Me, Ponyboy and Two-Bit were walking in town.

"We gotta clean this house up when we get home just in case reporters or police decide to come by," Pony said.

"Boy, you oughta see my house," Two-Bit said.

"I have and if you haven't had the sense of a billy goat, you would start cleaning your house instead of bummin' around ours."

"Gee Pony, if I ever did that, my mom would die of shock."

I smiled.

"My mom would die of shock too. I never help out unless she forces me to," I joined in.

"Jackie, you should help around the house. What's wrong with makin' food for her like you do for us?"

"I actually love cooking. If I cook for Mom, she would criticize me like she does everything else I do."

They both stopped walking and stared at me.

"You should tell her your feelings. Don't be afraid to tell your parents anything that's on your mind. That's what my mom always told me," Two-Bit said.

We continued walking. Two started walking backwards.

"Do you know I went to Texas to hunt for ya'll? Almost killed me and my friend Kathy the other night. You should see her brother, now there's a hood, he's so greasy he glides when he walks."

"You guys up for a soda?" I asked.

"Sure, I'll pay."

We started to walk in the store but we were stopped by a mustang. Socs! Randy and a few boys got out of the car.

"No jumps before the rumble big guy!" Two-Bit growled.

"I know, I came to talk to you."

He pointed at Pony.

"You two Slayer!"

Me and Pony followed Randy to the car.

"I heard about ya'll being a hero. Why?"

"Because," Pony said

"I would've let those kids burn to death."

"Don't talk about those kids like that, they didn't do anything wrong," I said.

"Didn't say they did Slayer. Let's get in the car."

We got in the mustang.

"I understand that kid Johnny did this to Bob out of self defense but he didn't deserve this. He was my best friend, he was like a brother to me."

"Randy, Johnny didn't mean to kill him. Bob may have needed an ass kickin' but he didn't deserve to die. If it weren't for you knockin' me out, this possibly wouldn't have happened," I said.

"I know. I heard Dallas and Johnny got hurt worse than you two."

"Dally just hurt his arm.-"

"Johnny, I think he might die."

"Don't say that!" I yelled.

"I'm just sayin'! According to his condition."

"I don't want Johnny to die! Other than being charged with accidental murder, he's a sweet kid. Any updates about the rumble?"

"Yeah," Pony said.

"Sure. We'll fight with our bare hands. No weapons. So, it'll be a fair fight. No matter what, you'll always be a bunch of white trash and we'll still be at the top with all the breaks. Greasers will still be Greasers and Socs will still be Socs."

"I think we should be going," Pony said.

"Fine."

We were about to get out of the car until...

"Thanks grease balls...I mean thanks guys."

"My names Ponyboy."

He shook Randy's hand.

"My names Jackie."

"I'm still calling you the Soc Slayer."

I shook his hand.

"Nice talkin' to you Randy," I said.

We went back to Two-Bit.

"What'd he want?"

"He ain't a Soc, he's just a guy who wanted to talk," Pony said as we went to get a Coke.