OKAY, I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS AND I AM TRYING IT OUT. PLEASE REVIEW AND I WILL CONTINUE. I DO NOT HAVE THE OUTSIDERS BOOK, AND THIS IS SET AS IF THE WHOLE CHURCH AND JOHNNY AND DALLY DYING HAD NEVER HAPPENED. PLEASE REVIEW!!
Brianna
I stumbled along the wet and dark street, my head spinning. The last week had been a nightmare. I had stolen away on a boat, two trains and a bus, to arrive in Tulsa. And I couldn't really say a word to anyone, since my obvious northern accent made me stick out like a sore thumb. I hadn't eaten more then a piece of bread and an apple since I left. I tried dazedly to figure out where I was. And even if he was here somewhere, I honestly wasn't sure what to tell him. I started walking again, but tripped on a rock and fell onto the wet pavement, the drizzling rain soaking my back. I felt the metal taste of blood in my mouth and felt a stinging sensation on my head. I knew I should get up, but…. I was just too tired.
I pressed my cheek against the cool pavement and sighed. It really had been a mistake to come here, looking for him. Maybe he had forgotten about me when he left me with our aunt and uncle. He had said he'd come back, but he hadn't. And things had just gotten worse and worse there. My aunt and uncle were even worse then the orphanage had been, but definitely not as bad as my father. I had finally gotten sick of them and I took off. But, it turned out to be a bad idea. I had no clue where to look for him. All I knew was that he had started off in New York, but then he ended up here. The pain in my head was too much. I closed my eyes and let myself float away. What else was there to do? For all I knew, my brother Dallas Winston could be dead.
Dallas
It had been a long night. A couple of brawls, me being in the center of it, and the cops turning up half way through, very memorable. I was lucky to get away. The cops didn't have very much patience with me any more. Being in jail more then you are out of it doesn't make you any friends in that department. Two-Bit, Sodapop and Steve were with me, though they were all a little too drunk to do more then laugh and sway uncontrollably. We were heading towards the Curtis's house when I saw her. She was lying down by the road, just a few doors down from the Curtis's house. Her white blonde hair was matted, dirty and tangled, and her clothes were completely wrecked.
"Holy shit," I muttered. "He idiots," I said nodding toward the guys. "Check it out." Two-Bit saw the girl on the road, and muttered
"Crap," sobering down a once. The other two also became extremely serious as we made our way toward the girl. Once we got closer we saw that she looked really young, though we couldn't see much because she was lying down. She was medium height, but frightfully skinny and the look of her clothes and body told us she was a runaway. The guys went closer and prepared to role her over. I hung back, not caring. This happened all the time, why should another one make any difference. That's when I saw her face. It was her. I ran to her side, shoving Steve out of the way. Gently, I pushed the hair out of her face. There she was. Her delicately arched eyebrows, freckled arms, a perky little nose, and underneath those eyelids, those ice blue eyes that were exactly like mine, except hers were a lot warmer. Confusion at her being here was tuned out by the fact that after so long, I was finally able to see her. She had just been 10 when I left, and now, she was a woman. How long had it been? Seven years. Seven fucking years. I moaned slightly, and heard a slight intake of breath beside me. I looked up at Soda and realized that they were still here.
"Is she…" I asked hoarsely, trailing off. Soda looked at me oddly.
"No… she's got a pulse." He looked at me oddly." What's wrong with you?" I glared at him.
"Nothing, put I can personally make sure that there is something wrong with you if you don't back off." Soda's eyes widened, but he shut up. "Now," I said. "Let's move her to your house." Steve came back over. "Since when do you care about anyone else Dally?" I swiveled around to glare at him.
"It's none of your damn business. Now can y'all just get out of my way?" I growled. They all stepped back and I gently scooped Brianna up into my arms and headed off to the Curtis's house. "Don't worry Bri, I leave you any more," I whispered into her ear. "I ain't go' in nowhere.