*I don't own The Outsiders.

Well, I feel like Dallas Winston has a lot more to his story, there must be something to make him the guy we know in the book. Therefore, I'm making a story up. Dallas may seem out of character, but I imagine his thoughts a little less smart ass, tough Greaser.

Also, rating may change depending on how I feel. There will definitely be some cursing, so if you think I need to up the rating, tell me.

Summary:

Dallas' past is coming to bite him in the ass. He better watch out before it swallows him whole.

(Third Person POV)

Dallas Winston leaned against the pole that held up the roof of the porch at the Curtis' house, mansion compared to where he considered his home now. His home consisted of four walls, a bed, a dresser, and a window at Buck's lovely shit whole. He watched the gang taunt one another and make jibes and insults towards each other's girlfriends.

He smirked in amusement as Darry slapped Two-Bit in the back of the head. "You haven't been on a date in months, please tell me you didn't forget your needs that you've been neglecting," Dallas laughed as Muscles glared at him.

"Don't you start in on me too, Jesus one date and I'm the butt end of all the jokes," Darry scowled.

"Well, it's about time," Pony grinned cheekily as he glanced at his older brother.

Dallas laughed loudly. Pony was finally growing some balls. Dallas didn't want to admit the fact he cared about any of the guys in front of him, even though it was as obvious as the difference between day and night, at least he thinks so. Why else would he spend all his time around the Curtis'? Well, some may say it's the free food, hot water, and people who aren't complete idiots, but Dally didn't need help getting that stuff. Hell, these people were the closes thing he had to a family since Shawn.

Shawn Davners, his best friend, the person he ran to whenever he needed to escape the world. His raven haired, green eyed, tomboy best friend. She'd been around since he could remember; they were introduced by their parents and formed a tight bond. He loved that girl since he was a kid, sometimes as a friend, sometimes as something more. Dallas would be damned before he admitted to anyone that he missed her, but just because he wouldn't admit it, doesn't mean he it wasn't true.

Shawn was the one person who would ever be able to snap Dallas out of his cold hearted ways. Hell, she could crack the toughest hood, she saw through everyone and everything. She forced you to respect her, and Dally did. He once had been jealous of her talent of talking, but realized he had the next best thing, Shawn on his side.

That was until he screwed it all up. He caused his own depressing, hateful life. Dallas Winston could only blame himself for the unhappy state in which he lived. Sure, growing up on the streets of New York was hard, fighting kids twice you size was hard, losing people he held close was hard, watching his parents deteriorate in front of his face was really fucking hard, but that hadn't been what made Dallas Winston the people of Tulsa knew of today, nope it was the day he screwed up and got thrown in jail, causing Shawn to chew him to fucking pieces and spit him out again.

So what did he do in response to being torn, weary, and scared at the age of ten? He ran. He ran off and tried to never look back. He'd be a rotten liar if he said he didn't still send Christmas and Birthday cards to Shawn, or the errant post card or sometimes even an actual letter. He still wanted some sort of contact with Shawn; whether he realized it or not, he used her as a representation of his old self.

Any memory he considered happy was with Shawn, and he couldn't help but wonder if he needed her to be happy. He sure as hell couldn't find real happiness here in Tulsa. The gang gave him a lot, but it only went so far, they made him…content, not happy. The just weren't her, they weren't the same, and the gang will never understand him because they'll never grasp what New York was like.

So after all the shit he's been through, Dallas figured it should make him stronger, right?

Wrong, instead he hid himself. He may be able to fight physically, but emotionally and mentally he was shattered and withering away. Dallas couldn't let people in for fear they'd take what he had left, something he wouldn't gamble, not even with the gang who he has known for the past seven or eight years.

He was a fucking coward in his mind. He may have the balls to slice Tim Shepard's tires, but he didn't have the balls to say this is me, you either love it or you don't. It wasn't like he gave a shit about what people thought now, because this cold hearted bastard façade was the only part he let people see, they were judging him on that and only that, so why would he care what people thought about the worst part of him? He wasn't too sure if he liked what he became either.

Despite the fact that he believed Ponyboy needed to toughen up a bit so he could defend himself, he couldn't help but commend the kid. Pony worse his heart on his sleeve, something Dallas couldn't do. Pony is a good kid, he is smart, he is going somewhere, and Dallas admired that about him.

"Dal, Dally," Dallas glanced over towards Johnny. Everyone knew Dally had a soft spot for the dark haired kid. Dally just couldn't stand to see how broken Johnny was, he understood Johnny. They were two in the same; Dallas just had more practice covering it up with booze, girls, and a tough ass demeanor.

Johnny smiled a little bit, "You were so far away, are you okay?"

"Tired, just tired," he muttered, grounding his fag. God he was so tired, tired of life. Beaten, smashed, picked up again, squashed, chewed, and rung out by life. But, it's his life, no matter how fucked up.

Dallas walked into the house with the others, waiting for the lunch Darry promised him for helping out with painting earlier that morning. A tapping on the door made everyone pause, nobody knocked on the Curtis' door, everyone knew it was always open. That could only mean two things: A soc or the state. Dally hoped it was the former, he liked to beat Socs' faces in, it was entertainment.

When Dallas heard some girl's voice come floating in, he let boredom set in again. Darry talked to the girl as Dallas spaced out leaning against the kitchen counter, fumbling around with his lighter. "Well where is he?" A girl's voice asked.

"That way, kitchen," Darry answered.

"Well, well, Dallas you're looking a bit more rough than I anticipated, but that's okay, I can fix that right up," the girl said.

Dallas froze, he knew only one girl who would say anything along those lines, he shook his head in disbelief. He laughed, slightly bitter, as he turned his head to the raven haired girl from his childhood. Her hair was waist length, her emerald eyes blazed, a taunting smirk played on her pink lips, his eyes tailed down her body, goddamn she had the longest fucking legs he'd ever seen. "Shawn," he responded coldly.

Her grin widened in response, she walked over and kissed his cheek, "Miss me," she breathed into his ear.

A spark came into his eyes that the gang had never seen before, they watched with curiosity, wondering how he would respond to the gorgeous girl who just waltzed in like she owned the place, "Maybe," he answered dangerously.

"You should know by now I like games, Dallas, and I always win."

"Nothing better than a lost cause."

I'm extremely excited about this story. There's alot of lose ends between Dally and Shawn, but what can you expect from someone who was in jail at the age of ten?

Tell me what you think, the more the reviews the faster I update.