When I woke up on Sunday morning I had actually forgot about what had happened in the past two days. I got up and began to walk over to Soda and Pony's room to crawl into bed with them, like I did every Sunday morning then it dawned on me what had happened.

Frozen in the hall I bit my lip. I instead went into the bathroom and immediately went into the shower. I stood there dumbfounded for I don't know how long when I finally decided that instead of just standing there making myself miserable with my thoughts just to get out of there and go get changed.

Wrapping a towel around me I slowly walked back into my room and locked my door. I don't know why but today I felt like wearing a skirt. I'm a bit sorry to say this skirt was well greaser girl short. I didn't think I looked bad in it though. I mean I liked the skirt but unfortunately it well was a skirt that makes guys think you really are a greaser girl.

Tying my wet hair up high and pulling on a t-shirt I unlocked my door and slowly made my way down the stairs. To be honest I wasn't really awake yet. My eyes were drooping shut and like most Sunday mornings I made a lot of noise coming downstairs. Darry often said it was dangerous as more than once I've actually kind of forgotten to step…yes I know its stupid but well I was never awake when it happened. Yet again today was no different.

"Jesus Christ Pixie Curtis would you shut up!" Two-Bit snapped.

I was sitting on my butt on the ground after pretty much forgetting to step. Most people would ask if you were alright but no not him. He had to tell me to shut up. I could see through to the lounge where I think he was sleeping off a hangover. This really annoyed me.

"No I wont," I snapped back slowly standing up, my legs hurt…falling down stairs really does hurt you know. "It's my house and it's almost ten o'clock,"

"I don't care," he grumbled rubbing his eyes.

I glared at him and marched into the lounge. "And it's hardly my fault that whilst all of us were home last night worrying about Ponyboy and Johnny you decide to go get yourself drunk. That's your own damn fault so go sleep it off at your own house."

"What's up your ass today?" Two-Bit said pulling a face. "Ain't I allowed to drink?"

"I don't give a shit whether you drink or not Matthews but in case you haven't noticed my baby brother is missing!" I cried out with annoyance.

Two-Bit rolled his eyes. "Yeah doesn't mean you should go about waking up people, Jesus Christ Pixie its plain rude." Then he looked at me closely. "Why the hell are you dressed like such a slut?"

"You can't talk about rude!" I began then I realized what he said and my mouth gaped open. "Excuse me? Did you just call me a slut?"

"Perhaps, you look like one," he replied smirking.

"So it's alright to call me a slut when you probably were with a real one last night, I bet you didn't call that bimbo a slut," I spat out.

"No I didn't, 'cause she's not one. Unlike you, I bet you gave it to Jason just like he asked,"

"You -" but before I could finish someone grabbed me and clamped a hand over my mouth.

"Two-Bit you know she's not a slut," I heard Sodapop say angrily from behind me, so he was the one with a hand over my mouth. Oops and to think I was considering biting the person… "Would you two stop bickering for once and say sorry to each other? You're like a pair of three year olds."

I pushed Sodapop away from me and walked into the kitchen and I heard Two-Bit cuss me. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the kitchen table. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the table putting my hands over the back of my head.

"You two really are like an old married couple," Sodapop announced scraping the chair along the lino. Ugh I hated that noise and he knew it. Evil. "You need counseling."

I sat upright and glared at him. "We are not like an old married couple! People who marry love each together!" I cried out. "And him! You heard what he said!"

Sodapop just smirked at me and said nothing. I sighed loudly why must every guy I know see the pure joy in either annoying the hell out of me or watching me freak out? Honestly it's at times like this I really, really want mom back. She'd have stuck up for me.

"Is it ever quiet in here in the damn morning?" Darry grumbled walking over to the coffeepot.

"'Fraid not brother dear," I told him crossing my arms across my chest. "It's the way of Curtis life,"

"You know we really need to lock you in your room at night," Darry told us a smile playing on his lips.

I stared at him. "Why?"

"Because you're a danger to yourself,"

"I am not!" I protested whilst my twin laughed at me. "How?"

"Erm lets see," Sodapop said thoughtfully, "You just fell down the stairs!" he laughed.

I had to smile. "That is not my fault."

