Author's Note: Yeah, so, I really felt like writing a Dallas Winston fic. So here's the first chapter. I don't know if I'll continue, but at the moment I like this one better than my Ponyboy story. Lol. Okayyyy, Please review. That's all I'm asking. Pre-book. I'm still trying to decide if I should tie it in with the story. I might, just to make it interesting. ;] Don't hate.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders, but I own Lexi Davenport and some others. :)

Chapter 1

"Lex, come on. If you ain't goin' I'll go by myself." My best friend, Dallas Winston, was trying to get me to go drinking with him on a Saturday night. We used to do it all the time back in New York, and when we came to Tulsa, we tried to keep the tradition going.

"Can't we just skip it tonight? I don't wanna go." I was mostly tired, and I knew that Dally couldn't go out without getting into a fight. He had nothing to lose.

Dally finally sighed and grabbed my arm, dragging me off Buck Merril's couch. Of course, there was a party going on, and no one paid any attention to me. Well, except for the guys that tried to get me to sleep with them

"Fine, fine," I said as he pulled me out the door, and I twisted out from his grip. We walked down the steps and across the street, where we would stay along the sidewalk until we found a good enough bar.

"Hey, greaser!" I heard some Socs yell at Dally. I wasn't really classified as a greaser. Two-Bit Mathews said I was a 'Middle Classer', whatever that meant. All I knew was that Socs picked on greasers, and greasers fought back. The soc getting out of the car first was Eric Benson, a kid from my English class. He seemed like the leader of his little pack, because a bunch of loser guys followed him.

"Let's go, Dal." I tried to pull on Dally's arm, but he stayed put. He mostly stayed for the fight, but I knew that it bugged him a little when people called him a greaser; even though he never showed it. Dally rarely ever showed any emotion, and I was used to that by now.

"Lexi Davenport, why do you walk around with such trash?" Eric sneered, walking towards me.

I would've yelled at him if Dally hadn't squeezed my arm. I didn't say anything. Eric sighed, then turned a little and whispered something to two of his followers.

Suddenly, the two guys that Eric had been talking to jumped towards Dally and started throwing punches. Eric and his other two followers came towards me, and I backed up. I was never good at fighting, and everyone knew that. They pinned me to the ground and I could feel Eric unbuttoning my jeans. I tried to fight back, attempting to kick him in the crotch. Then he kissed me, and I got him away from me by biting on his lip. Dally seemed to come in then, because he ripped Eric off of me and punched the other two. Eric was on the ground a few feet away and I glared at him. I quickly got up and grabbed my jeans, running off to the other side of the road. I pulled my jeans on over my black converse, and pulled down my blue tank top. For the middle of May, the weather was unexpectedly cold. I spit on the ground to try and get the taste of Eric's lips out of my mouth, and watched Dally. After a few minutes, he decided he was done and came over to me.

"You okay?" He asked me as we started walking.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What's with you? You love fights." Dally was acting strange.

"Not those kinda fights." He mumbled. I've known Dally since we were eleven years-old, and over six years you start to notice a lot about your best friend. I could read him easier than anyone, and sometimes he hated it. My older brother, Rex, used to beat Dally up a lot when we were little; but he didn't know we were best friends then.

We didn't talk much after that. When we found one of our favorite bars: Rusty's, we went in and got a few drinks. Dally and I didn't like to stay sober.

"Lexi! Dally!" I turned around and saw the blurred image of Two-Bit walking towards us.

"Twoooo-Bitttttt," I said when he came closer. I leaned my head on his shoulder and grinned.

"'Ey, man," Dally said, patting him on the back. "We're just about leavin', but I'm sure Chuck o'er here will give ya' a drink."

I giggled at Dally as he slurred over his words. Suddenly I couldn't feel Two-Bit's shoulder under me and I stood up, steadying myself. Dally took my hand and pulled my out of Rusty's, and I giggled all the way home.

When we got inside, Rex wasn't home. I wasn't shocked; Rex was always out with his latest girlfriend, sleeping at her house.

Dally lead me to my bedroom and my vision got a little blurry, but I kept on giggling. I did that a lot when I was drunk.

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When I woke up, I wasn't surprised to find Dally and I lying naked in my bed. I couldn't really control myself when I was drunk, and it had happened before. I had a massive headache, and as I tried to sit up, I swore.

"Fucking hangover…" I mumbled to myself, rubbing my forehead and pushing my brown hair out of my face. My hair wasn't that long, just down the shoulders. It was thin and had a few streaks of red in it. I thought of it as the best part of my body.

I got up and walked across the room, looking in the mirror. My poop-brown eyes were bloodshot, and I had small bags under them. Not bad, I thought to myself.

"Huh?" I heard Dally start to stir from the bed. He finally sat up and stared at me, giving me a small crooked smile.

"Don't even say anything," I said, laughing as he gave me a once-over.

I walked back over to bed and got myself comfortable under the covers. I wanted to sleep some more, because my head was killing me. Plus, I needed to go to school the next day. I snuggled myself under Dally's arm, and he pulled me close. He was really overprotective with me. Johnny Cade and I were always under his wing.

"You know, everyone always thinks we're together because we do this type of stuff," I mumbled.

I was drifting off to sleep, so all I heard from Dally was, "I don't see why we…" and then I was out like a light-bulb.

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