Farrah waltzed onto the porch with more spring in her step than ever. A pleased smile had formed on her lips, and she turned the doorknob with grace. As soon as the door opened, she was grabbed by Everett and pulled inside. The door slammed shut as Everett kept a firm grip on Farrah's arm. He knelt in front of her with an angered look on his face.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked forcefully.

Farrah raised an eyebrow and replied, "I already told you before I left, Ev. I went out with Cherry." She knew that he could see right through her lie, but if he really knew who she'd been with, he would've killed her.

"Oh really?" Everett went on, glaring intensely at her. "Then why did Cherry come over here looking for you, hmm? And why the hell were you in Dallas Winston's fucking car?"

Farrah suddenly felt her whole body go cold. The color drained from her face as she tried to swallow what felt like a thousand nails. Everett's hands were shaking with fury by this point. What would she do now?

"I'm really sorry, Ev...it's just that I–,"

"Fuck being sorry, Farrah. I want to know the truth. Did he do something to you? Did he fucking touch you at all?" Everett asked her, almost worriedly. His eyes softened only a bit to show the protective side of him. He had always been protective of her to an extent, but it was his temper that came between it.

Now Farrah had to figure out how to fix this situation. She didn't want to tell him the truth, but it was hard to think up a good, solid story. She could say that Dally picked her up...but that would get him in trouble with Everett. She had already had enough fighting for one night. Suddenly, something popped into her head.

"I was walking home from the drive-in when some perverts tried to pick me up downtown." She said quickly, trying to be as convincing as possible. "If it hadn't been for Dallas, I could've been...," Pausing, she let two false tears leak from her eyes. Everett's face loosened dramatically as he pulled Farrah in for a hug. He squeezed her tightly.

"Aww, shit. I'm sorry, Fare. You can't blame me for being worried though. Driving home with some jackass hood...it scares me. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you that I could've stopped from happening."

Something made Farrah feel horrible about lying. It wasn't like her to be so sneaky around Everett. He was her knight in shining armor at times, and she was lying to him like it was nothing. But she had to lie in order to see Dally ever again. Now that she just remembered him, it was hard to keep from expressing her giddiness.

After Everett had apologized again and went into the kitchen, Farrah practically skipped to her room. She closed the door, ran, and jumped on her bed with a quiet squeal. She ended up flopping down on her bed and hugging her pillow to her chest. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and tried to remember how it felt to have Dally's lips touch hers.

3

Johnny left Algebra class feeling more confused than when he entered it that Monday morning. He sported a swollen lip and a slightly large bruise on his cheekbone; two battle scars from the fight with the drunken Soc. Coming home that night, he hoped that sending Farrah home with Dally wasn't a bad idea. It wasn't that he didn't trust Dally. He just knew that the two weren't on the best of terms.

While waiting outside the cafeteria for Ponyboy, Johnny spotted Farrah down the hall at her locker. She agitated with the lock, for she was yanking on it forcefully and mumbling someone inaudible. Johnny smiled at her cute frustration, and he thought how pretty she looked today. He couldn't believe he had been on a date with a Soc...well, at least what he considered a date. After all, she had declined to holding his hand. Maybe she was just shy.

Farrah eventually gave up on her locker, and after giving it a good kick, her eyes fell on Johnny. A smile painted itself on her face as she waved at him.

"Hi Johnny," She greeted warmly when she stood in front of him. Johnny smoothed back his hair and leaned against the wall.

"Hey, how's it goin'?" He asked nonchalantly. On the inside, his heart was pounding like a timpani drum. Her smile faltered when she looked at his face in realization.

"Oh Johnny. You're hurt. I'm so sorry...," She told him sincerely, her brown eyes full of concern. "It's all my fault."

Johnny shook his head and stared at the floor. "Nah, it ain't your fault. And I'm fine. Really. I should be the sorry one, leaving you and all. Dally treated you okay, then?"

Suddenly, as if she hadn't planned it, Farrah smiled dreamily. Johnny didn't really understand why, but then again, he didn't understand anything about girls. Farrah bit her lip in order to restrain her growing grin.

"Yeah, you know...he isn't all that bad, really."

"Who, Dally?"

Farrah giggled. "Yeah. He kinda grows on you, I guess. I mean, he still isn't a nice guy, but...," She trailed off, then shook her head. "Well, I've got to get to study hall. I'll see you around, okay?"

