Later the next day, Dally was waiting for Johnny, Ponyboy, and Bexley at the corner of Pickett and Sutton street. While he waited, he lit up a match and lit a cancer stick. The trio arrive a few minutes later.
Bexley wore a wavy blue tank top with a black checkered flannel with the sleeves rolled up, jeans with her sneakers. Her hair was put up in a lazy ponytail with hair covering her neck and bangs dangled on the right side of her forehead.
Ponyboy wore a dark blue sweatshirt that had the sleeves cut off and jeans. His hair was slicked back thanks to the grease. Johnny was in the same clothes as he wore yesterday.
"Hey, Dal," Bexley said, having a cigarette between her fingers. She took a drag from it. Dally looked over and saw them walking up. Ponyboy gave Dally's shoulder a hard pat. "How you doin', Dal?" he asked.
"We're early," Dally replied, leaning against the street sign with his shoulder, and his legs were crossed. "So I guess we're not doin' anythin' legal?" Bexley asked, jamming her hands in h er flannel.
"That's right, girl. C'mon, let's get outta here," Dally answered with a smile, walking ahead of the trio. They follow the blonde-haired hood down the sidewalk until they make it to a burger joint called The Dingo. The Socs would go to The Way Out.
It was a rough spot for all the greasers to hang out there. The four tried to make conversation with people inside of the cars, but they had to leave because of a fight. It was all fun and games until someone breaks out a knife and the fuzz (police) shows up.
Afterwards, they head over to the DX, where Soda and Steve work. Soda had said that Bexley could work there, but she decided not to. Since they were turning 17 next month, she would get a job then.
"Hey, Soda, here come the hobos," Steve said sarcastically. "Real funny, Steve," Bexley said with an eye roll.
Soda and Steve were working on a car when they arrived there. They hung out there for a little bit before leaving.
"So what's the movie about?" Johnny asked as they walk down through town. Dally put Ponyboy and Johnny in a headlock. "Ow, cut it out, Dally," Johnny said with a grunt.
They got out of Dally's grasp. "I don't know, John. It's one of those beach movies, y'know?" Dally answered, lighting another cigarette.
"Sounds fun. I'm pretty sure that it won't have a plot like the other ones," Bexley said, also lighting a cigarette. "Yeah, they do," Dally said, agreeing with her.
They stopped at the ice cream shop to get some ice cream. They start complaining about the ice cream as a distraction so Dally to steal another pack of cigarettes. They go to a restaurant, only to be kicked out because they wouldn't stop blowing straw paper at the waitresses.
Needless to say, they got irritated with the greasers and they eventually got kicked out. But that was no worry.
Afterwards, they walk around the building and see three kids playing with a deck of cards. These kids were no less than 7 or 8 years old.
Ponyboy, Johnny, and Bexley knew that Dally didn't like little kids, so this wasn't new.
"Hey, did I say you could play on my grass, huh?" Dally scowled. The kids glance up at him. "No," one kid answered.
"Then, what're you doing here, huh? Give me the cards," Dally said, handing out his hand. The kids gave Dallas the cards, to which he fixes them up.
Bexley took out a cigarette from her pocket and got her and Ponyboy one. "Hey, don't get wise," Dally said, shaking his head.
Bexley took a step forward. "You kids better start runnin'. He hates little kids. And he might just kill ya," Bexley warned, putting an arm on her shoulder as she took a drag of her cigarette.
The kids do what they're told and the four greasers start to chase them through a field.
"Go on, git outta here, you little brats!" Ponyboy shouted, skidding to a stop.
Bexley put her cancer stick out, stomping it underneath her shoe.
"Sky's getting dark. Let's go," Dally said.
(Admirial Twin Drive-In)
After 9 pm, the four greasers make it to the drive-inn, which was the biggest one in Tulsa. Two movies would be played every night.
Dally usually never wanted to get in legally even though they all had the money. It usually costed a quarter for each person. Dally always worked his way around the law.
They snuck inside through a hole that was under the fence. Afterwards, they all walk through the parking area.
They walked passed a blue mustang, a Soc's car. There was an arguement between one soc girl and her boyfriend.
The greasers paid no mind to them and went to find their seats.
From afar, Two-Bit was there too, standing next to a car with its window rolled down. He was drunk of course.
"Hey, baby! Wanna see what's hanging?" he slurred, laughing his ass off.
"Gonna hang you, Two-Bit," the guy said from the drivers side.
