I do not own The Outsiders. S. does. I also do not own the line 'it was cliché but he meant it classic.' S. does, it's from 'Some of Tim's Stories' and if you haven't read it you must. The song Saturday Night Special is owned by The Runaways.

Let's talk about women

Let's talk about love

Let's talk about bitchin'

And the comin' I've done

I live for the weekend

It's part of the script

You pray for an angel

Well, hey this is it

You can dress me in ribbons

You can tie me in knots

You get out the camera

Provocative shots

You do what you want to

Let's see what you've got

And if I don't like it

I'll just tell you to stop

Saturday Night Special-The Runaways

Tara and Joey had bought a house a few years later, scrapping together every ounce of money they had. Joey worked three jobs while Tara worked nights at the Dingo whilst attending community college. She wanted a career and eventually a family but a family that was a unit, 'The Three Musketeers' unlike anything either Tara or Joey had experienced in their childhoods.

The house needed a lot of work and a faint smile caressed Joey's lips upon arriving home from his shift at the DX, to find Tara-in one of his shirt, her hair tied up in a hanky- painting the living room.

'I thought I was the handyman.' Joey spoke with a chuckle in his voice, appearing from the shadow of the doorway.

'I want it to be perfect. Now.' Tara replied standing on top of a stepladder with her hands on her hips and with a defiant look on her face.

Both burst out laughing at how childish she sounded which ended up in a tousle on the floor, resulting in much paint covering both of them.

Later on in the evening, Joey was washing the dishes watching Tara rush around the house trying to get ready for work. After about the forth time she had rushed by, Joey pulled her into an embrace just as 'all shook up' began to play on the radio. The couple began to dance around the kitchen in a 'cliché fashion but they meant it classic.'

Unbeknown to these two, a figure was watching the scene from under a streetlight across the road. Tim saw Joey flip Tara out and swing her back into his arms. He surprised himself by smiling at this intimate moment. Tara was a special broad, in some secret compartment in his heart-hidden by a maze of tunnels- Tim had fallen in love with Tara although he'd never admit it. The figure made his way down the street kicking a discarded soda bottle but turned to have one last glance back at the scene. As he did, caught under the light of the street lamp, his eyes caught Tara's who faintly waved over Joey's shoulder.

Many years later a hoodlum was gunned down by a rival gang. Left to bleed out on an empty street in the midst of the night. Motive his hardline approach to drugs being sold on his side of town. At his funeral a card read;

To someone who showed me the light.

To a man who in one nod apologized fro all the mistakes he had made.

To a gentleman (despite the fact he disagreed)

Without you I would never have found happiness.

Love a girl who once wore ribbons in her hair. xxxx

Tara had wept at the news of Tim's death and joey had understood holding her close. He knew this did not require a jealous response but was the grief for a man that had caused their fates to lineup, bringing true lovers together. Joey held a certain respect for Tim both of them with the Curtis gang went to his funeral.

Joey smiled for unwilling and unbeknown to him Tim had saved many lives. Tara had not only come into Joey's live but into those of the Curtis gang as well. She had mothered them all.

Reprimanding Two-Bit when he tried to lift some cancersticks from the DX.

Finding Soda's scattered DX uniform when he was late for work.

Giving Steve relationship advice when he had a fight with Evie.

Tara took some weight of Darry's shoulders by cooking twice a week for the boys.

She helped Ponyboy with homework and listened to his worries.

As for Johnny Tara gave him the care he needed so much, making sure his bangs were regular cut, setting aside a bedroom in the house for him and last July she even gave him a curfew.

Although her relationship with Dally had been somewhat of a rocky start. Tara soon got Dally's respect- something Dally never really had for anyone-Tara's word in his book was now sacred. Dally wouldn't have a word said against her.

Tara and Joey not only had each other but also belonged to a family.

Finally as for Tim, when this hoodlum fell at least two people cared fro they owed him a great deal. His death may have been in vain but his live on earth wasn't.

She's a Saturday night special (Saturday night)

A two two caliber bore

She's a Saturday night special (Saturday night)

You caught me dreamin' before

She's a Saturday night special (Saturday night)

I'm young and easily bored

She's a Saturday night special (Saturday night)

And you know I'm kinda special

And you know that you'll be back for more

Hello as promised a final chapter. I hope you like it. My first story I actually have ever finished. Please review. If my grammar is appalling please inform me, I'm hopeless. Criticism is helpful as long as it's written in a Sodapop way rather than a Dally manner. I really enjoyed writing this, hope you've enjoyed reading it. Stay Gold fellow Greasers. Over and Out from Dallytookmetobucks. Shout out to damonadark-hunterfan69 for all your support.