"Lexi, c'mon! What's taking you so damn long?" I yell into her room.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she chuckled as she stepped out of her room. "Damn, you look hot sister!"

"Really? I wasn't trying to," I laugh. I look down at my outfit that I just bought to look more like a greaser, tight black skinny jeans, a red leather jacket, with my a tank top that had 'Greaser Girl!' in white letters while the base color was red and new red converse. My hair was in a poof at the top like girls at the Jersey shore in a high ponytail with loose curls in it. My make-up was heavier than usual, bright red lipstick, dark brown eye-shadow, mascara, eyeliner, concealer, cover-up, blush, and bronzer. I was trying to look like a greaser.

"Sure you're not trying. Listen, I know you're just trying to get Soda's attention so he asks you out but, I'm not sure if he's gonna dig this. He likes you," she says as she hugs me.

"What happened to I look hot?" I scoffed.

"Let's just go. Dally's outside," she replied as our kid sister walked out of her room, popping gum, with way to much make-up on, shorts that her ass hangs out of and a crop top. Lexi and I exchanged the same look before she went off, "Rylee, where the hell do you think you're going dressed like that? You look like a slut!"

"Well, while you two are running off hanging out with those scum greasers because we're middle class and can do whatever we want, I'm hanging out with the middle class and we're going to Buck's. So back off! You two are hanging out with the trash of the town and oh yea 'Lexi' you have no room to speak look at you're white trash boyfriend. Since when is you name Lexi? Kendall would be so disappointed in you two," she yelled her voice laced with attitude before she turned to me. "Now for you, 'Dyl-pickle' well greaser girl, more like I'm white trash! I know you've only had one serious boyfriend and you miss him but, it's so obvious you're trying to hard so just stop trying to date scum and move on with your life. You two are better those that greaser trash! I can dress however the fuck I want, I am thirteen fucking years old!"

"Whatever," I scoff.

"Yea, you little bitch!" Lexi yells.

"Like I care," Rylee rolls her eyes as she pushes past us.

"How rude?" Lexi says as she turns to me.

"I know," I agree as I make an annoyed face. "Forget her."

"You're telling me," she replies as we walk out of our house.

*******

"Hey boys," Lexi smiles as she arrives. I would say walks in but, she was on Dally's back.

I roll my eyes as I walk in taking my seat next to Soda, "well hello there, Pepsi-Cola."

"Hello, Dyl-Pickles," he laughs.

"Shut it!" I yell as I playfully hit him.

"Guys you should just go out already," Steve told us for like the billionth time this week.

"Stevie, I will skin ya alive," I say jokingly.

"Yea, I'm real scared of you," he says sarcastically back at me. 

"Oh that's it!" I yell.

"Whatcha gonna do?" He asks.

I look over at my sister and we both nod before we both yell, "food fight!" 

The gang runs to the kitchen all filling their hands with food and flinging it across the room, even Darry. "I'm gonna get you super-man," I yell out to Darry.

"Oh no you ain't, Dyl-pickle, eat pickles," he yells as he throws dill pickles at me. I scream my high-pitched squeal as one slaps me across the face. We're all laughing our butts off as we fling food at each other. I grab a handful of ribs as I fling it at Steve, it slaps him right across the face giving me the opportunity to poor sauce all over his head. In response he slaps me across the face with pizza before dumping milk on me. My sister and Dally sneak up behind me putting spaghetti in my hair. I rally up Steve, Darry, Pony, Dally and Lexi with me to team up against Sodapop. We all grab a handful of food and circle in on him. "What's going on?" He ask before we all fling food on him and pour a strawberry kiwi smoothie on his head. He tackled me to the ground wiping chocolate cake all over my face. "Soda!" I squeal as all the gang laughs then wipes it on his lips kissing my lips lightly, smirking at the gang.

"They flirt all day long," Steve whines.

"Shut up Stevie," I whine back throwing some left over spaghetti from my hair at him.

The fight finally ends and boy do I stink. I look at Lexi once again and we both nod as we ask, "can we stay the night?"

"Sure thing, the phone's over there," Darry replied pointing to the phone. We called out house and got the golden okay from dad before washing up and staying the night.