Dally, Ponyboy, Bexley, and Johnny find a row of empty seats that was in front of the concession stand in that order.
From afar, Two-Bit quickly pulled up the skirt of a soc with an excited yell. He ended up getting a slap to the face when he did that.
"God, you filthy greaser!" the soc girl yelled as she left. Two-Bit leaned against another car, laughing his ass off.
When they sit down, the same girl and her friend sat down in front of them. "I came here to see a movie and I'm GONNA see a movie," the red-head said, slightly cross with her boyfriend.
Both girls look like they were around 17 years old. One girl had dark short hair and the other had long red hair.
"I'm freezing, man," Ponyboy said, rubbing his bare arms. "Why didn't you bring a coat, stupid?" Dally chastized, getting out a cigarette.
"I forgot," Ponyboy answered. "Pony, I keep telling you to grab it," Bexley said, elbowing her little brother in the ribs.
Dally noticed the girls and started to eye them up and down. He would play his usual tricks. Both siblings knew that's what Dally did whenever he was around girls.
He even pulled a move or two on Bexley before, but she turned him down both times. Ponyboy, Bexley, and Johnny hoped that Dally wouldn't do anything rash with them.
When Dally lit his cancer stick, he leaned back and checked her out.
They all knew that he could talk dirty whenever he wanted too.
"Some cute redhead, huh? *Leans closer to the soc girl* Are you a real red head? Are you real?" Dally flirtatiously said.
"I'm gonna get a coke," Johnny said, getting up from his seat. "Johnny, could you get me and Pony one two?" Bexley asked, giving him the money for it.
"Sure thing. Be right back," Johnny agreed, walking over to the concession stand.
Dally propped his feet on the empty seat in front of him, only to fall off his chair. Both Bexley and Ponyboy laughed hysterically when they saw this.
Dally sat back up on his chair. He winked at Ponyboy and Bexley before leaning towards the red head's ear.
Johnny had returned back with their drinks a moment after. "Cut it out, Dal," Ponyboy said, sipping his drink.
Of course, Dally doesn't listen. The red head was starting to become visibly irritated with the hoods' antics.
"Get your feet off my chair and shut your trap!" She shouted, looking over her shoulder. "Who's gonna make me, huh? Your boyfriend or something?" Dally teased.
The brown haired girl whispered into the red head about Dallas was the greaser who just got out of jail. All Dally did was admire that.
"You better leave us alone or I'll call the cops!" The red head growled at him. "Oh, my my! You got me scared to death. What am I gonna do you guys, huh? This girl's making me shake," Dally said sarcastically, looking over at Pony and Bexley.
"Why don't you leave us alone? Be nice and leave us alone?" The red head said to Dally. "I'm never nice," Dally replied, leaning forward again, "Can I interest you with a Coca-Cola or a 7-Up-"
"GET LOST, HOOD!" the red head yelled, having enough of Dally.
"Whoa, I'm sorry. Didn't know you had the problem with yelling in my face. Okay, I know when to quit," Dally said, getting up from his seat.
He then walked away from the group. Bexley and Ponyboy knew that he was bluffing though.
Ponyboy tried to watch the movie and Bexley glanced over at Johnny for a moment.
Then, the red head turned around and glared at Ponyboy. "Are you gonna start in on us too?" She scowled.
Ponyboy jumped back a little, seeing that she was good-looking. Even Bexley could admit that.
"No," Pony said, shaking his head. The red head softened and grinned. "You don't look like the type anyway. What's your name?" She asked him.
"Ponyboy Curtis," Ponyboy said. The red head looked over at Bexley. "What's yours and his?" She asked, glancing over at Johnny.
"Bexley Curtis. This here's Johnny Cade," Bexley answered with a friendly grin.
Pony became flustered. He was nervous that the red head would say something about their names, but she didn't.
"Wow, those are original names. You two related?" The red head asked, noticing the resemblance between Bexley and Ponyboy.
"Yeah. She's my older sister," Ponyboy answered. "No wonder you two look so much alike. What's the history of your names?" She asked.
"Yeah, our names are original because of our dad. He was original. We have a brother named Sodapop. Says so on his birth certificate. Soda's my twin brother," Bexley replied, sipping her drink.
"Oh. My name's Sherri. But my nicknames' Cherry because of my hair," Cherry said. "Yeah, we heard. You go to our school, you're a cheerleader," Ponyboy said.
Bexley didn't look older than Ponyboy however. Not did Ponyboy look like he could be in high school.
