"Oh. My. God. Kathleen, I am going to kill you." Cam anxiously searched for pins in the drawers of the large desk. Memphis entered the living room and promptly snorted.

"Whoa, time warp! 1957, anyone?" Kathleen pouted.

"Hey, don't blame me! That style was totally in!" Cam, after finding the pins, attempted to pin up the hem of her dress.

"Yeah, in the mid-fifties. Kathleen, it's now the mid-sixties. This may sound insane to you, but if I wear something even slightly past the knee, I will get made fun of. I'm alright with the whole shirtdress thing, but this is extreme…"

"Hey, not my fault you didn't bring any school-appropriate clothes! If you wear jeans at school, you'll get in trouble. Simple as that. It's your first day. Please try and make a good impression? For me?" Kathleen hurriedly bustled about the room, putting things into her purse and slipping on her shoes. Cam crossed her arms and glared at Memphis, done pinning up the skirt.

"I wish I was a boy. Then, I could wear jeans to school!" She walked towards the door, Kathleen in tow.

"Yeah, maybe then you'd understand why we men hate your gender!" Memphis yelled at them, flopping onto the couch.

"Queer!" (1)

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Kathleen fumbled for her keys before slipping into the driver's side of her beat up '54 Dodge Pickup. Cam calmly sat down in the passenger's side, fiddling with her necklace.

"Cat, calm down. We're not going to be late. I swear, you're acting like a flustered mother hen!" she snorted, buckling her seatbelt. Cat took a deep breath before coolly backing out of the driveway.

"It is way too early to be dealing with this shit."

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Kathleen slowly walked to her car that evening. Dr. Erikson's office had been very busy that day, and she just needed a break. Sighing, Cat backed out of her parking space before beginning the long drive home. I need to find a new job. He pays badly and that idiot he calls a girlfriend will probably be stealing my job sooner than later. She stopped a red light and flipped on the radio, the sounds of the Monkees filling the car. She sighed angrily, flipping the radio to a different station. I love that song, but it's seriously overplayed.

Minutes later, she finally was home. Memphis was out on the porch swing, strumming on his guitar idly. At the sight of her, his eyes lit up and he ran to the car. When the stepped out, he attacked her with a hug. She fell against the back of the car.

"Cam!" She yelled in the general direction of the house. "Did you feed your brother something weird?!" Cam appeared in the doorway, clad in a pair of worn out jean capris and a polka-dot halter.

"Some kid was picking on him. The idiot simpered, ran inside, and then had the nerve to ask me to tell him to go away!" She crossed her arms and scowled at said idiot, still clinging to Kathleen. She made the crazy sign (2) with her forefinger and gently patted him on the back.

"Err…there, there, Mem? What'd the…kid…do?" Memphie pulled out of the hug and gave her a look.

"Okay, he was so not a kid! He must've been as old of you, for God's sake! He had this weird, elfish face, and was really tall and lanky. Hair so blonde you could swear he was albino. The thing is, he threatened Betsy!" Kathleen's face fell, in a "how did I get stuck with him?" expression. Cam snorted.

"…Betsey? Do I really want to know?" she began walking to the house, muttering under her breath. Memphis heard.

"My guitar!" He picked up said guitar and sat down on the porch swing once again. "He said that if I didn't quit playing, he's break her and castrate me with the pieces!" Cam joined him on the swing and they sat in silence for a few minutes. A lock of Memphis's dark ebony hair fell in his face before he flicked it away. Their attention was captured by a group of seven guys strolling down the street. Two of them were going crazy, doing back flips and other tricks, while the others looked indifferent. Cam raised a hand in greeting.

"Hey, is that Johnny?" Cat appeared next to them and started waving enthusiastically. "Hey, Johnny!" she yelled to him, loud enough to grab his attention. Memphis suddenly shot up and ran into the house when he realized one of the kids was walking towards the house. Cam and Cat looked at each other, noticing the hair and face.

"Is that…?" Cam began, but cutting herself off as she noticed the group was coming up the steps. "Uh…can we…help you?" She put on her cold front, trying to act cool. The blonde stepped to the front of the group.

"Does that ass of a guitarist live here?" He angrily shook a finger in Cat's face, voice gruff. She grabbed his finger and bent it the wrong way. He snatched it back and clenched his hand into a fist.

"Dal, calm down! She's cool!" Johnny spoke up and Darry attempted to calm himself down.

"Well, does he?" Cam raised an eyebrow.

"Could you at least give us a name?"

"Fine, psycho bi-" he thought the better of it and restarted. "Fine, my name is Dallas Winston. Now, just fucking tell me! Does he live here or not?" Cat's eye twitched.

"Yeah, he does. Now, could ya leave? Frankly, you're pissing me off." The guy in the Mickey Mouse shirt snorted and Ponyboy decided to speak up.

"Sorry, but could you tell him to play inside? His guitar isn't half bad, but his voice could make a deaf man cry. It's starting to get on our nerves."

"Hey, Mem! They want you to stop playing outside!" Cam yelled into the front door. A window quickly shot open and hand emerged, flipping the bird in their general direction.

"Climb it, Tarzan!" The tallest of the group slapped his face with his palm and sighed, turning towards Kathleen.

"Alright, you seem to have the superiority here. Could you please ask him to put a sock in it?" His eyes were cold and unamused, as if he just wanted to get going.

"Your name is Darry, right?" he nodded, "Okay, fine. I'll ask him to, but that doesn't mean he will. Now, would you please get off of my porch?" the others were already walking down the sidewalk. He nodded before joining them.

"Thanks, skag." (2). Her jaw dropped as they walked away.

I can't believe him…

Notes:

I've got nothing against gay people, and find that term annoying (if anything at all). I have nothing but respect for people who appreciate their own gender more than the opposite. It just seemed to fit the moment.

Skag. It's a slang word for an ugly girl from the sixties (according to my internet sources). Horrible thing to say, but I can imagine Darry would be a little ticked off. This chapter is almost purely filler. Sorry!

In reference to the first part of the chapter: At the time (1966, right?), it was generally frowned upon for a girl to wear jeans in public. At home it was fine, but not for school. At least, to my understanding of the subject. I obviously wasn't alive in the 60's. Also, I went off the book for Dally's appearance. So, if you've got images of Matt Dillon in your head, please don't be too offset!

I hope you like this chapter! I'm going to address the reviews right here, alright?

.: I'm so glad you liked it! When I got your review, a big, silly grin just came over my face. You have no idea how happy that made me. I hope this chapter can compare!

Aerodynamics: Thank you! I'm really happy that you like Memphis. He's probably my favorite, honestly. Mem is a bit of a sissy sometimes (as obviously shown in this chapter), but he's got a good heart.

Confuzzled2011: Thanks so much! I hope you like this chapter, too!