Okay, people, an update from ME! Ah, a long weekend...maybe I'll get a chance to update this as fast as I did when I was first starting out.

And thank you's (of course):

AngryPrincess13: Ah, yes, the short and sweet review!

Miss cheerful: Oh yes, I haven't forgot about that...I wonder if anyone else noticed? Anywho, that part was actually going to turn into a little chat between the Angie and Johnny, but I decided to make you guys wait! I don't know if it'll be in this chapter, but I promise, it will come up eventually (when the time is right).

SqUiDsLiLpYrO: lol, I'm glad I could give your computer a little satisfaction! And I'm wonderful...yay! I'd try to do a split right now, but that'd probably freak out my family...

Mrs.sodapopcurtis: Hmm...caramel...Well, I was just wondering what certain people would taste like if they were an ice cream flavor (based on mostly skin tone, and a little bit of personality) and I just thought that caramel would be perfect for Johnny: not quite so flashy and common as fudge, or butterscotch, or the over used vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry...okay, now I'm hungry.

Vincenza: Hmm...I wasn't exactly going for sweet when I started out, but then it just turned out that way! I'm glad, 'cause I love sweetness! SWEET SWEET SWEET! My new favorite word!

MysteriousMaidenOfDarkness: 'tis quite surprising what a little bit o' the ol' sneaky-peek can do to someone! Hmm...I wonder what it could do to Johnny...but I won't do that, maybe in another fic...do I smell an interview with our favorite greasers coming around the corner? Well, ya can't smell it, but you get the point! Hmm...I'll have to write that down and post it up here sometime! Wait a minute–what the hell am I talking about?! I'm too busy with both of my stories to be worrying about this one!

Fragile-Ego: lol, I'm glad you finally read it! P.S. "Forgotten Past", big baaaby! (Okay, very strange thing to say considering it's me)

Ponyboys-girl3: LOL! Yeah, the part w/ Steve and Soda laughing about the whole "Natasha don't leave me!" thing was actually something that I succeeded in laughing myself to sleep about just the night before, and continued laughing about when it was writing it! Hmm...blackmail could be useful in this situation...

Streetpanther1: Yeah, yeah, yeah! I'm glad you like my story!

Weirdsista: You love it you love it! Yayyy! I have fans! I'm a happy seafoam-colored bunny!

Hey now, that's 10 whole reviews for one chapter! Okay, I didn't mean to take up this much space with just thank-you's but they're important too! Alright, today was a really poopy-smelling day (lol!), and in all my wallowing over my big big crush (who hasn't talked to me in like, 2 weeks ON PURPOSE when we used to talk every single day!!! :( ), I came up with some good ideas for the story!–And oh yeah, I've decided to mix a bit of my other story in to this, since they're pretty much going on at around the same time...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot and Angelina and Natasha and the other stuff that is so blindingly cool! (But not as cool as S.E. Hinton!) I also do not own the five songs in this chapter–"I Cried" by the Starlighters, "Tears On M Pillow" by Little Anthony and the Imperials, "Crying Over You" by the Nobells, "Your Way" by the Zircons, and "I Only Have Eyes for You" by the Flamingos.

Chapter 12: Broken Hearts

(Angelina)

Hangovers.

They're evil, just so you know. I had one just yesterday and man, was I a sick puppy...thankfully, Johnny came over and made sure I was feeling okay and everything. Well, of course, I was not, but it was still nice to have him there.

Now it's a cursed Monday morning and I'm walking down a dimly lit hallway towards my physical science classroom. I'm good at physical science...in fact, I would declare myself as great, but I'm absolutely terrible at turning in homework; therefore, I am now failing the course. Well, it's not like I don't try or something, 'cause I really do. It's just...I don't know.

Well, anyways, so I was walking through the halls and I spotted Johnny leaning against Ponyboy's locker, shaking (which is a signal that he's laughing) at something Steve was saying to him–at Two-Bit's expense, judging by the look on his face.

I wandered over slowly, trying to hide my excitement to see Johnny, which had been bubbling up inside of me for quite a while now.

"Um...hey, Johnny," I muttered, setting my back against an adjacent locker. Johnny had already told me what had happened on Saturday night, and let me tell you, it certainly wasn't the most comforting thing...but I still got the notion he was leaving some parts out... Just as I thought I'd overcome being so shy around him, something like that has to happen.

He turned at the sound of his name and gave me a timid smile, wrapping his arms around me momentarily We were both a little nervous about doing anything of the sort right in front of the guys, but it still was nice, despite how awkward it seemed.

"Aww," began Two-Bit teasingly, "our little Johnny's gr–"

But before he could even finish, Johnny shot back, "Ah, shutcha trap, Keith. At least I ain't gotta get on my knees and beg like you an' Natasha."

There was pure silence in which my face began to burn mercilessly. Steve raised his eyebrows, Ponyboy looked at Johnny with a grin that made him look identical to Soda, and Two-Bit just looked as if the statement hadn't registered yet in his mind. Then, the whole hallway just about fell in shambles as the three of them (the odd ball being "Keith") erupted in laughter.

Johnny also leaned back on the locker beside me and encircled my shoulders with his left arm, grinning.

"God, Angie," the five of us turned to see a tall, blonde Soc walking by us slowly, surrounded by two other girls of the same type. "I didn't know you went for such trash." She began walking away a little faster at the sight of the guys I was with, who were now glaring at her. And without thinking, I yelled right back at her retreating figure, "Yeah? Well, at least I'm not a bratty, spoiled, slut!"

