Title: Memories

Chapter Six: Folks

Author's Note: Yippee, I got more reviews. I always love getting new reviews, especially when my viewers give me advice. I hope you know I do take everything you say into account.

Like for instance: Scorpionic I love the fact that someone noticed I use spell check. I hate stories that are really good, but every other word is spelled wrong. I try to go over my chapters when I'm having writers block and simply fix stuff I missed. I like to have a lot of characters point of view because it lets you see both sides of the story. But I decided your right, and it is getting a little confusing. I think I'll try just having one person's POV per chapter. Can you tell me if that helps any?

Smile because it happened, glad you noticed that thing about Nick and Alan. I did base them a lot off of Soda and Darry because I felt that would make Pony easily comfortable with them. The two will be staying around for a long while, and you will soon see they have there own problems to add to the story.

And to all my fans, thanks for reading. I will update as fast as possible; which is pretty easy sense I love writing this. Keep sending in your reviews and opinions, and enjoy the next chapter!

"Dude, slow down! I'm kinda afraid you're gonna eat the plate on accident." I looked up from my toasted cheese sandwich and swallowed a mouthful. Nick was cocking an eyebrow at me, trying to look serious but failing miserably. I gave him a small grin and tried to slow down some, but it was hard. I was so hungry I could have eaten four more of these, and I had already had three.

Alan just rolled his eyes then gave Nick a punch on the shoulder. "Leave him be. He could eat the plate for all I care, it's kinda ugly anyways." He then turned to me and put another sandwich on my plate, which I dove at. "Besides," Nick continued. "Your manners aren't much better."

"Are to." Nick said indignantly. Alan gave him a 'yeah right' look, and finished off his milk.

I couldn't help but grin. This was really nice, just sitting here at the dining room table eating together. It felt so normal after the chaos I had just been through. And touched the bandages on my head and frowned slightly. How had this all happened?

"You really don't remember a thing, do you?" Alan said seriously from his place at the sink.

I shook my head. "No, and it bugs the shit out of me."

"Don't worry about it." Nick said calmly, tossing his dishes into the water and getting soap on Alan's shirt. He ducked the punch from Alan then added. "I bet your folks are looking for you right now. Just give it a few days and you'll be back with your family again."

I nodded my head slowly, Nick's words making me think of something. "I hope your parents don't mind me being here; I really don't want to be any trouble."

My words made both of the brother's faces fall. Nick turned away silently and began to dry the dishes with a towel while Alan's face turned as cold as stone. I gave them a confused look, and Alan said. "My parents died when about five years ago, when I was nineteen. There was a fire at a nearby barn and they went to help…." He couldn't seem to be able to finish.

"I'm sorry." I really meant it. It must have been terrible to lose your parents. "How were you guys able to stay together."

"We weren't for the first couple of years." Nick said simply. "I was only twelve and Alan was in college so he couldn't take care of me. I was put in foster care, and when Alan finished with school he convinced the government to let him be my guardian. That was only a year ago." He gestured in the air like he was waving away a fly. "My parents were really prepared. They had money put away and had made sure that Alan got all this in the will. We take care of people's horse around here and I work in the bar that's in town, so it's not too hard when it comes to money."

I had no clue what to say so I just sort of stared down at my hands. They made it sound like it was nothing big, but I could tell it was. There talk of family made me wonder about mine. What were my parents like? Did I have any brother's or sisters? Did I live in a small town like this, or a big city? I was so deep in thought that I once again didn't notice Nick had been talking to me.

"Dude!" He shouted, making me jump. He laughed at the look on my face, throwing his head back almost comically. "I really hope that cut hasn't affected your hearing or something."

The mood from the previous conversation had disappeared and I felt myself relax. I got up and helped Nick dry the rest of the dishes as Alan mumbled something about work and disappeared. Nick sighed dramatically. "I swear, he works his ass off around here. I always got to keep an eye on him or one day he will work himself to death." He threw the towels aside and turned to me. "Want to go into town with me. My works done for the day and I can show you around."

The idea of getting out sounded good, and sense my head wasn't bothering me I agreed. Nick led me out the door and threw a gate, Alan shouting behind us. "Go easy on him! I don't want him passing out in front of the town or something."

"Nick just rolled his eyes. "Honestly, he makes it sound like I'm going to challenge you to a duel or something." We both laughed at this, and continued down the rode into the little group of buildings. There were more people out then when I had fist come through here, and now that I was walking with Nick they all seemed to notice us. We got a lot of 'hey' and 'hellos', and it seemed like every girl we passed wanted to talk with Nick. The guy seemed to love the attention, and would always tip his hat to the ladies, making them giggle and bat there eyelashes.

We walked over to the bar and went inside. Nick sat down at the bar and ordered us to beers. When he saw the look on my face he laughed. "Sarah knows I can handle beers, and she would never let me have too much anyways. That's how she runs the place. There are some guys around here who are not aloud to have a sip and they're in there thirties!"

When the drinks I downed half of mine. I was really thirsty from the walk here. Damn, it was hot! I couldn't see how Nick could stand it. I was happy enough to sip my drink and listen to Nick talk to the bar man about different things that had been happening around town. They were on the topic of crops when a man dressed up as a sheriff from those Wild West movies walked did and flopped down onto the bar.

"See your back." The bar man said coolly, retrieving a glass from under the bar and filling it with beer.

"And glad to be." The sheriff replied, taking the cold glass gratefully. He took of his dark sunglasses and downed the drink in one gulp. As the barman refilled the glass he said. "I hate going to that place but I have to report in every once and awhile. You should see the police station there, full to the brim with greasers and hoods."

My head suddenly started to hurt at the word 'greasers' and my hand flew to my temple. No one noticed, there attention was on the sheriff I as he continued. "The officers there are really worried. It seems something happened between the two groups there; the Soc's and greasers I'm always telling you about. It's gotten really tense around there and there expecting a fight to break out any day."

More pain, except greater this time. I clutched my head, biting back a groan. Why was this happening now?

"Do they know what happened?" Nick asked, sounding really interested.

The sheriff shook his head. "Nope, but that comes at no surprise. Kids in the big city are always looking for a fight. And it's not like its New York, so there isn't much to fight about."

My head was really hurting now. At the thought of New York I pictured the blonde kid from my dream. He was giving me a sly grin and was smoking another cigarette. Nick had finally noticed me and was giving me a concerned look.

"Can you just imagine living there?" The barman asked and the sheriff laughed. "I don't see how anyone could stand to stay in a place like Tulsa."

My head felt as if it had been split in two and I let out a loud scream. I fell of the stool and onto the floor, holding my head tightly as I heard shouts around me.

Tulsa,

Greasers,

New York.

"Come on kid." A sarcastic, familiar voice said. "It all means something. If you can't figure it out, were just going to have to have another chat."

I screamed again as I was pulled into darkness, the last thing I remember was that someone was calling my name.

Author's Note: I have found out that I love to write cliffy's, so I wrote another. But don't worry, the next chapter is going to be answering the first cliff hanger I wrote. Review please and maybe I'll come out with the next chapter quickly.

I also just noticed, that if I do all that I have planned for this story, and I keep on at this rate, that this is going to be really long! Good new for you guys I guess.