DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone from the outsiders they belong to S.E. Hinton or do I not own Leader of the pack by Shangri-Las or the song Leader of the pack by Twisted Sister. Shangri-Las are Sabrina's P.O.V and Twisted Sister's version is in Darry's P.O.V. I hope you like and it's my first song fic. I do own Sabrina and her family.

I met him at the candy store/ He turned around and smiled at me

I had just recently moved to Tulsa, and decided to look around. My neighborhood was what one would consider the classier section of the neighborhood. The houses all stood perfectly aligned, each a carbon copy of the house next to it. Each lawn displayed the same vibrant hue of green that the next house did, and the cookie-cutter houses all seemed to sparkle in the bright sun. Not a single thing was out of place; no stray dog dared wander into our neighborhood, and ever-small detail, every little habit that one had was closely monitored by the neighbors. My family and I decided to pay a visit to some candy shop in the middle area of town one day, and that's where I saw him first.

Walking in cautiously, I glimpsed a few people casually browsing the shelves. But a group of rowdy, teenage boys were causing quite a scene, some of them practically ricocheting off the walls. One of them – a dark-haired, muscular boy in his early, maybe even mid, twenties, - was trying to keep the group in order, and failing quite miserably.

I giggled to myself, seeing the resigned, annoyed look on the oldest boy's face, and made my way to a near counter so that I could keep my eyes on them. The smallest kid there separated from the group and made his way to my side of the stand I was at. The other guys all followed and I let out a quiet sigh as I tried to get out of the way of their destructive path. I glanced up and noticed the one who was keeping the others from trashing the place had glanced my way and smiled. I squirmed, and felt my heart flip at that smile. I looked away quickly, telling myself over and over, "It's just a smile, it's just a smile, it's just a smile . . ."

That's when I fell for the leader of the pack

He started walking in my general direction, and I figured that it couldn't hurt to get a little closer; it wasn't like we were going to talk. Maybe he'd even smile at me again. Before I realized it, we were in talking-distance of each other, and I lowered my head to hide the creeping blush on my cheeks.

He gave me a weary half grin. "Hi, I'm Darry."

"Hi, I'm Sabrina," I said quietly

"Nice to meet ya."

"Yes, it's nice to meet you, too," I told him, trying to sound polite.

"Hey, who's the girl, Darry?" A boy with golden-brown hair had noticed the two of us, and smiled brightly. "Ohh, is this one of them girls that used to follow you around, and – "

"Soda!"

"Oh, sorry, Dar."

"Umm you sure you want to leave them alone in a candy store?" I asked.

"I can see all. Wait . . .where's Two-Bit?"

"Over there." Soda pointed to a boy with rusty-colored hair with his arms full of candy.

"Glory, Two-Bit you're hyper enough," Darry yelled and my little sister and my parents came in. My sister ran over to me, grabbing me by my waist.

"Sissy!" she yelped, hugging me.

"Hey, brat," I said affectionately, "Go with mom and dad, okay?"

"Okay," she said brightly, and ran off to find our parents.

"Sorry, gotta love little siblings," I laughed, putting my focus back on Darry.

"Yeah, I have two that are real brothers and four that are like brothers. Two-Bit, Steve and Soda, stop it! I don't have that much money."

"Its okay, Darry, I have some of my check left," Soda yelled back, and Darry rolls his eyes at the site of all the candy everyone had.

"Has anyone showed you around town yet?" Darrel asks and sees the basket of candy I'm holding. "Sugar rush?"

"Er - yeah, I kinda need it to keep up with my sister and all."

"Try having them as family." he jokingly says pointing to everyone in that's with him.

"I think I might pass. Unless . . . you wanna trade lives for a week," I said jokingly just as my sister came up to us with her own pile of candy, both of my parents in tow.

"Eh, I think I'll pass." He smiled and walked past me and I felt him slip something into my jacket pocket. I pulled it out, and it was a phone number. I looked around but he was already half-way out the door, his friends bubbling with excitement, the bounty in their arms. After my parents pay for the candy, and we got home, I sped up to the kitchen and dialed the number, holding my breath as it rang.

"Hello?"

"Darrel?"

"Yeah, Sabrina?"

"Yeah, er - I got your little note in my pocket."

He laughed. "I could sorta tell. Er – I was, uh. . Wondering if you'd like to come over sometime. Maybe I could pick you up, or I could give you directions, or um . . .something."

I felt my heart flutter in my chest. "Oh, that sounds great! Yeah, I'd love to. Er – when'd you have in mind?" Today? Today sounded good to me. Oh, God. I've known the guy for two hours, and already I'm jumping at a chance to see him again?

"Well, I'm off today, and in the evenings..."

"Oh, well, how 'bout today?" Did my voice just squeak? Ugh . . .

"Sure, sounds good."

After getting directions, I told my father that I needed a ride. He was sitting in an armchair, reading the paper; a classic "Dad" position. I still didn't have my license, and I hoped that he wouldn't make embarrassing comments about it.

"Um, dad? Can you drive me over to a friend's house . . ."?

He looked up from the paper, his eyebrow crooked. "Where does she live?"

"Well, it's actually a boy, and he – "

"A boy? Now, do I know him, Sabrina?"

I sighed, biting the inside of my cheek. "He wants to meet you first, Daddy. He's very polite, and, um . . ."

"Well, alright. I suppose we could meet him." He smiled at me, rolling his eyes.

"Thank you, sir."

