Candy. Terrible name isn't it? Still at least I wasn't a boy, if I was a boy my parents were going to call me Ponyboy. Well they were imaginative people. Were. Now they're dead, and I'm being brought up by my brother Darry along with my other brother Sodapop (told you my parents were imaginative).

"Hey sugar" a leering voice called out as a tuff car rolled alongside me. Why do I always get caught out walking by myself? It's less than a year since I got jumped and was beat up pretty badly. Socs aren't usually willing to jump girls, even 'greaser broads' but "anyone with Curtis as a surname deserves what's coming to them". At least that is what Bob the soc had said as he stood by and watched his friends try to drown me. I would've made him regret saying that if I got the chance, but I didn't. Johnny killed him that night. Out of our whole gang Johnny would've been the last person I would've expected to be able to kill someone. Dallas Winston being the first- no competition.

"You imagining what I could do to that sweet body" that purring voice asked in a hushed voice bringing me back to reality with a jolt.

"No jackass!" I spat back. "I was just remembering the time when you low-life socs got my buddy killed. And my other buddy almost died too. Now you want to leave me alone?" I picked up a discarded bottle and busted the end. I held it the way I'd seen Dally hold a weapon so many times- casually and confidently- because he was definitely someone to learn from. Dally is tuff.

Without a word the mustang drove off. I've never been violent, man Darry would never let me be violent but holding that busted bottle in my hand I know I would've used it. I'm just so sick of socs treating my friends and family like trash when we honestly all that different. Not that I would admit this to anyone because after all I was a Curtis!

"Check out Sugar" someone growled from behind me. I swear I never knew it was Steve until I had my bottle in his face.

"Fuck Steve. Sorry. I never knew it was you," I gushed dropping the bottle between us. I flinched as it hit the ground and smashed sending pieces of glass everywhere.

" 's fine Candy. You didn't get me with it." Steve assured me. Steve was one of our gang. He was best friends with Soda and worked at DX the garage with him. He was probably the person I was not as close to in the gang because he spent so much time with his girl Evie, I hardly saw him.

Then there was Two-bit who was always cracking jokes, he could make anyone feel better no matter what situation they were in. He was in an on-off relationship with a blonde girl called Kathy. I like Kathy.

There's Dally who was a bit too rough for my liking. He grew up in New York and he was a true hood- no one could take that away from him. Rumour was it he had his own filing cabinet at the local jail because he'd had that many offences and he wasn't ashamed of it.

There's also Darry who shouldn't really be a greaser at all. I mean the boys always said we were the only ones keeping Darry from being a soc and I suppose they were right. I mean, his life-long ambition was to go to college. Now he couldn't go because he was stuck looking after me and Soda- you could say I felt guilty.

We have Soda who was so handsome all of the girls were in love with him. I wish I looked more like him. He has the best eyes ever that always seem to have a twinkle in them- I suppose it's because he's always so happy.

Curly joined us when his brother moved to New York in search of God-knows-what and basically lives in our house since there is no Shepard house anymore

Angela is Curly's sister and for all she would never claim to be part of the gang she spends an awful lot of time in the Curtis household as well and I must say I have grown quite close to her.

And then there was me. The youngest Curtis and the only girl accepted into the gang simply because I was a Curtis. I guess I would be described as fiery. I honestly don't know what they all think of me though.

And I haven't forgotten Johnny. He died in hospital after saving some kids from a burning church and honestly, not a day went by without me thinking of him. He was my best friend out of the whole gang and we hung out an awful lot, I could've coped with anyone else dying but not my Johnnycake. I missed him like crazy.

I slumped down to the floor with tears threatening to ruin my make-up. Steve had a concerned look on his face. "Sugar you ok?" he asked softly kneeling beside me. I had to tell him everything. How much I missed Johnny. How the greasers had been about to jump me. About the nightmares I had which left me waking up in a cold sweat.

"You can always talk to me Sugar"

"What one thing drives all girls crazy?" Steve asks excitedly. We were all sitting in the Curtis living room with the T.V on in the background. Two-bit was sitting in front of the TV watching Mickey Mouse while the rest of us were talking about every subject under the sun having just eaten our tea. It seemed to me that all of these questions were being aimed at me and the purpose of them was to aid the guys in getting as many broads as they could.

"All girls are different, how many times do you need me to tell you that?" I sighed. I would never get through to them. I do understand that they're guys and therefore don't understand girls as well but seriously, do they expect us all to be the same?

"I know something that drives all chicks crazy," Dally muttered. I gave him a questioning look as all of the other guys-apart from Two-bit- leaned in to hear what he was about to say. "Me."

I rolled my eyes and looked away as Steve smiled at Dally in appreciation of his joke. At least I hope it was a joke because surely even Dallas Winston is not conceited enough to think that no girl can resist him. I felt eyes on me so I turned back towards dally who leaned back on his elbows and winked at me.

"Anyone up for a game of football?" I asked looking around the room. Two-bit's head snapped around from the television. "FOOTBALL!" he cheered as he pulled himself onto his feet.

"Wait." Dally ordered. Everyone turned to look at him. "I have one more question."

"Well come on. Make it quick we wanna play some football," Darry insisted.

Dally looked at me with a smirk "Out of everyone here in this room, apart from your brothers, who would you most like to 'hook-up with'? In fact list them in order of who you would most like to." I was not expecting that. Why did Dally have to come up with a question that would actually require me to allow them to understand me a little bit? I was quite happy only talking about this with the girls at school. Dally looked at me expectantly.

"Fine god dam 'it," I paused actually trying to think of a list because contrary to what socs seemed to think about greasers broads I had no intention of 'hooking-up' with any of them. "Two-bit, Steve, Curly then you Dally."

I have honestly never seen Dally look so shocked. "What's the matter Dally? Upset that you would be my last resort?" I teased before remembering that my older brothers were still in the room. Oh god I hoped neither of them said anything. I looked over at Soda but he was engrossed in Mickey Mouse on TV. Darry however was paying full attention and did not look happy.

"I know I could change that order if I wanted" Dally stated simply.

Confused but not wanting to show it I replied "You wish." Then I turned to everyone else and suggested "football."

Everyone got up to make their way out of the door, Soda jumping on Steve's back as they went. I stood up to follow them but felt arms around my waist before I could take a step. "I will change your mind!" Dally assured me.

I was going to tell him to stop, really I was but I felt his mouth on the lobe of my ear and I forgot about everything. The gentle sucking was so soothing and then when his tongue started gently tracing patterns down my neck, I literally became weak at the knees. Dally's arms around me were the only thing holding me up and I was just fine with that as long as he didn't stop the magic with his tongue. For a second he seemed to stop but then I felt a soft nibbling on my collarbone which made me moan quietly. I wasn't aware of anything other than his teeth gently scraping my skin in a way that made me tingle and his member growing hard pushed into my lower back. I never wanted this to stop. Who knew Dallas Winston could make me weak at the knees?

"DALLAS!" Darry roared. Fuck.