"Alright, bye." Johnny replied as Farrah walked down the hall towards the gymnasium. With a sigh, Johnny tried to figure out why Farrah had said all that stuff about Dally. Unfortunately, his mind was still confused with algebra, and he somehow managed to conclude that the variable Farrah was of equal or greater value to the root of Dally.

3

"Shit, this place keeps gettin' bigger each year." muttered Dally from the school parking lot. He sat in his car with the roof up, in case anyone would see him there, sipping on a milkshake from the malt shop down the road. Normally, he'd be here to pick up Pony, Johnny, and occasionally Two-Bit. This time, though, he was here for a different reason.

He hadn't planned on becoming infatuated with that little Soc chick. In fact, he barely remembered her before the drive-in movie. Now, every thought of her was incredibly tempting. Something about her was just appealing to him. Maybe her innocence, or more likely her body, was what was driving him crazy.

So here he sat, outside the school, waiting for Farrah Addams.

How would she know he was there, though? The bell rang, and Dally came up with an idea. He called to some kid in a gray t-shirt and bribed him with five dollars to find Farrah for him. The kid obliged and ran off into the crowd of students leaving. About five minutes later, Farrah walked outside and spotted Dally's car.

Dally rolled down the window, and Farrah leaned over so their faces were level. She looked painfully shocked and was trying her best to hide it. Dally decided that she wasn't trying hard enough at all.

"Hey doll," He smoothly greeted her with a sly smile.

Farrah raised an eyebrow, and said, "Er...hi,"

"Geez, kid, don't get all bent outta shape. You said you wanted to see me again, right? Well, here I am."

Seemingly confused, Farrah tilted her head to the side and continued to stare at Dally blankly. Dally rolled his eyes and motioned to the passenger's seat.

"Get in, babe." He said, pulling his sunglasses down over his eyes. Farrah nearly gasped at this, but she obeyed and got in without hesitation. She pulled the door closed and sat beside Dally timidly.

Dally drove out of the parking lot and sped down the highway. His eyes fell on her after a moment, thinking of how pretty she really was. Her hair blew in the wind from the open window, sometimes getting caught between her lips. When this happened, she would pull it away in frustration only to have it blow back in her face again. He smiled in spite of it, but tried to seem as cool as possible.

"Where are we going?" Farrah asked as they drove across the bridge overlooking the canal.

Dally shrugged. "It don't really matter, does it?" He turned the car down an alley off the bridge and pulled into an empty lot. Parking the car, he leaned back in his seat and stared at a confused Farrah.

Farrah smoothed her skirt and stared at her lap awkwardly. Was she supposed to make the first move, or was Dally? How should she kiss him? Like last time probably. What if he would try to reach into her sweater again? How should she react? Wait...was he even going to make a move?

Dally leaned over towards her and began to kiss her. He set his hand in her hair as they kissed passionately. Farrah thought everything was going great until she felt his hand fumbling with her bra clasps. She opened her eyes and felt him unhook the snaps. Impulsively, she pulled away and put her hand to her back in order to keep her bra up. Dally sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Am I going too fast for you?" He asked, remembering she was still only fourteen. This was the youngest girl he'd ever been with. She seemed so much more mature, though, in appearance and personality.

Farrah nodded and replied, "Yeah, just a little. I'm sorry,"

"Don't be sorry. It's alright. Now, where were we?" He leaned back over and began to kiss her again. This went on for about ten minutes before Dally's hand found its way under her sweater again. Farrah smacked it away, and Dally groaned. He sat back in the driver's seat and started up the ignition.

"I can understand if you don't want to see me again." said Farrah disappointedly as Dally let the engine run. He looked over at her with a small grin. She looked furious with herself, and it was awfully (and strangely) adorable.

He chuckled and said, "Aw shit, babe. It ain't like that. Somethin' bout you gets me goin', if you know what I mean. I dunno what it means, but I dig you." He started driving away. "How's about I pick us up some Cokes, and then I'll take you home?"

Farrah nodded, grinned bashfully, and straightened up in her seat with pride. Dally still liked her. She couldn't believe it! He still liked her! Twirling a strand of hair around her finger, she smiled wide and looked out the window. She heard Dally laugh hoarsely and say, "I like your smile."

A.N.: Woo hoo! I updated! I hope ya'll like this chapter, I really had to plan it out. Let me know how it is please! L0VE Y0U ALL! (especially if you review!)