the side so her hair covered the left side of her face.

"If Ah aint smarter than you, how come it took ya'll three day t' findmeh hu?" She said in a feisty southern accent.

"Don't get smart!" The tallest guy said holding her arms behind her back he laughed in amusement watching her try to break free.

"What are you doin' to her?" Soda asked.

"Greasers should stick to there business! Understand!" one of the Socs came up and tried to punch Soda, The girl took advantage of the distraction and steeped on the guy's foot, then she threw her head back, smashing it against his face, crushing it. He let go to hold his face and then realized what he'd done. "Get her!" He commanded, "Don't let her get away!" The group took off after her and Soda and Steve ran after them. It wasn't long before they had her cornered. The girl curled up and braced her self for the beating she was about to receive. Just as one of the guys Drew back a fist, a hand stopped it. Soda had grabbed the guy's hand, when he turned to see who had grabbed his hand, Soda gave an evil smile and punched him in the face. Grabbing him and pushing him aside, he then grabbed another guy and punched him in the stomach, making him fall to the ground. Steve started beating up the other guys and the two successfully chased them off. Soda put his hand on the girls shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, without skipping a beat, she balled up her right fist, pulled it back, and rammed it into his cheek, delivering a hard right hook. Soda held his face in surprise.

"What's the matter with you!" Steve yelled while holding on to Soda'sshoulders "We just saved your life, and you do this?"

"Ahm, So, so sorry!" She cried, "Ah didn't mean to!" The girl put her hand up to her mouth, and closed her eyes. "Ah, ah didn't see, Ah, ahm sorry!"

"It's, it's okay." Soda said rubbing his cheek. It was gonna be brused and he knew it.

Steve looked at him like he'd killed someone. "You feelin' okay buddy?"

"Yeah! After all it was just self-defense! Right?" The girl nodded and the two of them looked at her. Her eyes were wild, it reminded them of Johnny. The only difference was that her eyes were bright blue, an Icy blue, a blue that looked as if they were colder that ice them selves, but they were not hard, just colored that way.her eyes held fear, a deep fear, just as Johnny's had.Soda wanted to ask her name, ask her where she lived, anything, but before he could figure out what to say, she pushed her way though them, and ran off. Soda shook his head.

"What was that about?" Steve said scratching his small side burns.

"We may never know!" Soda answered.

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Didja like it? I hope so!

Her Accent is suttle, only being pronounced in the words I Ah/ Me Mhe/ My Mhy...Etc... the rest is southen slang