Now, the four eyes were staring at me, evidently surprised at my choice of words.

"Who was that?" was all Ponyboy could manage to say.

I sighed heavily and shifted my books to my other arm, "Just this girl I used to talk to...Lee."

Pony couldn't even respond, he just kept staring past my right ear.

"And I don't know what happens to be so surprising about what I said."

He didn't hear that either. Johnny motioned behind me and I turned around, meeting eyes with a startled-looking black girl who looked about a year younger than me, around Pony's age.

"Um...hi," I said, not quite knowing what to say. It's rather strange to see a colored girl and Ponyboy staring at each other for no apparent reason, if you know what I mean.

Her glazed almond eyes fell on me, and she mumbled a hello.

"Hey Jackie," exclaimed Pony, sounding far, far too eager. I looked back at him to find his eyes widening as they roamed the floor below us.

"Well, I gotta go," she said, sounding a little confused at the silence taking over the group, and headed off in the opposite direction.

I stared after, still bewildered at what had just happened, "Okay, what was that all about?"

Ponyboy just flushed (there seemed to be a lot of that these days) and hurried off, just the way that the girl, Jackie, had.

Johnny turned to me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, "I'll see ya." He began jogging to catch up to his best friend.

I shrugged and said bye to the smirking Two-Bit and Steve and headed into class.

Lunch (right after third period)

I stood outside, sitting on a brick wall, waiting for Two-Bit and Natasha to join me.

After about ten minutes, I saw Natasha making her way over to me across the courtyard.

"Hey, where's Two-Bit?" I asked looking around, expecting Two-Bit to be around somewhere nearby.

"How should I know?" She asked, her eyes widening, and quickly shoving some french fries in her mouth. I just smirked, having been filled in on the two's intimate actions the other night by Steve and Johnny.

"Oh yeah," she said, finishing off the fries, "and I got a note for you."

She fumbled around in her pockets for a while, finally pulling out a crumpled slip of paper and handing it to me.

I don't think our relationship's working out. I just don't know

what I ever saw in you. I guess this mean's it's over, so bye.

–Johnny.

I read it over a million times, before re-crumpling it and putting it in my purse absent-mindedly.

"What it say," asked Natasha eagerly.

I just continued to stare ahead, running the words of the note over and over in my mind.

"Angie?" Natasha touched my arm, appearing concerned.

"He..." I still couldn't believe it. I'd only talked to human hour ago, "He broke up with me."

She was quiet for a long while, then she put an arm around me, reminding me of Johnny just this morning. I shrugged her off and she looked a little hurt, but I ignored it. I couldn't believe it.

We spent the rest of the period in absolute silence, jumping when the bell rang for fourth period.

"Umm..." she sounded unusually uncomfortable for the first time around me, "Are you gonna be okay?"

I nodded determinedly and gathered my books, heading off to fourth period...

Wait, Johnny's in that class...He didn't even have the damn guts to tell me face to face. I shook my head, trying to tell myself it just wasn't real. But as soon as I walked into class and noticed his absence from the seat beside me, all reality came rushing into my heart, declaring the worst to be.

The whole class period, I kept my eyes on the drawn patterns on my desk, not saying anything unless I was spoken to. I could feel the tears about to fall, but thankfully, the bell rang, and I just about ran out of the door.

I wiped away the tears stubbornly, determined to keep my cool.

I walked home that afternoon–that is, after I'd already waited fifteen minutes for Two-Bit and Johnny to get a ride home by reflex.

The whole house felt unusually cold that day and I hurried to my room, which was always a little warmer than the others. I laid down underneath the comforter, turned on the radio beside my bed, and waited for the cure we love to call music to fill my ears.

Last night I went to bed and I laid my head down my pillow then my tears began to flow

Oh god, I thought and turned the station quickly.

You don't remember me, but I remember you. 'Twas not so long ago you broke my heart in two.

(Turned the station)

If I only had you...my life would be so blue. I'd cry all day...

(Turned the station)

You always will remember. You never will forget the one you love...

(Turned the station)

...for you dear. I don't know if we're in a garden. Or on a crowded avenue.

I gave up and just let the tears fall as the song that Johnny had dedicated to me just two days ago played for what seemed like years...

Apparently I had drifted off because when I woke up, the blankets were tucked all around me and the light in my room, along with the radio, was turned off. I stood up and threw on a jacket and ventured into the living room.

"Mom?"

My mother peeked out from behind the kitchen doorway.

"I'm gonna go for a little walk, alright?"

She nodded, but told me to make sure to be back before dinner.

The temperature did not change much as I stepped out into the open. I just stood there for a while, staring at the vacant lot, finally heading over there. My stomach was all in knots and it felt as if a golf ball had settled itself in my throat. I sat down in front of a pile of ashes, which still contained some embers in it. It was so silent that for a moment I thought I had gone deaf. My eyes wandered over to the Curtis residence and for a moment, I considered going there, but I immediately refused the urge. Johnny would probably be there.

Johnny...

Suddenly, a hand grabbed me under the arms and hauled me to my feet. I searched for the owner fo the strong grip, frantically struggling against it.

"Well, well," a scheming voice said from somewhere behind me, obviously not that of whoever was holding me.

I struggled even more after realizing the fact that there was probably more than just two of them.

"It seems we meet again, Grease."

And at that moment, a face I had only seen once–once too much–came into view.

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