I do not own The Outsiders.

Yeah it's been a while, but I'm re-reading all my old stories, and picking them up again with some new inspiration. And this ones definatly one of them. I never really stopped it, I just had a lot of trouble figuring out we're I was headed next. But know I kow, so expect more.

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Dallas' POV

I was the first one to wake up, still fully clothed in fancy cotton and fleece and whatever the fuck else makes brand name clothes. My feet were dangling off bed, my legs being trappped under Two-Bits'. Johnny's feet were by my torso, his knees pulled up to almost his chest to avoid touching me. After staring down my two new socy friends for a minute I pushed myself out of bed, knocking Two-Bit off me carelessly.

I wandered around the lit room for a bit, shuffling through his drawers and closets. Nothing interesting turned up, just a shit-ton of clothes and magazines. I glanced at the clock by the bedside where Johnny and Two-Bit still were snoring. The blinking digits read out 9:47 AM. Knowing that there was no way Two-Bit could get up before 1 without help. I moved to awake them.

"Get up," I ordered roughly. Two-Bit moaned and tried to swat me before giving up and opening his eyes. Johnny murmered gently, his eyes blinking open sleepily. Two-Bit turned his head, his nose nearly meeting Johnny's. "Whatta night," he said coyly, making a loud kissing noise before swinging his legs out of bed. Johnny scrambled out the other side, giving Two-Bit a disgusted look. Two-Bit let out a deep rumble his pre-changed form could have never succeeded. "Common, you know you liked it..."

Johnny ignored him, walking around the bed to me. "Let's grab some grub," Two-Bit mumbled, already on a new topic. Typical.

I led the way out of the room, leading the way down the hall. And another. And down some stairs. And down another hall. And up some more stairs.

"The fuck..." I cursed as we opened another door to yet another empty room. Two-Bit moaned. "We're gonna die in here..." he said dramatically.

"Whose going to die?"

All of our heads swiveled behind us where the tiny prude-ish lady from last night appeared. She was carrying a bunch of bags in one arm, the other dragging a large suitcase behind her. "Help me carry these to the car will you boys?" she asked kindly, dropping them in the hall and greeting Johnny with a kiss on the forehead. He flinched back visibly, causing her to pull back and cross her arms. "Oh don't you start getting embarassed now. Who knows how long I'll be around? Now common," she said, ushering us to her bags. "My flight leaves at eleven, and god help you if I need to wait even an hour longer. I need this vacation!"

From the looks of her I doubted she's ever worked even a day in her life. Her hair was perfectly placed, her face wrinkless, her clothes being much the same. And she's the one that needs a vacation. I gave her a hard stare, crossing my arms in refusal to help her carry her bags. Bitch could carry her own bags.

My efforts went completely unnoticed as Two-Bit easily grabbed all the bags, no doubt testing out his sudden knew physique. Johnny grabbed the last bag and wheeled it past me after his 'mom'. Growling in defeat I followed the line, hating my new body and all the damn rules. Couldn't even say my opinion anymore.

Two-Bit's POV

I watched Randy's mom ass sway side to side in her tight tan skirt as she led us out of the house. I had to admit, she really had something going for her. Unfortunatly in under ten seconds we were by her car; a sweet, soft covered, red finished convertable. I passed her her bags one by one as she loaded them into the backseat.

"So uh- Mrs. 28463092846, where you headed?" I asked, giving her a sweet smile.

She let out a girlish giggle, encouraging me to lean against her car door. "You know I told you not to call me that Paul," she scolded flirtily. I ignored the hard look Johnny was sending me from behind. "And if you must know I'm going on a cruise in the Carribean. It's been a while since I've been there, a beautiful sight."

No kidding. "Mhm, so I've heard. You gonna tan on the deck...? Maybe wear a-"

"Excu-use me," Johnny grunted dramatically, shoving the large suitcase in front of me pushing me back from the car and from his 'mom'. "Thanks sweetie," Randy's mom cooed, giving him a sweet smile, me totally forgotten. I gave the back of his head an icy stare. "I'll see you in a month or so, love you!"

She gave him a quick squeeze, ignoring his repulsed reaction. She honked the horn at us as he peeled out of the driveway, blowing some kisses in our direction. I loosly waved back, watching until she dissappeared around a corner. I turned back to Johnny immediatly. "Common kid! I almost had her!"

"You had no chance," Dally scoffed from the side.

"Are you kidding me! Did you see the way she was batting her eyes. She was definatly wanting some new-"

"Do not even think of finishing that sentance," a voice growled from behind me. I turned and laughed heartedly. "Hey look, it's me!" I cracked ethusiastically.

"Shuddup," Bob growled, looking us over disapprovingly. "Do you know how friggin far we had to walk today to find you idiots. You were supossed to meet us as the tracks at nine! It's already past ten!"

"Well sor-ry," I said sarcastically. "It's not our fault you're house is so friggin' big. Why the hell do you have so many rooms? Do you even know what's in any of them? We probably still would've been lost if it weren't for his mom-"

Sniggering caused me to break off from my sentance. Paul was trying hard to conceal it, but sporatic bits of laughter still escaped. "You got lost in his house," he howled, holding his stomach.

At first I felt my body tensen up, but then I cracked a smile too. It did sound a little whacked.

"Let's get something to eat," Randy said after we clamed down, leading us into his house. I followed happily. It wasn't really that bad I guess.

Johnny's POV

We all had taken a seat at the table, taking our regular positions. Greasers on one side, socs on the other, everyone across from their own body. I watched silently as we resumed much the same tatic as yesterday, shooting out ideas to only be rejected. I stayed quiet, instead taking the time to study everyone.

The socs obviously did not have a good night. They all looked deadbeat; bags under their eyes and even shorter tempers then normal. They all wore hair styles that did us shame, looking as if they just left the way the woke up, and sleep-attacked their heads during the night.

Everyone was so loud and into their current arguement I was the only one that noticed when someone else entered the room. She had on a white apron, her hair being held back in a tight bun. He black heels nearly blended into her skin. She froze as her gaze fell upon us. No, not us. Paul, Randy and Bob. A hushed silence fell on the room as the others finally took notice of her.

Dallas from beside me took one look before breaking the silence. "You have a fucking slave?"

Across from me Randy stiffened. "No Bob, Randy has hired help." he said steadily, completely monotone. Dallas just rolled his eyes. "Whatever,"

Her coal-like eyes finally moved, looking to me in confusion. I just looked away. Silently she walked to me, dropping a of food in front of me. She disappeared from the room again, reappearing just an instance later with a trolly holding five other plates. She served us in silence, not even breaking it as the Randy whispered a quiet 'thanks'.

I waited until everyone else began eating before digging in. As soon as the first bit hit my tongue I felt starved like I hadn't aten in days. Following my bodies urges I cleaned the entire plate, not so much as leaving a crumb.

When I looked up everyone else was the much the same. Two-Bit groaned as he leaned back. "Jesus how much can you eat? I'm not even full yet!"

I laughed quietly, looking up to see Randy doing the same. We both stopped suddenly as our eyes met. I looked away awkwardly. Weird...

Bob moaned appreciativly, settling back in his seat. Randy poked at the remainder of his food on his plate longingly. I knew there was no way my actual body could hold all this food, it was Darry sized.

Two-Bit got up after a moment wandering around the room. Everyone watched him pace before finally Dals yelled at him to sit down. I slumped in my seat, rolling my fork between my fingers. All we were doing were either sitting in silence or fighting. At this rate we'd never get back.

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Yep so my writing kicks back for this story:) Don't kill me please! XD

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