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Chapter 1:

Wouldn't it be amazing if we had a white Christmas this year? Too bad it never snows in Tulsa; I've actually never seen snow before, only in movies. Dally says it's nothing special, if anything it just slows you down when you're running from the fuzz. Typical Dallas Winston comment. Whatever. It's on my bucket list to have at least one white Christmas, but the more the merrier right?

The town almost looks deserted. It's weird, as a kid there were dozens of kids playing in the streets without a care in the world. I was one of those kids. All of us were, even Darry. But now he's too busy busting his back trying to make ends meet since mom and dad died two years ago.

"Nicholas, you coming or what?" Dally honked the car horn impatiently.

"It's Nikki." I hopped shotgun.

"No it's not." He took off before I even had time to shut the car door.

I rolled my eyes; I hated his nickname for me.

*Flashback*
July 1963

"Fine I don't want to play your stupid game anyways!" I stomped down the street.

God, Steve can be so immature. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't play football. Darry always lets me play, but he's too busy with his new girlfriend to play with us anymore. I was going to walk back home but I debated against it. Angela's probably around somewhere.

Angela's been my best friend ever since 1st grade when Curly asked me to marry him. Yeah, I know. I guess beating him in a burping contest could really get a second graders nads pumping. It was funny actually, he gave me a ring pop as a ring, which was half eaten by the way, and I stuck it in his hair. Momma always told me that when a woman gets purposed to, it's special, and that was not special. Little did I know back then that I wasn't even legal to get married, but I thought it was the real deal. Angela couldn't stop laughing and gave me a high five and we've been best friends ever since.

I stopped in front of a familiar house, that's almost like my second home. But I soon regretted it when I saw Tim and a bunch of his friends hanging out in the front yard. They always intimidated me. I don't even know why, it's not like I talk to them, there just scary looking, maybe it's because there in high school and I'm only in 8th grade.

There were also a few girls hanging out too who I didn't recognize. You can tell they were from our side of town, just by what they were wearing. Momma would, no scratch that, my dad would have a cow if I ever walked out of the house dressed like that. I wouldn't even want to though, too revealing. I had to admit though, I admired them. The way they had their chins up, total confidence. Confidence was always the one thing I lacked, Angela had tons of it, that's how she got all the boys, and Tim hated every bit of it, you know like any other older protective brother would. I told myself that next year, in high school, I'm going to have all the confidence in the world.

"Curtis, Angel's not home!" Tim hollered from the porch, with some blonde sitting on his lap.

Next to him was a brown headed boy who I didn't recognize. Maybe, no, I would have recognized those beautiful icy blue eyes from a mile away. But I didn't.

He was staring at me; he didn't even try to hide it. I on the other hand tried to not make it so obvious.

I just turned my back toward the house and walked in the direction I came from. I guess I have no choice but to go home.

I heard someone shouting behind me but I didn't bother to turn around, they probably weren't even talking to me anyways.

"What are you deaf?"

Or maybe they were.

He reminded me of a Greek God. I don't know what; there was just something about him. Maybe it was his eyes. His piercing ice blue eyes.

I didn't answer him. Again, I don't have the most confidence in the world. I get nervous around guys, well besides the gang.

"You gotta name?" he stepped in front of me, walking backwards, making sure I didn't ignore him this time.

"Nikki," I stated plain and simple.

"Aint that a guy's name or something?" he smirked. Maybe it was his smile that reminded me of a Greek God.

I rolled my eyes, "Its short for Nicole."

"It's short for Nicholas," he stated like I was stupid.

"I think I know what my own name is," I tried to walk past him.

"You obviously don't, Nicholas."

I rolled my eyes, why did he follow me anyways?

"Well what's your name, Mr. Know-it-all?"

"Actually, it's Mr. Dallas Know-it-all Winston, but good try though."

"Well Mr. Dallas Know-it-all Winston, you must me new here, because I, Miss Nikki Curtis am Queen of Tulsa, and I don't recognize you, and I know everyone, being the Queen and all," I tried to keep a straight face and sound sophisticated, joking around of course.

"I might be new here, but I'm pretty sure there's no Queen of Tulsa, and if there was one, her name would be Nicholas." He smirked again.

"Where yah heading?" I noticed that he had a New York accent.

"Home. Um, not to sound rude or anything but why are you following me? Don't you wanna be with you friends?"

"There not my friends, I just went for the free booze."

I nodded and we continued to walk in silence. I still don't understand why he's following me, but I'm not going to question it again.

Everyone was outside eating some hot dogs and burgers that dad was grilling on the grill. The smell made my mouth water.

"Well I gotta go-" I started to say.

"There you are Nikki, I told you to stay with your brothers. Oh hello, who's your friend?" My mother stuck her hand out greeting Dallas.

