DISCLAIMER: I DONOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS

I begin the final song I play at this bar. I wrote a while back when I was in New York. Now I'm in Tulsa, Oklahoma trying to get by. My life was perfect until one guy left me to die, but he didn't realize it. I begin to play an original song.

Once I finish, there is only a few soft claps. I collect my money and leave through the front door. My only outfit I own and wear is a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a pair of boots and a leather jacket. My brothers. When he left, he gave it to me. I'm sixteen and finally am able to fit into it. Suddenly, it starts to pour.

"Damn it!" I say and I don't speed up. I stand under an overhang from one of the stores.

"Hey, you were really good back there," a voice says. I keep looking straight ahead to avoid his stare.

"Thanks," I start walking when the rain lets up. I feel a hand go on my shoulder.

"Do I-," I cut him off.

"I'm not that kind of girl if that's what you're wondering,"

"Actually no. I was gonna ask if I know ya from somewhere," that voice sounds familiar.

"I meet a lot of people. I wouldn't remember one person specifically,"

"You lived in New York? Your accent is pretty strong man," Man, man, man, I heard someone say that a bunch of times, but WHO?

"Yeah," I stop and lean against one of the stores but I don't look at him.

"So," he leans against the building next to me, "What's your name anyway,"

"Dalila,"

"That's it? It sounds familiar,"

"Dalila Winston," he says nothing. I feel his stare go immediately on me, "Do you live here?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I,"

"Do you by any chance know my brother Dallas Winston?"

"You're lookin' at him," I look at him for the first time. His icy blue eyes give it away. He smirks at me.

"I should've known!" We instantly hug. I was only twelve when he left. It's hard to believe he left home at thirteen. Four years later I finally see him.

"What are you doin' here?" He asks me.

"I came to find you of course!"

"You finally got the chance to leave that hell hole they called a home did ya,"

"Well…" I pause for a second and his eyes go from ecstatic to completely worried, "No,"

"What do you mean," he grabs me by my shoulders.

"Me and the old man got in a fight. We both pulled our blades and mom pulled a heater. I had to get out of there Dal, I just had to," I feel tears start to build up. I fight them back. I'm a Winston, we DON'T cry.

"Here, you need a place to stay. I don't have a home and I'm NOT puttin' you and Buck's," he leads me to his car, we get in and drive off, "So you walked from New York all the way to here?"

"Hell no! Well, part of the way. Most of the time I hitched a ride on freight trains,"

"Glad, you're finally here sis. You haven't changed a bit,"

"You haven't either, should've known is was you,"

We stop in front of this house and I follow Dally inside. I hear a voice past Dally.

"Well, Whatcha doin' here so late at night Dally?" Dally moves over to show who was behind him.

"Darry, this is Dalila, my sister,"

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Darrel, Darry for short. So I figure she needs a place to stay?" he asks Dally.

"Yeah, I ain't havin' her stay at Buck's," Dally says.

"Gotcha, well I'll show ya to your room," Darry says to me.

"Well thank you," I say to him.

"See ya later sis,"

"See ya later Dal," I say back to him as he walks out the door and drives off. I then follow Darry to the room I'll be staying in.

"I have two brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy. You can take Soda's old room," I walk in and Darry stays in the doorway, "You are the spitting image of your brother, except the hair of course,"

"Our old man was a brunette and mom was a blonde. Both had crystal blue eyes though. As you can tell I didn't get the blondness,"

"Makes sense, well, goodnight Dalila,"

"Goodnight, and please, call me Dal,"

"Two Dal's? That's gonna be fun," we both laugh, "No problem," he closes the door. I lie down on the bed and instantly fall fast asleep.

I loom over at the clock, three a.m. I haven't been able to get back to sleep for an hour. I head downstairs and into the living room. I hear someone say something from the kitchen.

"You must be Dally's sister," I turn to face him. Holy crap…. He is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen I my life! Greasy hair and it doesn't really help that he's only wearing jeans, "You are DEFIANTELY Dally's sister with those eyes,"

"And you must be… wait, hold on," he shoots me a pearly white smile that's to die for, "Sodapop?"

"Ding ding! So what are you doin' up at this time in the morning?" Soda asks me.

"Couldn't sleep, and I could've asked you the same thing," we both start to laugh. Why am I so open and social like this? I'm usually very cautious meeting new people.

"So why'd ya come to Tulsa in the first place?" damn he was full of questions.

"To find Dally, when he left New York he said he was headin' to Tulsa, Oklahoma,"

"That's the only reason?"

"Well…"

Sodapop POV

She shoots me a look like I asked her the wrong thing. Her eyes get cold and iced over just like Dally's when he doesn't want to talk about something.

"I know that look. Dally shoots the same one sometimes. Don't worry 'bout it, you don't have to tell me,"

Dalila POV

Huh? No one EVER says I don't need to tell them. Usually they beat it out of me and force me to tell them.

"Wow, no one ever says that to me," I say softly.

"Says what?" he asks.

"That I don't need to tell 'em. Usually the force me to tell 'em,"

"Now who would treat a nice girl like you that way,"

"Nice? Wow, you REALLY don't know me," we both laugh a little.

"This is true, you ARE Dallas Winston's little sis. You're bound to have SOME mean in ya,"

"Some? Back in New York we had all kinds of nicknames for the two of us,"

"I bet!" I sigh a little bit.

"The Terrible Twosome is finally together again," he shoots me a look.

"Really? Kinda lame if ya ask me,"

"The older people called us that,"

"Did ya belong to any gangs?"

"Nope, we were our own gang. Guys were askin' us if they could join too,"

"Well, we should head back to sleep. You're gonna meet ALL the guys tomorrow and let me tell ya what, you're gonna want to be well rested to deal with those guys,"

"Well, if they're anything like you I won't have a problem," I see a tiny blush form on his face.

"Nice meetin' ya, goodnight,"

"Goodnight,"
I walk back to my room and lay on my bed. That Soda guy, this is HIS old room. I'm lying in HIS bed. I can't believe I said that to him. Well, if they're anything like you I won't have a problem. Stupid, stupid, STUPID! After a couple minutes of yelling at myself I fall fast asleep.