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Dally stood like a brick wall, but Tim managed to knock him over with ease as they began to wrestle on the ground over the simplist of things; slashed tires.

"Just give up!" Dally yelled in Tim's ear, he finally had him pinned to the ground.

"No." Tim smirked, and flipped them, so Tim was now winning. Cherry ripped them apart, helping Dally up from the dirt.

"Will you all stop fighting? I'm sick of it!" Cherry stormed off, leaving Johnny and I stranded in the car. I got out and said for Johnny to follow me because we were at the lot. He grabbed my forearm and held on tight as him and I ran, his free hand in his pocket as usual.

"Pony, I can't believe we made it." He.was breathless, but relieved to see his 'second home.'

"I know, Johnnycake, it's great." We walked in the gate, shutting it behind us, and then, we opened the door, no one was there.

"They must be at work, it's early you know."

"That's true, Johnny. I wish they were here now-" Someone came through the door backwards, Steve, he was yelling out the door.

"Soda! I'll get your DX shirt, don't worry, I can-" Steve just turned around and saw us shyly smiling. He ran up and hugged us tight, laughing, and chocolate cake on his face.

"Sodapop, they're back!" Steve yelled louder than ever and then heard the front door open, an excited Soda burst through the door and embraced us all.

"I missed you guys so much, we all did. But where's Dal?"

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