Mkay it's a Dally OC. So what. She's his opposite. He won't exactly love her, just be attracted to. Because you know. Dallas doesn't love.

Chapter One
Arriving

"You'll never take me alive!" I'd screamed, aware of the gang's shouts of; "No!" and "He's just a kid!"

Gun shots rang out, but I didn't die instantly. As the gang surrounded me, I turned to Ponyboy, but all I could manage to say was; "Pony-"

I remembered when I told him he had to get hard and tough like me, but I didn't want that for him. I actually hoped that he didn't follow my advice, but follow Johnny's instead. Man, that kid may not have been smart when it came to school and academics, but he was quite experienced on the subject of life.

And then, I died.

000

I woke up to white. Nothing but white. It was funny because I didn't think I'd find myself ever waking up again, you know? I'd never believed in heaven before. I hadn't even believed in god. But when I looked down, and saw... well, the world, I have to admit I was shocked.

So there was a heaven. Why the fuck should I care? I should've been in hell, not heaven. With all the shit I'd done...

But when I looked up next, there was a girl standing in front of me. A girl that looked about my age, with thick (at least it looked thick) brown hair, hazel eyes, and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. Nothing special, except... she was transparent.

"What the hell?" I demanded, glaring daggers at her.

"Well, welcome to heaven," she said cheerily.

"What the fuck are you?"

The girl hesitated, and then went on to answer the question.

"Me? I'm the same thing you are. An angel."

The shock was hard to keep hidden, but I hid it well with that glare of mine. The girl's cheery additude and cheery smile... ugh, everythign about her was cheery. After awhile it began to piss me off.

"I ain't no fuckin' angel. It's a wonder I'm even here. I should be down there."

The girl giggled, and grinned.

"You mean, hell?"

"Yes. I mean hell."

She kept grinning. I wanted to slap her.

"Oh, hell doesn't exsist. You really believed those silly tales of it?"

So obviously, I was fucking dead, and stuck with this disgustingly happy girl, who was really beginning to annoy me. I wanted to slap that fucking smile off her transparent face.

When I opened my mouth to speak, she spoke again.

"By the way, my name's Carrie."

"Why the fuck should I care?"

But she didn't answer that, and instead changed the subject completely.

"You know, you let alot of people down by dieing like that."

I snorted.

"Like who?"

She didn't answer again, she just shook her head.

"Would you like me to show you?"