A/N: I'm so sorry it took me so long to update! And I know this is a crappy chapter, but hey! At least I updated!

All that I'm after is a life full of laughter,
Without you god know's what I'd do
-Daughtry

I ditched school, again, only this time I was with Two-Bit. I felt happier after David told me Bob was breaking up with Cherry, but I don't know why. It's not like I have a crush on Bob. He's my best friend. That's it. I could never have feelings for him, could I?

I shook the thought out of my head and paid more attention to Two-Bit. He was saying something about my brother until I cut him off. "Didya' hear? My brother's out of jail,"

Two-Bit cocked an eyebrow. "I thought he was in for three months?"

I sighed, bitterly. "Good behavior, got out early I guess," I frowned. "You'd think they'd be smarter and stop letting him out on good behavior. He's always back a month later," I rolled my eyes.

"I heard him say after this, he was gonna try and stay out," Two-Bit smirked. "He was getting suspicious 'bout you. Said he thought somethin' was up,"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah well, he knows what's up now. He caught me, Bob, David and Randy hangin' out," I picked up a rock and through it at a tree.

"Damn," Two-Bit shook his head. "I thought you'd be more careful about making sure he didn't find out?"

I sighed and shook my head. "He was gonna find out sooner or later. Anyways, it was starting to get annoying. Keeping the fact that I'm friends with the socs a secret, I mean,"

Two-Bit looked confused. "Then why did you? Why didn't you tell someone?"

I shrugged and leaned against a tree. I looked up at the sky. It was starting to get late so the sky was an orangy color. "Bob wanted to keep it a secret.. He didn't want people know," I told Two-Bit quietly.

Two-Bit gave me a look like he was trying to understand how that was making me feel. "Does that bother you or upset you?"

I rolled my eyes and playfully threw a stick at him. "Who are you, my shrink?" I laughed.

Two-Bit shook his head. "I'm just someone you can talk to,"

"You're just my real big brother,"

Two-Bit grinned and hugged me. "And I always will be. But I gotta go. I told your brother I'd go to the drive in with him, Pony and Johnny,"

"Just stay away from Bob," I advised him. Two-Bit nodded and walked away.

I went home and curled up on my bed, hugging my teddybear. I had a weird feeling and it wasn't going away. I looked at my dresser and debated whether I should dress up like a big time greaser and go to the drive in. I'd be able to make sure nothing bad happened, but I didn't feel like running into my brother. He was staying at Buck's for a few nights like he always does after he gets out of jail, so I wouldn't have to see him for a few days.

I rolled over and looked at my ceiling. I was probably just imagining things. I mean, I didn't even have any reason to think anything bad was going to happen. Bob and Randy were going to break up with Marcia and Cherry, and that'd be that. What could happen that I'd need to worry about?

I remembered that Two-Bit said that he was going to the drive in with my brother and some of their friends. I guess something could go wrong there. Dally could see Bob and Randy and start a fight. It seems like something he'd do, too. But that probably wouldn't happen. Two-Bit would be able to talk Dally out of it, probably. I still wasn't convinced, though.

I got up and walked over to the shelf I kept all my records on. I pulled out a Beach Boys record and put it on my record player. I decided to fall asleep listening to some music to calm me down...

"You could use a bath, greaser. And a good working over. And we've got all night to do it. Give the kid a bath, David," I heard a familiar voice say. I looked around to see where the voice was coming from, but I couldn't see anything. All I could see was black.

I heard footsteps, it sounded like a few people running, then a splash. I turned around and I saw the fountain at the park. At it I saw David, Randy, Bob, some other socs and two greasers. The greasers looked real young, fourteen or fifteen. Two of the socs I didn't know were kicking one of the greasers on the ground. The poor kid, he looked scared to death! I looked over to the fountain and saw Bob and Randy holding the other greaser's arms while David held his head under water. The kid struggled against David and tried to bring his head out of the water. He did a few times, but no sooner did he pull his head out of the water David pushed him back down. About a minute later, the kid stopped struggling. He stopped moving in general.

"Look out Bob!" The unknown socs yelled. I looked around to see what they were talking about when I saw the other greaser.

The greaser was up and walking over to Bob, his switchblade in is hand. I screamed Bob's name as loud as I could, but no noise came out of my mouth. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make a noise. They couldn't see me, either. I couldn't do anything to make Bob turn around, to see the kid.

Bob looked down at the greaser that was in the water and laughed.

"Bob!" The unknown socs yelled again.

Bob turned around and looked at them. "Wha-" He was cut off by the greaser's blade being stabbed into his heart.

