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Walking down the sidewalk with your best friend is fun. You're walking side by side, arms linked, laughing, fitting perfectly on the sidewalk. But when you're walking down the sidewalk with 7 girls, its not cool. Everyone's in this big clump and half of you are off the side walk and to many conversations are going at once.

It's even more uncomfortable when you're walking down the street with 6 girls, 5 of them you don't know very well, who swear every sentence and skin is showing more than its covered, and their all in 6 inch heels.

The biggest part of it is that they're not my friends. They're Kylies.

Sylvia Rogers was the one walking in front. She had big fake blonde hair, and blue eyes. She always had this seductive smirk on her face, and she wasn't very nice to me. She once told me that I dressed like a 40 year old virgin, and that if I wasn't Sodapops twin, she'd cut all my hair off and sell it for cigarettes. She had on this tight black dress, and red heels. She kept flicking her ashes at me. Kylie tells me she's just jealous. I keep asking "Of what?"

Angela Shepherd was walking right next to her. She was one of those girls who was so pretty they didn't know what to do with them selves. She had long beautiful black hair, that was curled and ratted. She had bright blue eyes, that made mine look like muck. She always talked about how her brothers were so tough, or how she can down a bottle of vodka in 30 seconds. She's nicer to me then Sylvia, but she doesn't particularly like me. Once in 8th grade, I had sat in her seat, but when she told me to get out of it, I said "It doesn't have you name on it.", and everyone laughed. The next day she pulled my hair and punched my face- Twice.

Sandy Johns was right next to Kylie, walking awful slow. She had golden-caramel colored hair. She was really pretty too. She had pretty bright eyes, that always smiled. She was wearing the blue dress Soda gave her for her birthday last year. They broke up a few months ago, and she already has another guy ready to ask her to go steady with her. She used to go out of her way to talk to me and be nice. But she never really knew what to say. Once she asked me if Soda ever talked about her, I told her that he does, but only when he's drunk. And he never drinks, so she smiled sadly then walked away. I think she secretly hates me.

Evie Harrison was right behind me, walking with Kylie. She had brown curly hair that never stayed flat. She was one of those girls who was shy and quiet in person, but then you put her in front of a group of guys, and she'd the most loud mouthed person you'd ever meet. She flips her hair to much, and smacks her gum to hard. She said "Emily, you're way to pretty." I looked at her and said "OH NO! Call the cops!" She laughed so hard. She doesn't talk to me when Steve is around because she knows he's like me since 3rd grade, but when he's gone, she's pretty nice.

Kylie and I had our arms linked and we were silently talking to ourselves. Kylie was Keith's little sister, and she (as she told me) had to keep up the "Matthews" reputation. She only hung out with the other greaser girls because they are the only people she knows. She had short blonde hair, because it cut it the summer of 7th grade and it hasn't really grown back yet, and she always wore lots of bracelets. She was really pretty too, she always had a new boy after the old one. It was like a back to back thing. She'd break up with a guy, then there'd be another one. She's always been in love with Dallas though. Always. When Him and Sylvia were together she'd get teary eyed when shed see them. When we first met she was sitting behind me on the bus, and Soda was right next to me. So she tapped my shoulder and asked if he was my boyfriend. I looked at her then at him. I then tried to kiss his cheek and he tried to jump out the window. She laughed and claimed me and her best friend.

Sylvia looked back at all the girls, and smiled. "Damn," She said, "Is it hot out here, or is it just us?"

I looked at every one smirk and smile, then Kylie said, "No, it's just us. You not included."

Sylvia looked her up and down, with a mean look, and said "Bitch, shut your mouth."

Kylie looked at her, and cocked and eyebrow, and remarked, "No. Sylvia, I won't."

"Bitch, you're just jealous because Dallas loved me more than you."

Kylie smirked then said, "Then why'd he always come to my house and sleep with me when you guys were together?"

Sylvia looked like she was about to punch Kylie in the face when I stepped between them, and said "NO! Violence is not good. It never solves anything! Violence leads to more Violence and more violence leads to death!"

I walked back to my house with a black eye, scratches all over my face, crying the entire time.

...

I laid on the ground, watching the grass move on its own. Darry was barbequing hot dogs and hamburgers for Ponyboy's end of the year party. He had invited some of his school friends over, along with all the gang, so lots of boys were in the front yard and street playing football.

I rolled onto my belly and kicked my feet up, and watched them run around. Since Ponyboy had skipped a grade lots of the guys were my age. I even knew some of them. One boy with dark brown hair and bright green eyes, kept looking over at me, and smiling. He kept making sure I was watching him when he'd do a cool stunt, or make a touchdown. At one point they were at the hiking position, he had looked up at me and winked.

I blushed and looked down, and walked over to Darry. I looked over the top of the grill and smiled because he had them all in the shape of a smiley face. He looked up at me and said, "Soda's arrangements."

I laughed, "Of course it is."

"So," He said, flipping one of the hamburgers, "That boy seems to like you."

I looked at him skeptically. He looked at me and smiled slightly, I smiled back and shook my head.

"Yeah but-"

"WHOOOO! WE WON!" Keith had picked me up by my waist and threw me over his shoulder and span around. I was hitting his back and laughing, telling him to put me down. He just tossed me to Soda, who span me around some more, then tossed me to Steve who carried me like a potato sack, then tossed me at Pony's friend, who caught me and was holding me, bridal style.

We were just look at each other, when he said, "Hi."

"Hello."

He smiled. Gosh, he was handsome, "I'm Noah."

"Emily."

He laughed and set me down, "I know."

...

Soda was staring at over the table the next morning, with a smug smile on his face. He kept raising his eyebrows at me, and winking. Finally I slammed my fork down and said "What are you doing?"

He shook his head, "Oh nothing, you know, just nothing."

"Oh sure, 'cause winking is nothing."

He laughed at leaned back in his chair, "So… Noah, huh?"

I bit my tongue, and looked at him, then looked away, smiling pitifully.

He laughed loudly and said, "OH! You want to kiss him, and date him, and LoooOOove him!"

I sat up quick and said, "No!"

Soda shook his head, "Yes!"

I looked down and smiled, "Well only if he asked first.."

Ponyboy coughed and set his spoon down, "Gross. Guys, he is my friend you know."