AN: This chapter is mostly conversation about New York. Just a filler.

Ponyboy's POV

When I woke up the next day, it was two o'clock in the afternoon. Steve and Two-Bit went home a little after midnight last night, and we went to bed shortly after.

Sodapop wasn't in bed. I got up and greased my hair back, then slipped on my leather jacket. It looked real tuff on me, so I decided to wear it often. Plus, I was gonna go outside to smoke.

I walked into the living room and I was greeted by Two-Bit and Sodapop.

"So sleeping beauty has finally awoken. How cute." Two-Bit snickered.

I glared at him. Chris always told me that my glares look fricking scary. I guess he was right, because Two-Bit actually shut up and looked away. I glared at Soda, daring him to say something, but he looked away also.

"I'll be smoking on the porch if ya need me." I told them, then walked outside.

I pulled out a stick and lighted it up. I took a long drag on my cigarette and stared at the front yard. When I was done, I grounded the last of my cancer stick, then headed inside.

I went into the kitchen, where Soda was pigging out on chocolate cake. I opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. I sat down at the table, and popped the cap off, drinking down half the bottle in one gulp. Soda stared at me with wide eyes.

"What?" I ask, confused.

He shook his head. "When did you start drinking beer, Pone?"

"About a week after I left." I say, completely comfortable with the subject.

"Ya know, Darry's gonna skin ya when he finds out." he says.

I really didn't care what Darry did. "He can try." is all I say and then I give a small chuckle.

Soda looked at me like I was crazy. Then he sighed. "So. Are ya gonna tell us more about what happened in New York? Or do we have to beat it outta ya?"

I looked at him and knew he was serious. I sighed. "Okay. I'll tell you and Two-Bit. Let me finish me beer first."

He smiled and went into the living room. I didn't see any harm in telling them about my gang back in New York, or about one of my many ex-girlfriends. I can tell them anything, but I cant say a word about Rickey.

Last night I would only respond yes or no, to a question, so they didn't really find out anything. But I did tell them about my motorcycle. Just to brag. So far they know that I've been in New York all this time and that I have a forged license to ride on my cycle with. Darry was pissed about that, but his anger doesn't scare me no more. He took it away. That's when I got pissed. I was about to punch him, when I remembered he is my older brother. So I let him take it. Which reminds me…

I drank the last of my beer and snuck into Darry's room. I looked on his nightstand and sure enough, there it was. I picked it up and stashed it in my pocket. He really needs to start hiding the stuff he takes. I left his room and sat down on the couch in the living room.

Two-Bit and Soda looked at me expectantly.

Oh, yeah. I was gonna tell them about New York.

I decided on a topic starter that would get a good conversation going, and came up with the perfect thing to say.

"I was a gang leader." I say it straight forward. Soda's and Two-Bit's eyes widen and Soda's jaw drops. I guess its not too often ya here that in Tulsa.

"You had yer own gang? And was leader?" Two-Bit asks, astonished.

I nod. "Yup." I chuckle at all the memories going through my mind. I stare out into space as I say, "At first I wasn't. When I joined the gang, Mike was leader." I frown as I remember Mike.

"What happened to him?" Soda asks.

A picture of mike in the back of a cop car, popped in my head. "He got sent to prison." I say grimly. Soda looks down, Guiltily. "Mike wanted me to lead his gang, so I did."

Soda looks up. "Why did he want you?"

I look at him, straight in the eye. "I'm not sure. All he said was he see's something good in me or something like that."

Soda smiles. "He got a good eye than."

I smile back. "I guess."

Two-Bit speaks up. "Any hot babes there?"

Of course he would ask that. I smiled. "Yup. I dated this one blonde, and man, was she a looker." I knew Two-Bit would love all the stories I had about ex-girlfriends. Especially blondes.

He grinned real wide. "My oh my! You've certainly been busy, Pony!" Soda and Two-Bit both cracked up, and I grinned. It was true. I have.

Soda stopped and looked up. "So, uh, just curious, but how many girls have ya dated…?"

I glanced at Two-Bit, who stopped laughing to hear my answer.

"I don't know… maybe like, fifteen or something... A lot." I decide.

Two-Bit starts laughing again. "Yer gonna have competition, Soda! Better be prepared!"

Soda grins. "Yeah. I knew this day would come."

I smile. "Well. Do ya want to Know anything else?" I ask.

They both grin at me. "We want to know every detail. Now." Soda commands.

I sighed, and tried to think of something else to say.

"My street name is Runaway. They didn't really call me my real name. Sometimes they did, but usually I was called Runaway." I say. It was a lame topic, but it felt strange being called my real name after so long.

Soda looked at me questionably. "Why did they call-oh." he said, after realization hit him.

"Runaway." Two-Bit says. "Yup. It suits ya alright. I think I'll stick to Pony, though."

"Fine by me." I agree. Then I suddenly don't feel like talking anymore. "I'll tell everyone all the rest tonight." I say.

Soda stares at me for a moment before agreeing.

I sit back on the couch, and pull out my little bottle of jack from my back pocket. I always keep a bottle of jack Daniels on me. I take a sip, and that's when I see Soda reaching over to snatch it.

"Oh no ya don't! Ya ain't taking my whiskey!" I yell, while jumping up and shooting across the room.

"Pone, ya cant be drinking jack! Ya know what Darry thinks of alcohol! Now give it here!" Soda demands.

"I ain't givin ya squat! My whiskey is my whiskey. I ain't givin it up." I say.

Sodapop gives up and sits down with a sigh. He covers he face with his hand. "What is dar gonna do?" he say exasperatingly.

I voice my thoughts, "He can do what ever he likes with me, but he wont get very far."

Soda sighs again. "You are one stubborn greaser, Pone"

AN: The ending of this chapter proves how stubborn pony can be at times. Again, this is just a filler chapter, but please review anyway! The more reviews I get the faster I update!