"don't say, don't you say it."

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Sodapop

"I didn't know checking the mail took an hour." Steve joked, making me slap him before I took my seat beside him on the couch.

"Yeah, Soda, what were you really doing?" Ponyboy asked, a huge goofy grin on his face.

Darry just shot me a warning look, making me shoot him an innocent smile. He's not going to like what I have to say.

"I saw a girl crying in the rain, and I offered to take her home. She was really upset about something but she wouldn't tell me why." I explained, not mentioning Dakota's name.

Two-Bit started wiggling his eyebrows. "Yeah, but what did you do once you took her home?"

I rolled my eyes, scoffing. "You guys are disgusting. All you care about is getting in some girl's pants. Ever heard of being a gentleman?"

They all got quiet as I trudged towards the room Pony and I shared, slamming the door. I don't know why I got so angry, their dirty comments never bothered me before.

[sorry, I just felt like that was needed. PREPARE for my random GIF moments, kay?]

I was exhausted, so I decided to call it a day. I turned the light off and pulled the cover up to my chest, staring blankly at the ceiling. Three things have been bothering me ever since I met Dakota, and I can't seem to get them out of my mind.

Why does she hate Greasers?

Why was she so upset today?

Who is she?

I knew Dakota obviously. Her and Bob are so popular, you'd have to be living under a rock to not know who they are. It's just I've never really paid that much attention to her until now. All I really know about her is that she dates Bob, both of her parents are the owners of the Dingo and Jay's, plus her mom travels all over the world for her other job.

That's all I really know about her, though. I just really really want to know why she despises Greasers so much. Something has had to happen to drive that much hate towards us. I just know it.

And I plan to find out if she'll ever let me get close enough.

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Dakota

"Kota, honey, please let me in. You can't stay cooped up inside your room forever." My mom's voice called from outside of my bedroom door.

My face was currently buried in a pillow, and the pillow was tear-stained. I've cried so much I've gotten sick and dehydrated, not that I care though. After hours of me protesting to get up, my mom got tired of it and broke into my room, using a bobby pin.

She crossed her arms and arched her eyebrow, showing me the bobby pin. "Yeah, I've got skills. Anyways, you need to drink some water, Dakota. I'll get you some ice cream and you can watch all the movies you'd like, alright?"

I smiled and nodded, engulfing her into a hug. "Thanks, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, Kota." She whispered, getting up to go get my ice cream and water.

At least I still have my parents. That's still one thing I should be thankful for.

After my mom came back with the stuff, I turned on the Andy Griffith show and started watching it, laughing at every little thing Barney said.

I got thousands of calls from Cherry, Marcia, Randy, and tons of other people, but ignored them, telling my mom to tell them that I didn't want to speak to them at the moment. I thought back to earlier and chuckled. Why is Soda being so nice to me, yet cruel at the same time?

I just don't get it.

I've called him names, insulted him and his friends, and my friends have done plenty to him also, yet he still took me home and asked me countless times if I was alright, even if I didn't tell him.

He also didn't give me pity even though he knew something bad just happened to me. He just treated me like he usually would, and that made me question his actions even more. Maybe he's went through it before.

It's not like I'd ask him though. I'm not going to get caught talking to Sodapop Curtis. I don't want to. I'm never going to get close with a Greaser because that's exactly what my brother did and look where that got him.

Killed.

It was getting later by the minute and I felt my eyes getting droopy. I turned off my television and pulled the covers further on me, throwing my pillow on the floor. It was so wet from me crying on it, I'd rather not sleep with it.

I sighed and fell asleep, dreaming of flashbacks of Bob and I.

"Hey, what's your name?" A strawberry-blonde boy with curls came running up to me, a goofy grin on his face.

I giggled, putting a strand of my blonde-curly locks behind my ear. "Dakota. What's your name?"

"My name's Bob."

"Does this mean we're friends now, Bob?" I questioned, cocking my head to the side.

He nodded, a huge grin on his face. "That's the only reason why I came up to you. I want you to be my first friend that I make."

I smiled. "I hope we stay friends."

He nodded in agreement with me. "If we don't then I'm going to be sad."

I started laughing, kicking a pebble that was on the sidewalk. "Well, you don't have to worry about that."

"I won't?" Hope filled his voice, as if other people have let him down before.

"Nope, me and you are going to be best friends forever."

He pulled me into a hug. "Good. All of my other friends made fun of me and left me. I can't wait to tell my mom I made one that's going to stay."

I watched as he ran on home, his curls bouncing up and down. I smiled and walked up to my front porch.

I made a new friend.

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I shot up out of bed, gasping for air. I turned my head towards my alarm clock and sighed once it read two-in-the-morning. I collapsed back on my bed, biting my lip to keep me from crying. If I'm just going to keep having flashbacks of Bob and I every time I go to sleep, then...

I don't want to go to sleep ever again.

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:(

this made me sad.

there probably won't be an update tomorrow, but I'm not sure yet! hope you all enjoyed this chapter and until next time....