Cher's room wasn't anything fancy. The walls were painted a pale pink, that was starting to chip and the carpet had stains from various sources. The wall made her sick and she would of just painted over the color, if the house wasn't a rent house. The carpet didn't bother her much. The stains weren't that suspicious considering the furniture covered up most of it.

Her bed was pushed against the wall, next to a window that Angela had cracked open to smoke a cigarette.

She blew a perfect ring, "I'm thinking of Texas." She told the girl standing by her dresser, "Imagine all the hot, sweaty cowboys." She stared out the window, blowing smoke out her nose.

Cher furrowed her delicate eyebrows, "Texas? Like moving there?" Ever since Dally and Johnny were hold up down there, the word Texas was a sore spot for the gang. Her brothers gang. Cher didn't know them, but she knew they were Keith's second family, hell they might as well be his first.

"Yeah, it'll be nice to get away." She flicked her cigarette out the window and turned towards her friend, "But for tonight...let's do something."

"Like what?" Cher questioned. She would of understood a town over or a moving across Tulsa, but Texas? There was no way she would survive without Angela.

The fiery brunette had taken the blonde under her wing when Cher began public school. She was homeschooled up until second grade, while Keith had always gone to public school. For some reason he loved school and his sister couldn't figure why.

Angela had gave many broken noses, sprained wrists, and black eyes on Cher's behalf. Though Angela was slim and not much taller than Cher, she sure did pack a punch. Her brother's taught her how to fight and it came in handy many times when a soc or greaser would try to have their way with the spitfire.

Sadly for Cher, Keith didn't believe in "Lady's" fighting and Cher knew it was rubbish. Keith would always talk about how hot the greaser girls were cause of how they were tuff, even though his current girlfriend, Kathy didn't get involved with fighting.

But if Cher would ever rant about how she wanted to hit a certain girl, Keith would always hit her with "No one cares about your drama." Or "You act more like a damn boy than a lady."

Angela pretended to ponder on it, "Hm, oh I know!" She held up a finger.

Cher rolled her eyes, plopping on her creaky bed bed, "Please don't say-"

"Buck's!" She finished for her.

Chet groaned and pulled a pillow over her head, which was ripped from her promptly,

"C'mon, Cher! You need to get out for a while," She begged her, cuddling up to the blonde, "Pleaseeee"

Cher looked down at her friend then let out another groan, "Fine." She grumbled, "But don't leave me." She gave her friend a pointed look.

"I never ditch you!" She defended herself, a pale hand coming to clutch her chest.

Cher narrowed her eyes. She knew her friend too well. Every time they went out or to Buck's, Angela would leave her and go off with some guy. Or even multiple guys.

"Okay, okay," Angela put her hands up in surrender, "I have in the past lost track of you. But I won't this time." She smirked and lit another cigarette, taking a long puff.

XXX...XXX

By the time the party started rolling around eleven, Angela had stuck to her oath and did not leave her friend's side. But instead, got her wasted on vodka. Cher had promised herself she wouldn't drink, but peer pressure was a real thing and it was hard to ignore.

Angela had handed her a bottle of a clear liquid and had urged her friend to throw it all back, but Cher refused until a group around them formed and Cher found herself chugging it until it was halfway empty and had to squeeze her eyes shut from letting it come back up. The crowd erupted in cheers as Angela took the bottle back and downed the rest, flinging the bottle aside.

Cher leaned on her friend as they walked to the kitchen in hopes of finding some type of salty snack. Giggles and shouting came from the kitchen as they neared closer and Cher didn't notice a Certain blonde sitting on the island, surrounded by girls.

While Angela and Cher were sharing laughs and whispers, Sodapop Curtis strolled up, "Hey Cher, Angela." He greeted the two with a warm smile.

Angela's ruby lip's formed into a smirk, "As I live and breath, Sodapop Curtis. Didn't know you came to these things, handsome." She lit a cigarette and blew it in his direction.

"Normally, no. But I came to watch Ponyboy." He jerked his head in his younger brother's direction who was currently sipping a beer, talking to a red headed girl, "How are you doing, Cher?" His attention focused on the blonde.

Cher felt Angela nudge her in the in ribs, "I'll leave you two alone." She winked, running a finger along her friends chest as she walked away.

Cher snickered looking down then looked back up at the boyish face of Sodapop, "How long ya'll been here?" She asked to fill the silence.

"Uh, not long." He shook his head slightly, probably confused at Angela's actions.

Cher chuckled looking over at Angela flirting with her victim then back at the boy in front of her, "That's just how she is," Cher told him, reading his mind, "She's friendly. Really friendly." Cher shrugged, taking a swing of her water.

"Oh no, that's fine," He scratched at the back of his neck, "She's always been like that."

Their conversation was interrupted by someone shouting, "Shots!" And just about everyone in the kitchen split save for Sodapop and Cher.

Ponyboy trailed in the kitchen, his head pointed down, "Hey, Soda."

Sodapop instantly took his attention of the girl and diverted it to his brother, "Are you okay, Pony?" He asked, examining his face for any injures.

"Um, yeah." He glanced over at the blonde who was standing behind Sodapop, he smiled slightly, "Hey, Cher."

"Hey, Ponyboy." She greeted back with a kind smile,"I'll need to be getting back to Angel. No idea where she ran off to." Probably into a room with a guy or two she thought.

"Oh, okay." Sodapop said offhandedly, his concern focused on his brother who's eyes were directed towards the floor, "I'll see you around," He said it more like a question.

"Yeah," Cher told him with a small smile, "See you around," She looked over to Ponyboy, "It was good seeing you Ponyboy."

His lips attempted a smile as they walked out the kitchen, and out the front door. Ponyboy didn't say anything about leaving, but Cher had knew Sodapop could sense it.

She was admittedly jealous of there relationship. She knew her and Keith would never share the same bond the Curtis brothers did.