Author's note: I hope this isn't too sappy or anything, but there was some stuff I wanted to establish, heh, anyway, the Blonde is Larken, the Redhead is Skye (Skylar), and The one with strawberry blonde, or Honey hair, is Micky, thats also the order from oldest to youngest. R&R. :D Oh yeah... and I don't own anything so please don't sue me.

This is the Game. Clap clap clap.

Of Concentration. Clap clap clap.

No repeats. Clap clap clap.

Or hesitation. Clap clap clap.

I'll go first. Clap clap clap.

I'll go second. Clap clap clap.

I'll go third. Clap clap clap.

Subject is. Clap clap clap.

GREASERS.

"What are you doing?" Two-bit reached into their refrigerator, and came out with an apple, "What is this?"

"It's called a fruit, it's good for you. That particular one keeps the doctor away."

"But the chocolate is usually there." Larken rolled her eyes.

"It's a game called concentration."

"We play it to decide who has to do the dishes. Better than rock, paper, scissors, because you can't say the other cheated." Skye looked pointedly at Micky who jutted her chin out stubbornly and tossed her honey coloured hair over her shoulder.

"Darry told me to get you guys." Two-bit took a bite of the apple, then left it on the counter to look for something more attuned to his taste buds.

"Uh-hu." It wasn't a statement or a question, it just seemed to mean; in Larken's calm, serene way, so?

"We're learning how to do flips, and he thought you might want to come."

"I'm coming." Skye pulled back her red hair quickly, and went to grab her sweater.

"Did you finish your course homework?"

"Uh-hu." under her breath she muttered "I still don't see why I need to do the extra work though."

Larken ignored that; "Did you really?"

"Uh-nuh."

"What does that mean?"

"Bye, Larkie."

"I'm coming, wait!" Micky, sweaterless and barefoot ran out after them, then hopped back towards the doorway on alternating feet, "Hot-ish, hot-ish," she got to the shade, "Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold."

"And to think its summer." Larken held out her youngest sister's shoes, and a sweatshirt, it was obvious she meant it too, she had spent the day outside looking after two Soc-y brats in cropped down sort shorts that the mother has looked down on.

Once Micky has grabbed her missing articles of clothing, Larken stepped out and locked the door.

"Yes, but its midnight on a summer's day… outside." Two-bit lit up, then offered the smoke to the girls.

"I hope you people know you walk incredibly fast." Micky hopped on one shoed foot, her sweatshirt half on, half off and her second shoe hanging on by her toes, and she struggled to pull it on.

"It's a gift." Two-bit said breezily, taking another puff of his cigarette.

She suggested he do something physically impossible with himself… or she was going to, but she stopped halfway through as Skye leaped forward, tried a cartwheel and crashed right in front of Ponyboy, who tripped over her.

"That worked better when I was six." she said, to the guy's laugher.

"Actually if I remember correctly, that worked about exactly the same." Larken smiled down at her sister and help her up. "Including the guys falling all over you, but that's 'cause you happened to be an adorable little girl." Larken poked her finger into a dimple.

"I wonder what happened." Skye said seriously, raising an eye brow at her blonde older sister.

"Where's the party?" Micky had finally pulled on each separate piece of clothing, and had her hands on her hips.

"It's just started." Soda assured her.

"What's wrong Bright-eyes?" Darry leaned against the car Larken has settled on.

"Nuthin' Super-Man." She watched Steve help Micky into a back bridge.

"Liar."

"Nu-uh"

"Liar."

"Uh-Nuh."

"What?"

"Are we part of your gang?" Her question was unexpected, Darry turned to look at her.

"I-I don't-"

"Think so? You don't know?" Larken sighed, "These guys are getting really good, this isn't the first time they work on this."

"Do you want me to apologize?"

"Don't bother."

"You have to admit it's not like you guys have to stick with us."

"Because we're so damn rich right?"

"I can think of five guys that would chew off their right arm to date you." Soda flipped onto the car and slid down the window until he was beside Larken.

"And three others who would date you but avoid the self mutilation." Darry gave her a tiny grin, pulling himself up to sit beside her, "I wasn't sure if you'd want to come, none of you have been around very much lately." he gently pulling her chin up with a finger, "So don't be mean." Soda laughed, he jumped off the car and ran to help Johnny who was looking sick from the whole up-side-down experience.

"What about biting heads off? Is that allowed?" Her cold exterior somewhat defrosted, a smile of her own crept to her lips.

"Only if you're very, very good, for a very, very long time."

"What if I feel like being very, very bad?" She slipped off the car, as if about to leave.

"I don't remember the last time someone flirted with me."

"I don't remember the last time someone changed my mood that fast." With the wicked grin that all the McLarken sisters were famous for, she jumped into the air, landed on her hands and flipped forward, flipped without hands, then flipped one more time using both hands again. She pulled both her arms up over her head and stretched luxuriously arching back until her belly was bared, despite her overlarge hoodie, and her head nearly touched the ground.

"McLarken sisters, if you ever want to be allowed to re-enter a house where the toilet seats are pulled down, then you're leaving right now."

By the time she said this, Larken was already halfway out of the park.

"Bye everyone," Micky blew a general kiss to her "audience" and ran after her sister. Skye on the other hand, went around giving each Greaser a hug, half of which were answered by raised eye brows. "You'll get used to it." she assured each separate one.

"Don't worry Darry." she said upon reaching him, mistaking the look on his face for amazement, "Larken has been taking gymnastics since she was four, it wasn't just random annoyance that you didn't invite us earlier that prompted those acrobatic skills."

"Pulled down toilets." yelled Larken loud enough to reach them.

"Gotta go, bye." Skye took off as quickly as her feet could carry her.

Darry stared after the quirky three.

It hadn't been amazement over his face.

The moonlight made Larken, with her blonde hair and blue eyes.

Look prettier than ever.

Danger, Will Robinson, Danger.