Hey everyone! This is my first time ever publishing a fanfic! So please tell me what you think or give me advice in reviews!

WRITER'S NOTE: This fanfic is obviously a Darry and Dally gay fanfic but in this fanfic Darry has saved Dally from committing suicide after Johnny's death instead of Dally dying. Also, The Outsiders is set in the sixties in the countryside when people were less accepting. There will be multiple points of view in this story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the outsiders or the amazing characters. Go read the the real book by S.E. Hinton.

Chapter 1 part 1: Dally's POV

I get up off the couch in the Curtis' living room to find everyone rushing. Darry, of course, has his shirt off trying to show off his muscles to impress people. Don't tell anyone I said this but it's totally working, at least for me. I mean, man, I just can't take my eyes off him! I rub my eyes because I'm tired...and it can't show how hot I am for him, of course. The gang would tease me constantly if they knew I was so head over heels for Superman. They think it's annoying that he can get overprotective of Ponyboy, but I don't blame him. Afterall, they lost their parents so Darry has become some sort of den mother to his younger brothers. He's probably scared of losing them now. I think it's pretty darn sweet. Man, he sure is hot when he's all authoratative. I shake my head, run my fingers through my hair, and mess it up a bit trying to shake the stupid thought. I pull out a weed and light it trying to calm my mind. Everyone is scrambling to get ready while I just sit here in awe. Stop it Dallas, stop! You're a lean, mean, loving machine!oh no no no no no. That's a load of crap let's try it again. Dallas, you're a lean, mean, fucking machine! NO I CAN'T GET ANYTHING FUCKING RIGHT. Ugh this fucking shit. One more time or I'm completely screwed. Dallas Winston, you're a lean, mean, fighting machine! YES THAT'S IT, that's— My focus is turned to the ever hot Darry and I can't stop staring at him. Wow what's wrong with me. All of a sudden Two-Bit walks over and shakes my shoulders. "Hey, quit it!" I snap at him before elbowing him. "Oof. what's goin' on with you, Dal? So thoughtful all of a sudden, huh?" Two-Bit replies laughing. "And what exactly are you suggesting, huh?" I stand up. Why are people so darn annoying! "N-nothing Dally--I mean-uh, nothing at all. It's just what's next," he's laughing like something is hilarious! He starts talking in a mocking tone, "Writing poetry," he laughs harder and harder with each suggestion, "Painting? Interpretive dance? Meditating?" he's on the verge of tears because he's laughing so hard; If he doesn't quit it, I'll completely lose it! "Going to school?Actually paying for shit!" he's laughing so hard and I'm done with it. I grab him by the shirt and shove him real good. I then run out of the house and stop outside, holding my head in frustration. Little do I know, someone followed me. Darry…