All of the socs ran, except for Randy. Randy just stood there and looked at Bob, shocked. The greaser glared at Randy, then looked at Bob and froze. All color drained from his face and he pulled his friend out of the water and leaned him up against the fountain before sitting beside him.

David ran back and grabbed Randy. "R-Randy! C'mon! W-We have t-to go!" But Randy wouldn't move. David sighed and dragged Randy back to the car and drove off.

Eventually, the younger greaser became conscious again. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Bob's body, then his friend.

Just barely above a whisper, his friend said: "I killed him..."

I shot up out of my bed, breathing heavily. I heard a fist banging against the front door, so I got up and went down stairs.

When I opened the door I saw Randy. He was breathing just as heavily as I was and he looked extremely worried and scared. "Bob's in the hospital,"

That was all he had to say and I was out the door. We both ran to his car and I didn't even have enough time to put on my seat belt before Randy sped off. I pulled a scrunchy off my wrist and pulled my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head. I didn't care how bad it looked, I wasn't going to any fashion show, I just wanted to stop my hair from blowing in my face.

As soon as we parked outside of the hospital Randy got out of the car faster than you could blink and he was holding my door for me. I didn't question how he was moving so fast; it was probably just the adrenaline and honestly I didn't care anyway.

We ran into the hospital and asked what room Bob was in. The person at the front desk said only family could see him.

"He's my twin brother and this is our younger sister," Randy lied. The person didn't seem to believe Randy, but he let us see him anyway.

"What happened anyway?" I asked Randy as we walked to Bob's room

"Some greaser stabbed him," Randy whispered. "He must have just missed his heart,"

As we walked into the room part of me wished I didn't come. Bob looked like shit. If he wasn't awake, I'd have thought he was dead. His face was literally white as snow and his eyes were all sunken in. It killed me seeing him like this.

Randy and I walked over to his bed and Bob smiled a bit. "Hey guys,"

"Are you okay?!" I asked concerned.

He looked over at me and smiled a bit more. "You're not wearing any makeup. I've never seen you without makeup. Even in grade one you wore makeup,"

"Yeah well, when Randy bangs on my door at two in the morning telling me you got stabbed my first thoughts aren't 'I need to put on makeup!'" I told him. "But really, are you okay?"

"You look beautiful without makeup," Bob informed me.

I threw my arms up in frustration and went to ask a doctor how he was. As soon as I walked out of the room I walked into a doctor.. Literally.

"Sorry," I apologized. "I'm kinda just barely awake here.. How's Bob?"

"Robert Sheldon?" The doctor asked. I nodded. "You're his...?"

"Sister," I told the doctor.

"Ah... Sister," The doctor didn't seem to be too convinced, but he didn't seem to care, either. "I'm sorry about your brother,"

"Please, I just want to know if he's gonna be alright,"

"Oh he'll be fine," The doctor told me. "Who ever stabbed him just missed his heart. Robert is quite lucky. However, he will need to stay in the hospital for a bit. We're not sure how long,"

I nodded then walked back into Bob's room and over to Bob. "The doctor says you'll be fine, but you're gonna need to stay in the hospital for a while," I told Bob. He frowned. "Cheer up. 'Least you ain't gonna die," I said and poked his cheek.

Bob winced a bit. "Don't poke my face. It still hurts from Cherry slapping me,"

"Why'd Cherry slap you?" I asked, confused.

"He broke up with her," David said, walking into the room. "Just like I told you he was going to," I looked at David and he had a huge smirk on his face.

"Everyone knew that was gonna happen sooner or later. If I looked at any girl other than Candie she'd think I was cheating on her," Bob spoke.

"Which is funny, because you'd be more likely cheating on her with Candie than anyone else," David smirked.

Bob rolled his eyes. "You ever gonna give up on that?"

David shrugged. "I'm not the only one who thinks so. I mean, Randy and Kirsty think so. And I heard someone I don't even know making a bet to see how long it'd be until y'all got together,"

"Who's Kirsty?" I asked confused.

"Cherry's cousin," David informed us like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

A doctor walked in and gave David, Bob and Randy a weird look. "Triplets?" He asked.

"It sucks for me," I told the doctor.

The doctor crossed his arms. "I just got off the phone with Robert's parents and they said he didn't have any siblings,"

"What about his girlfriend?" David asked. "Can't she stay?"

"Please, let her stay," Bob pleaded. I felt my face heat up and David and Randy were silently laughing their asses off behind the doctor. All I wanted to do was yell that Bob wasn't my boyfriend, but at the same time I wanted to stay.

The doctor sighed and looked at Bob, then me. "Fine,"