<Christina's POV>

I wake up with a headache and recall the events of last night. It was great. The gang and I went to Buck's for a party and let's just say I'm surprised I remember what happened.

As I swing my legs out of bed and sit up my head swings and demands for aspirin. Slowly and light headed I trudge into Dally and I's small kitchen and search through the medicine drawer, finding the tiny bottle filled with relief.

After I've swallowed a few pills with some water I sigh as I realize Dally isn't in the house. Must've left for the Curtis house. With my long brown almost blonde hair flowing behind me in ripples, I jog to my room and throw on jeans, a white tank top, and leather jacket. Not bothering with makeup or my hair I walk out the door and head to the Curtis' house with one thing on my mind.

Darry's chocolate cake. Yum.

I walk fast down the side walk earning stares from some girl Socs. Not acknowledging them I start to whistle a tune I heard Two-Bit humming a few days ago.

Eventually I finish the memorized route to the small house and without any hesitation open the front door.

The whole gang is in the living room.

"Hey Chris!" Soda says. I blush at Soda. Gosh he's adorable.

Nobody calls me by my full name. Christina. That's fine by me because my name is to girly. So pretty much everyone calls me Chris. Well, Dally calls me Chrissy.

I wave back at Soda. "Hey Chrissy," Dally says. I smile at him and start walking to the couch.

"Hello Christina," Steve says dragging out my name. I freeze in my tracks and slowly turn to face Steve.

"What did you call me?" I ask.

"Your name dummy, as in Christina," Steve says in his usual smart ass tone. I lunge at him and we go into an immediate wrestling match.

"Watch the furniture!" Darry yells from the kitchen. That reminds me of the chocolate cake that I wanted.

"I bet I can beat you to the cake," I say to Steve as he begins to pin me. In one swift motion we are both up and racing to get the piece of cake. Right before we can get our fingers on it Two-Bit snatches it an takes a giant bite, chuckling with his mouth full. Steve and I gasp in unison at the horror.

"Darryyyyyy!" I whail.

"Ya Chris?" He asks. I walk up to him and mock my best pout.

"Can you perhaps make more cake after you get home from work?" I ask as innocent as possible.

"For you of course," Darry says. I smile and stand on my toes to kiss his forehead. I hear my name from the living room.

"Chris, you coming to the DX with Steve and I?" Soda's voice calls. Let's see, stay here and watch Mickey, or watch Soda work on cars while sweating in the sun.

"Yes I am," I say happily running into the living room. I admit I do like Soda, it's obvious. It's not that we can't be together or he doesn't like me because he does. We told each other our feelings one night, but agreed not to act on them because Dally probably wouldn't be to happy and if we broke up it could ruin our friendship. It may sound cliché, but it's true. Steve, Soda, and I are all the same age. We have been close friends for probably as long as I care to remember. Steve and I have an interesting friendship. It simply can't be discribed in one word, but Soda is a different story. I love it when he smiles, or makes me laugh, but for right now I'm okay with just friends.

I wave goodbye to my brother and then Steve, Soda, Darry, and I hop into Darry's truck. Once we have been dropped off at the DX I sit on the counter and Steve and Soda get to work on a red mustang that some Socs needed some fixing up on. Once the gas station starts to get busy I stand behind the counter and help out with the cash register.

After the pre-lunch rush it's the guys lunch break, so we go out to the Dingo for a quick bite. We talk and laugh on the way there until I trip and begin to fall, and Soda catches me. Touching isn't unfamiliar to Soda and I, but still, with his arm wrapped around my waist holding my up my stomach moves like a water wheel. We stare at each other until Steve runs his big mouth.

"Oh my god you guys, just go out already, or at least get a room so you can have sex through your eyes." I sigh and Soda and I separate. We go right on talking, but I can't stop think about the touch Soda left on my waist.

<Skyler's POV>

These streets still aren't memorized. I just moved to Tulsa two weeks ago and have been staying in an abandoned house. I've learned that around here there are Socs and Greasers. Certainly I'm no Soc, so I guess I'm a Grease, but I ain't part of any gang.

I've learned about a few people in this town. Mostly records of bad people, plus word on the street gets round.

Walking out of the house I put my hands in the pockets of my blue jeans. Meanwhile a motor engine creeps up behind me. I twist my body around quickly, my black hair spiraling. A blue mustang pulls up right next to me. I cringe at the strong scent of alcohol as the Socs stumble out of the car.

"Hey, you're new around here," he says, taking another swig from his bottle.

"Ya, no shit Sherlock," I spat back. Right after I say that I spit on them. That's were I made a mistake. The four Socs are on me before I have enough time to throw a punch.

They have me pinned to the ground punching my face, ripping my clothes, pulling my hair. My leg starts to hurt, so I'm assuming that they had a blade and they cut me. I passed out after a direct shot to the temple, but before the world went black I could of sworn I heard a yell. The voice had a thick New York accent.

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I open my eyes and the only light provided comes from candles placed on a table in front of me. Must be night time. Where the hell am I? I try to sit up, but a hand pushes me down. I look to my left and see a shirtless guy with dark brown eyes that I think I may fall into.

"I wouldn't get up yet sweetie," he says pushing me down.

"I'll do whatever I want, but where am I?" I ask looking around again.

"The Curtis house living room," he says smiling.

"Why am I here?" The words come out harsh, exactly how I meant them to.

"Because I saved you from the Socs," he says looking dead serious.

"I didn't ask for your help."

"But you needed it," he shoots back.

"I don't need anybody," I say standing up, but my leg screams in pain and I begin to fall, but the guy catches me.

"Looks like you need me," he says smirking. I would shoot a good comeback at him, but my leg demands to have pressure let off of it. My face contorts and tears threaten to fall, but I won't let them. "What's wrong?" He asks in a panic.

"Down, down, down put me down!" I silently yell, frantically.

"Alright, alright, jeez kid, you're a piece of work," he says laying me down as my head spins.

"I ain't a kid," is the last thing I say before falling asleep, with the boys eyes still watching me protectively.

A/N Ayeee

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