"You don't look like you could be in high school. *Looks at Bexley* And you don't look old enough to be his older brother," Marcia, the brown haired girl, said.
"Yeah, I got a height deficiency," Bexley replied, looking down. She was partly joking about her height, but she was serious also.
"What's a nice boy and girl doing around that trash?" Cherry asked.
The siblings looked at each other. "Dally's our buddy. We're greasers too. We're all friends," Ponyboy said.
"Sorry, I didn't know," Cherry replied, "Your brother, Sodapop, he works at the DX station, right?"
"Yeah, that's him. He works with his buddy, Steve," Bexley replied.
"Man, your brother's a doll, should've known you three were related. You two look like him," Cherry replied.
Bexley looked more like Soda than Ponyboy did. It was obvious that they were twins.
Ponyboy grinned from the compliment.
"How come he isn't in school anymore? Doesn't he work full time since your parents died?" Cherry asked.
"He's a drop out," Ponyboy said. Drop out seemed refer to some dumb hoodlum that walked aimlessly on the street. It just wouldn't fit Soda's happy-go-lucky personality. It'd fit Dally just fine though.
Johnny had gotten up to get a refill of his drink. He was shy around the two soc girls.
Dally had brought back a few cokes for the girls. He handed one to each soc girl before he sat down next to Cherry.
"Here. That oughta cool you off," Dally said. Cherry glared at Dally before throwing the sugary beverage in his face aggressively.
Dally jumped back when the drink made contact with him.
"Maybe that'll cool you off! When you learn to talk and act decent then I might cool off too," Cherry shouted.
Dally wiped his face with his jacket sleeve and he grinned suggestively at the soc girl. "Fiery, huh? Just the way I like 'em," Dally said, starting to grab Cherry.
"Get off of me!" Cherry shouted, trying to get loose.
Ponyboy, Johnny and Bexley trade uncomfortable glances. This had to be stopped.
Johnny stood up. "C'mon, leave her alone, Dal," he said. Dally stopped and stared at him in disbelief.
Johnny had never spoke up like this towards Dallas before.
"What? What'd you say to me, you little shit? What'd you say to me?" Dallas said dangerously.
Johnny became pale at the tone of his voice. "C'mon…" Johnny persisted.
"Wise ass," Dallas sighed. Had it been Bexley or Ponyboy that spoke up, they would've gone home with a broken nose.
They knew that Dallas wouldn't hurt Johnny though, since he was the gangs pet. Dally got up and left the group.
When Dally was gone, Cherry was relieved when he didn't come back. Cherry looked over to Johnny. "Thanks. Had me scared to death," she said with a smile.
"You sure didn't show it. Nobody ever talks to Dal like that," Johnny replied, grinning a bit.
"But you did," Cherry said with a grin. Bexley and Ponyboy glanced at Johnny. They knew how timid Johnny could be and it surprised them that Johnny had stuck up for the soc girl.
"Wanna sit up here with us?" Cherry asked. The three greasers glanced at one another. "You guys wanna do it?" Johnny asked.
"Might as well," Ponyboy concurred, shrugging his shoulders. "Sure," Bexley nodded.
The three of them move and sit in the front with the two soc girls. "Bexley, doesn't look like you need protecting," Marcia mentioned.
"Yeah, I ain't scared of Dally," Bexley replied, shifting in her seat and taking a sip of her drink.
"You did too a while ago when he tried picking you up those two times," Johnny said.
"Psh, don't remind me of that, Johnnycake," Bexley replied, blushing a bit.
Johnny blushed a bit too and took a gulp of his drink. "So, how old are you guys?" Marcia asked the greasers.
"Fourteen," Ponyboy said. "Sixteen," Johnny said.
"Yeah, I'm sixteen too. Soda and I are turning seventeen in a couple of months," Bexley replied.
Cherry and Marcia were surprised at Pony's age. "Really? Would've thought you were sixteen too," Cherry said.
Neither Johnny nor Bexley looked like they were sixteen. It bugged Bexley because she was shorter than Ponyboy and shorter than Soda.
"Hey, how come you two aren't scared of us like you are of Dally?" Johnny asked. "Nah, you three are too sweent lookin' to scare anyone," Cherry answered.
"Yeah, Dally is as tough as nails and twice as tough. We're young and innocent, right?" Bexley answered, looking at her younger brother.
"Yeah, that's true," Ponyboy agreed with her. "You three have seen too much to be innocent," Cherry said.
"Dal's alright once you get to know him," Johnny piped in.