"Whose fault then?" Sodapop asked curiously.

"My feet's," I grinned.

Darry shook his head and muttered something like 'She truly is one of a kind' before disappearing into the lounge to find his paper. Now that is a weird habit. Not even our dad did that! Sodapop had stopped laughing at me and discovered the cake, which he was now devouring. It does nothing for your stomach let me guarantee you watching him eat that.

Pulling a face I started to stand up and go into the lounge room when I realized that he was there. And I refused to be in the same room as him, breathing the same air as him until he apologized first. Because I did not totally insult him. He insulted me so therefore he should apologize first. Sighing slightly I sat back down and put my head on the table closing my eyes, at least this way I didn't have to see Soda eat it. But ew, I could hear him. Honestly I swear mom and dad skipped out on teaching them manners sometimes!

"Hey Pixie," Sodapop suddenly said swallowing the cake in his mouth; well I sure hope he did. Cos of it was still in there I think I'm going to throw up! "Pixie?"

"Yeah?" I asked lifting my head up cautiously. Phew the cake was all gone…in what two minutes!

"Do you really think Dallas knows?" he asked in a low voice.

I nodded and bit my lip. "Oh Sodapop he has to know," I told him staring my twin in the eye. "I mean Soda who would you go to if you killed someone? I mean you'd hardly come to any of us,"

"I know," Soda said sighing slightly. "So you think they really killed that soc?"

I shrugged slightly and heard myself sigh. "I don't believe either could for fun. Soda they must've been jumped." I said feeling the pit of my gut feel heavier all of a sudden. "If they didn't they'd have been back. Pony wouldn't just leave us, he's not like that."

"I guess,"

"Look Dallas knows," I said quietly. "I'm still deciding whether or not that's a good thing but whatever way he knows where Ponyboy and Johnnycake is Soda. We just need to break him," I said my eyes flashing with worry.

Sodapop nodded slightly. "Yeah well Pixie he might not,"

"Soda!" I said my mouth open slightly. "You don't think he knows?"

"I don't know," Soda told me. "But it doesn't mean I'm just gonna believe what you do," My mouth dropped open even more and Sodapop continued. "I mean I know someone knows, but he might not know as much as you think Pixie, so just lay off him,"

"But he knows!" I protested feeling my voice get a little louder.

Sodapop nodded. "Yeah something, what we don't know. Just don't go messing with him Pix,"

"Why?" I demanded getting a bit annoyed with him. Sodapop was the most likely of my brothers to get me listening to him but this was a lot more serious than whose making dinner or washing the dishes. "He knows where our little brother is! Ponyboy is missing!"

"Stop freaking out," Sodapop said sounding irritatingly calm. "I'm worried too but I don't want you getting yourself involved in this, let me deal with it."

"It's not up to you," I hissed, my eyes narrowed.

Sodapop just looked at me grimly, "I don't care. I'm telling you not to get involved, please Pixie just listen, I don't need this," he practically begged me. "I don't want to lose you as well."

My hardened expression dropped and I looked at him with worry. "Sodapop we're not going to lose Ponyboy like mom and dad, don't worry."

"I didn't mean that," he said avoiding my eyes and standing up.

"What?" I asked worriedly and curiously at the same time. "Soda what's happened?" I asked him reaching for his hand before he could leave me alone in here.

Soda didn't want to face me in the eye but I had his hand and he wouldn't get rough with me and tug away, well I didn't think so at least. Not now since this wasn't fun and games.

"It doesn't matter okay?" Sodapop said slipping his hand out of mine. "Just worry about Ponyboy okay Pixie? You just do that,"

I watched Sodapop walk away. I considered walking after him but I figured that if he was desperate for me to know he wouldn't have exactly walked away from me now would he? I sighed slightly perhaps this was what he was talking with Darry about on Friday night when I'd come home from the movies. God Friday seemed like years ago…I closed my eyes and suddenly began to pray in my head.

I wanted Ponyboy and Johnny to be safe, to be fine. For Dally to tell us. For Soda to stop being miserable as it was so unlike him. Even for me and Two-Bit to stop bickering. I just wanted everything to be alright again. I'd never complain about how boring my life was if I could just go back to Friday. If only I could.