"Oh uh that's Dallas he's not my –" I was cut off again.

"Well Dallas, do you mind staying for dinner? There's plenty of hotdogs and burgers." She offered. My mom loved feeding the whole neighborhood. If four kids wasn't already enough, but that's my momma for you.

What about his parents? Wouldn't they be worried that their son is eating at some stranger's house?

He nodded his head and went straight toward the grill by the guys. He's obviously not shy, I noted.

Him and the gang hit it off great, especially Johnny. Johnny usually doesn't talk around new people, but he was talking like he knew Dallas his whole life.

"Well I'm gonna hit the road," he sat up from the grass after everyone left, his jeans had grass stains all over them from wrestling earlier.

"Yup," I opened the screen door about to walk inside when I heard his voice.

"Nicholas." He finished and turned down the street.

He smiled, and I shook my head, that's gonna get annoying

*End of Flashback*

"What's the rush?" I cursed Buck's car for not having any seatbelts, Dally drives like a chicken without a head, a maniac.

"No rush," he smirked, "Just having fun, loosen up Nick." He shined his famous smirk.

"Well I'm not exactly in a rush to get to school," I slumped back in the seat, just another day to get brainwashed by teachers, and get taunted by socs. No thanks.

"Who said I was dropping you off at school?"

"Dal!" As much as I hate the hellhole, Darry will kick my ass if I skip. And Dallas knows damn well he's cruisin' for a bruisin too if Superman found out I skipped with him.

"No worries, I got better things to do," he continued, "Or people I should say."

I rolled my eyes. PIG.

He pulls up to the school but I just sit there, not in any hurry to get out.

"Party at Buck's tonight, you in?"

"I don't know, it's a school night and Darry –"

"Fuck Darry." He cut me off, "You need a break from all of this." He motions around us.

The warning bell rang and I got out of the car ignoring the question but turned around right before he drove off, "I'll think about it," I covered my eyes from the sun.

Buck's was already kicking in full swing by the time I got there. I had to wait til' Pony, Soda, and Darry fell asleep, which didn't take long. I decided that Dally was right. I needed a break from all of this.

The bar was filled with smoke and wreaked of alcohol and a mixture of I don't even want to know. I've only been to Buck's twice before this. Once with Angela and once for a New Year's Eve party which of course, Darry was with me. He doesn't know about the other time with Angela though.

"Aye Nicholas you made it!" Dal slurred.

I couldn't help but notice that he had two different broads around both his arms.

I can't believe I actually decided to come here, it's not like I know anyone. There just a bunch of horny creeps, hoping to get laid.

"Someone's down in the dumps," he let go of the two girls hit turned to the bartender, "Two beers."

He handed me open, "Call it a first timers gift," he shouts over the loud, but lousy Tom Hanks records.

"It's not my first beer Dal," I lied, yes it was. Both times I came here I got soda. Yeah, I know I might as well have loser written on my forehead.

I think it was pretty obvious that it was my first time drinking considering I got drunk off that one beer. I didn't know where Dallas was, probably having some "fun". I was just kind of dancing with anyone I saw and sipped my beer. I have to admit, I don't understand what the hype is about over this shit, I mean it tastes disgusting. But I'm having fun, so fuck it, why not.

"Curtis, didn't know this was your scene," I heard a similar voice behind me.

"Hello Tim," I giggled.

"Are you drunk?"

"Never!" I giggled again. I think this beer makes giggling contagious or something, "But I want to have some fun!"

"Look around you babe, this is about as fun as it's going to get," he points around the room.

"There's also upstairs," I bite my lip innocently. That's a trick I picked up from Angela. She told me guys are a sucker for lip biters. I hope that's what she meant and not actually biting the guys lip. Actually, I've seen her do both. Whatever, it was worth a shot.

He smirked, "I'm down to do anything you're willing to do babe.

"Nicholas, thought you bailed." He came stumbling down the stairs.

"Nah, get any girls?"

"Three," he shrugged his shoulders but obviously proud.

"You're such as whore!" I laughed.

He sat in the stool next to me. I don't know if this is weird to think about but I was thinking about the girls he slept with tonight. Did they think they were special? That Dallas Winston cared about them? Do they know that there were other girls before / after them. I don't know why I was thinking about that. I guess after Tim I just kind of, I don't even know how to explain it. Before Tim, the farthest I've ever gone with a guy is frenching. Nothing major. But tonight. I felt like a woman, I think. I'm not sure if it counts since we didn't go all the way, but still, I felt different.

And I'm not exactly sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

AN: i know this chapters not interesting but its just an introductioon. ^_^ But how is it? Lollll Anyways, Favs, Follows, & Reviews are welcome and highly appreciated ! (: So is constuctive criticism! :P