They knew that the gang is like a family; you're loyal to one another. Sandy and Evie are like family too and the only other girls in the gang besides Bexley.
They wouldn't be much of a gang if they were constantly at each other's throats like in NYC.
"Y'know, he'd leave ya alone if he knew you," Ponyboy said. "Yeah, he doesn't know you're a soc," Bexley added.
"Well, I'm glad he doesn't know us. I kinda admire him," Cherry muttered.
They couldn't believe they had just picked up two soc girls. Steve's cousin had come down from Kansas a little while ago, and Dally had been decent enough around her. The guys are nice to girls other than Bexley, Evie, and Sandy.
From behind them, Two-Bit was sneaking behind them as carefully as he could. When he reached them, he grabbed Johnny and Bexley.
"Alright, greasers, return of the dead!" he shouted, laughing hysterically. "Holy hell, Two-Bit!" Bexley shouted, dropping her drink from the sudden touch.
"You tryin' to give us heart attacks!?" Ponyboy shouted, his eyes bugged out of his head.
Johnny became white as snow since Two-Bit did a great job of acting like a soc. Two-bit often forgot that Johnny was still shooken up from the last encounter Johnny had with the socs.
"Johnny? It's okay. It's just Two-Bit. He doesn't know what he's thinkin'," Bexley said, wrapping an arm around Johnny's shoulders.
"Yeah, sorry, kid. I forgot," Two-Bit replied, rubbing Johnny's hair. He leaned between Bexley and Marcia and gave a flirtatious smile, but it wasn't the same as Dally's.
"Well, who're these? Your great-grandmothers? What'd you doing with these hoods here?" Two-Bit asked. He seemed to have sobered up well enough.
"Great-grandmother's twice removed," Marcia said.
"You dig okay, baby. Want some? Put some hair on your chest," Two-Bit said, offering her some tobacco.
Two-Bit was no where near like Dally when it comes to the ladies. He was definitely flirting with Marcia, but she didn't mind it.
"Where's old Dally anyway?" Two-Bit said, noticing that Dally was no where in sight.
Then, Time Shepherd, another greaser, approached them. "Yeah, where is old Dally?" Tim asked.
Ponyboy looked over at him. "He left, Tim," he said.
"I know he slashed my tires!" Tim shouted crossly.
Bexley looked over at him, seeing the angered look on the greaser's face.
"Nah, Tim. He's gone. *Looks over at the others* You guys seen Dally?" Bexley said, giving a wink.
Everyone said that they didn't see him at all. "Well, I'll be lookin' for him," Tim said, walking away.
"Dally got a blade on him?" Two-Bit asked.
"Yeah probably," Ponyboy replied. "Good deal. Tim'll fight fair if he's got one," Two-Bit replied with a nod.
Two-Bit and Marcia's conversation was going pretty good. Then, Cherry stood up from her seat and looked at Ponyboy.
"Ponyboy, will you come with me to get some popcorn?" she asked him. "Sure. *Stands up* You guys want anything?" Ponyboy asked.
"Yeah. Can you get me another coke since Two-Bit made me drop my other one?" Bexley said, glancing over at Two-Bit.
"Hey, I'm sorry. Here, I'll buy it. Get Johnny and me one too," Two-Bit said, giving Ponyboy enough money to purchase all of their stuff.
As Cherry and Ponyboy were leaving, Bexley yelled over her shoulder, "Play nice, you two!"
"Bexley!" Ponyboy shouted, blushing deep red. "I'm just messin' with ya," Bexley said proudly.
When Bexley looked over at Johnny, his hands were shaking. She pulled out a cancer stick and gave it to him, figuring he needed it.
Johnny thanked her and lit it. He definitely needed one. Bexley took his hand and gave it a good squeeze to help him comfort him.
She remembered how badly beaten he was a few months prior to all of this by five socs in a blue mustang. Bexley heart had broken when she saw how badly their little Johnnycake had been beaten.
They could hear Marcia and Two-Bit talking. "So you're from the southside, huh?" Two-Bit asked.
"Yeah," Marcia replied. "I bet it's nice there," Two-Bit replied, smiling sweetly at the brown-haired soc girl.
"It is. I like it," Marcia replied. "Do you?" Two-Bit quietly said. If they weren't from two different classes, they would honestly be a cute couple.
Afterwards, Ponyboy and Cherry returned from the concession stand. The socs also had their own issues to deal with much like the greasers. They didn't just have to deal with good grades, good cars, also good guys and good girls with madras and corvairs.