So yeah, I have a lot of this already written. Just like a couple reviews before I update. :)

Disclaimer: only own the book and DVDs, gimme a break. Well, the plot and the OCs too.

Samantha rapped on the door, though the need to do so was unnecessary, Sawyer coming up the steps right behind her.

Chaos immediately erupted.

There was a large ruckus of many people shouting simultaneously.

"Can somebody check the door, please?"

"It's Samantha and Sawyer!"

"Move your ass!"

"Fuck you! Quit shovin' me, asswipe!"

"WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE, TWO-BIT! YA GON' START ON PONY!"

"Watch that fucking basketball, jerkoff!"

"TWO-BIT! WHAT DID I JUST SAY! YA RIGH' NEXT'A PONE!"

"PONYBOY! GETOVER HERE!"

"WILL SOMEONE GET THE DAMN DOOR?"

"HOLD THE FUCK UP!"

"WATCH-YOUR-LANGUAGE!"

"I'm not fucking kidding. C'mon, Megh. Look, just leave, okay?"

Samantha and Sawyer moved to the side when the door opened, expecting to see one of the usuals opening the door, but it was a girl that Sawyer had talked to a couple times in school. Sawyer knew Meghan was teased for being too big to shop at regular stores, but she wasn't like terribly obese, and Sawyer just felt sorry for the way her classmates talked to her, so she was one of the few who did.

Meghan's eyes were bloodshot and red, tears streaming down her pale cheeks as she walked out, clutching her thin jacket to her trembling frame and walking up the driveway and presumably on her way home in the pouring rain.

Dally met Samantha and Sawyer at the door not a moment later. "Well- hell-o ladies. Who are you doing here?"

Sawyer playfully slapped his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, shut up, Dallas."

"That hurt, bitch," he said, rubbing his aching shoulder.

Sawyer grabbed his arm and held it fast against his back. "Wha'd'you call me, Winston?"

"Uncle," he whimpered, biting his lip.

"Better," she said with a smile, walking over to the dining room table at an angle where they had a perfect view into Sodapop's room. Samantha followed and when Two-Bit spotted Samantha, he made his way over behind them.

Two-Bit sat down in the chair by Samantha and Dally collapsed on the soda. Samantha sat on Two-Bit's lap while Sawyer grabbed a tennis ball and began bouncing it up against the wall. "So what's up, Dally?"

Two-Bit chuckled to himself, bouncing Samantha unintentionally.

"What?" Samantha questioned.

Two-Bit ran his index finger under his nose and his fist over his mouth to prevent himself from saying anything else.

Samantha shrugged and just leaned into him, playing with the class ring on his finger.

Sawyer laughed. "You gotta give her a minute. She's still hung over from last night."

"He's not the only one. Dally had a crazy ass night too, didn't ya, there, Dallas?" Two-Bit laughed.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Dally threw a pillow at his head but missed and hit Samantha.

"Watch it!" Sawyer demanded as Samantha looked around, still dazed, just rubbed her offended nose. "The hell's your problem, Dally?" Sawyer shouted.

Two-Bit was about to be more than happy to provide that information, but Dally leaped up and shoved Samantha out of the way, pouncing on him. "Don't you motherfuckin' dare!"

Sawyer looked around in panic, but then noticed a condom wrapper lying by the skirt of Sodapop's bed. Having missed the trash bin under his nightstand was the condom itself, drowning in its own juice that had emanated from the tear at the tip. Sawyer was smart- it didn't take her long to put two and two together. "You slept with Meghan Foster?"

Dally jumped up from where he had Two-Bit in a half-Nelson on the floor and covered Sawyer's mouth. "Don't say a word. C'mon, Sawyer, I know you got my back- you're my best friend. Back me up here. Don't tell nobody."

She bit his finger so he'd let go. "Are you fucking kidding? Dally, what's your deal? What's the problem? You just boned another chick. No big for you, right?"

He shook his head violently. "This time's different. She's… Meghan."

"So what?" Sawyer snapped. "I talk to her and she's a real nice girl. What's wrong?"

Two-Bit was laughing hysterically once more. "You got eyes, Sawyer? She's fat as fuck!"

"No she isn't! Sure, she isn't a lingerie model, but what-"

"Heaven forbid!" Two-Bit cackled.

"Sawyer," Dally interrupted, "do you know what the hell it would do to my reputation if people found out?"

Samantha tossed her hair over her shoulder. "It would probably be a right sight better than it normally is."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dally demanded.

"Don't pretend like you don't know," Sawyer said, rolling her eyes.

"You know that you're known for being insatiable and shallow, only wanting to fuck skinny chicks, and maybe this would make people think differently, Dally," Samantha hissed at him.

"But of course," Sawyer continued, "you are so arrogant that heaven forbid you be with someone who isn't exactly up to your 'standards', is that it?"

"Sawy-" Dally began.

"C'mon, Sawyer," Samantha called, getting up and walking to his door, starting down the hall.

Sawyer just looked at him and shook her head, her hand on the doorknob. Before slamming it, she seethed, "Why do you have to be such an asshole?"

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