Author's note: (aka what the person you want to beat up wants to say): I fail at life, yes I do, but I really hope this recipe for 'coffee' makes up for that and I hope that you can forgive me and I promise if I get just 3 eensy weensy reviews I'll have another chapter up by the end of the week. That is my promise. :D

"England is…"

"A country."

"That is..."

"Happy."

"Because…"

"Its food has names like Toad in a Hole and Bubble and Squeak."

"I don't think those are the right answers." Pony laughed.

"Me neither, but wouldn't it be tuff if they were?"

"I don't think you understand the meaning of the word Tuff."

"Me neither. I keep thinking about the lecture Mrs. Carost gave me on the word.

'Tuffs are indurated pyroclastic rocks of grain generally finer than 4 mm, which is the indurated equivalent of volcanic ash or dust.'" she mimicked, "My brain melted. I'll never be a good Greaser like this!"

Micky ran up beside them, shivering.

"Running late again?" Pony asked wrapping long arms around the girl who's skirt, knee high's and shirt were already completely soaked by the freak storm they had woken to that morning.

"Not so much 'late', as 'not exactly on time'."

Skye passed her cup of coffee to Mickey who took a big gulped, spit it out, then took an even larger gulp and swallowed it, five smaller sips followed in rapid succession.

"That is disgusting, what is it?"

Skye blushed before busying herself with blowing on the lukewarm drink and making a big show of finishing it. "Pony, answer her!"

Pony grinned at the two of them; Mickey's crooked nose was wrinkling as she silently watched him. "Well we were making coffee, when we realized we hadn't boiled much water, so we had ten nicely sized scoops of coffee in the mug and it seemed like a shame to waste them-"

"So we added coca-cola." Skye said, wiping the large mug clean, then wrapping it in paper towel and putting it in her backpack.

"Then we realized we didn't have any sugar and the coke was having a weird reaction with the coffee so I melted some chocolate in the stove and then mixed it with milk and added that to the mix."

Skye took over again, "At which point it was time to go and the coffee-"

"I wouldn't call it that." Interrupted Mickey.

"I didn't ask you; anyway, the coffee was still hot so we added some ice cream."

Mickey remained silent for the rest of the walk to school, feeling the drink sloshing around in her empty stomach and making her heart race, or was it Greg Wilson who did that?

Her sisters might make a big deal of hanging out with Soda and Two-bit and the rest of them, and she loved it, but none of the boys looked anything like Greg.

Greg, the soc with a heart. Hotness incarnated with jet black hair, bright grey eyes, a summer's tan. If Mickey could have spent the rest of her life staring at him, she probably would. He had talked to her once too, "Are you okay? You look a little sick."

Okay so that was today, and she had been staring at the boy, one year her senior all of lunch, and maybe she felt like throwing up just because he was looking at her. Hey, and maybe he was looking at her with a creeped out, 'please stop staring at me' kinda of expression but still! In her mind; it was progress.

Okay Mickey! Smart talk, enchant him, and make him fall for you with a few simple words. You can do this!

"You have pretty eyes."

Greg blinked rapidly. "Uh… thanks?"

Mickey groaned, "Ug! I mean, I'm fine, sorry, I zoned out!" she felt fingers ruffle her hair, leaving it fuzzy and gross.

"Sorry for my sister's lack of social skills Greg, I hope she didn't embarrass herself too badly." Skye smiled sweetly. He melted.

"No, no problem, she's very…s-s-sweet. Did you hear about the dance?"

Skye was having fun now, she leaned over the table, "No…"

"Well it's on fri-Friday and-"

"I was joking Greg. Yeah I heard. You going?"

It took about five minutes of a horrifyingly bumbling Greg to ask Skye to the dance. At this point Mickey could have murdered her sister in cold blood and probably enjoyed every second of it. She didn't even notice when Ponyboy and one of his friends came over.

"Shit Mickey! What did I do to you?"

"Stupid Skye stole my future husband."

"I did not." Skye giggled, "He only likes me because of my hair, something about a comic… Joanne Groy? Griffin?"

"JEAN GREY! Phoenix! I can't believe Greg likes comics! I love comics!" Mickey glared at all of them, "I hate you Skye. I really do. I hope your coffee gives you indigestion." She slammed her tray down and stormed away.

Ponyboy looked at Skye, "Skye's got a daaaaaaaaate, Skye's got a daaaaaate!"

Her glare shut him up.