I quickly went upstairs to get ready. My knee-length black skirt, and slipped on a sweater. I dabbed some rouge across my cheeks, and pulled my hair up in a high ponytail. I came downstairs, and saw my dad at the door, ready to go. I got my shoes on quickly and grabbed my purse, quickly opening the door so that we wouldn't notice my makeup. The drive over was silent, and I kept squirming in my seat as he gave it the look over. We stopped at an old, run-down house. The peeling paint was visible even from the road, the fence was worn and overgrown with weeds – junk was scattered in the driveway.

My dad sighed. "You know this is the wrong side of town."

"Daddy," I whined, "I'll be fine, okay?" We both got out of the car, and I rang the doorbell, anxiously waiting. I heard noise in the background, and it opened with a creak. I smiled when I saw who it was.

"Hello, sir. Hi, Sabrina," Darry said, nodding at my father and me. My father started talking (more like interrogating) to him, Darry politely and firmly answering him. By the time my dad left, he seemed half-way reassured, but gave me a look that clearly said, "We'll talk later."

"Hey come on in." I slowly entered and saw that I had entered a living room. A rug was laid across the floor; stains and years of wear could be seen in it. The old couch was busting at the seams and sat in front of a small TV where a couple of books laid on top of. There were things clustered on the ground, but for the most part, it was pretty clean. It was a happy, lived in room. I smiled shyly as I walked in.

"Hey, weren't you at the candy store today?" I looked up from where I was putting my coat and saw a handsome boy looking at me curiously. He had dark-golden hair that shone brightly and dark brown eyes. I nodded.

"Hey, guys, make room." Soda and another boy scoot over, the other one rolling his eyes slightly. Soda elbowed him playfully, and patted the seat next to him, making a motion for me to sit next to him.

"Sabrina the one next to you is my middle brother Soda." I glanced at Soda again, who waved enthusiastically until the other boy whacked him upside the head. I giggled. "This one is Ponyboy, the youngest." I looked over at Ponyboy, who smiled shyly. He was cute – with shiny auburn colored hair slicked back, and soft green eyes.

Darry continued, "The one in the chair with the beer is Two-Bit." Two-Bit nodded in my direction, and I took in his long side-burns and flickering gray eyes. "The one leaning against the couch is Dallas . . ." I felt myself tense up as a cold, fierce looking boy pursed his lips, looking at me. I looked away quickly.

"The one next to Soda is Steve, Soda's best friend, and the last one over here by Pony is Johnny." I looked over at Johnny, who looked down quickly, blushing, as soon as we made eye contact. He had dark tanned skin and raven colored hair, and was the smallest of them all.

"Guys this is Sabrina."

"Eh - nice to meet y'all," I said.

"Nice to meet you also." they all said and Soda handed me a candy bar.

"Candy?" he asked.

"Sure, thanks. It's going to be nice getting out of the house and away from my bratty sister," I said as I opened the candy.

"Why's that?" Darrel asked.

"She's seven and gets on my nerves a lot. But when she gets sugar, watch out because she'll be up for days." I rolled my eyes, knowing that I should be nicer.

"Nice," Soda said, chuckling.

"Soda's the same way," I heard Pony say and I glanced up at the soft drawl in his voice.

"Look whose talking, Pony," Soda said, adopting an offended look.

"Darry's the worst," Two-bit chimed in, cocking his eyebrow at Darry.

"You don't have a leg to stand on, Two-Bit." I smiled, chuckling softly.

Two-Bit waved off Darry's comment and added, "So, whatta ya into, Sabrina?"

"Eh, not much. I like to horseback ride, and – " I cut myself off, feeling a blush creep along my cheeks.

"Yeees?" Two-Bit asked, leaning in to hear my answer.

"Well, I've always had this thing for motorcycles . . ."

"Motorcycles!" Soda exclaimed, laughing good-naturedly..

"Yeah, but my parents won't let me ride them."

Steve snorted. "Yeah, I'll bet."

"Hmm," Soda said, thinking something over, it seemed, "Well, if ya come by the DX one day, I reckon me and Stevie could show you one," Soda said, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Really?" I could feel the broad grin on my face, and I thought, "These guys aren't so bad . . ."

Shortly after that, Steve and Soda got engaged in an arm wrestling match, and Two-Bit resumed watching the TV. Pony and Johnny were murmuring quietly together, so softly that I couldn't hear, and Dallas . . .well, he didn't need to say a lot, with an appearance like that. I could tell that the whole scene was kinda boring him; I was proven right about half an hour later when he left saying he had "things to do".

Eventually, I found myself sitting on the back porch with Darry, talking like we were old friends.

"So, Sabrina, where do you live again?"

"Eh, somewhere on the South side. My parents found a cheap house there."

"Nice. Is it the 'fun' part of town?" he asked me this with a smirk, but I could detect a hint of sincere curiosity in his voice.

"Nope, it really isn't," I said with a smile, "Most of the people there just seem like they have so much better things to do."

"Yeah, I bet. Where did you move from?"

"Alabama."

"Cool." We sat there for another hour, just talking to each other, sometimes just sitting and enjoying the comfortable silence.

"Well, I should get you back home so you're parents won't worry."

"Okay. I'll show you the way." We got up and went inside and everyone was bouncing off the walls. "You sure you want to leave them alone like that?"

He shrugged, and was heading to the door when Soda said suddenly, "Hey! Where you guys going?"

"Home," I told him, holding out my hand to say good-bye. He turned to Darry.

"Aw, but it's fun to have a girl in the house." I could feel myself blushing. He turned to the others. "Hey y'all! We're taking Sabrina home!"

"No, wait – Sodapop, actually – " Darry started, but it was too late; the other five boys came stampeding to the door, doing back flips and yelling at the top of their lungs, heading straight for the truck. I rolled my eyes at their antics.

"Kids." Darry and I both said at the same time.

"You're twenty, right?" I asked, remembering it coming up before.

"Yup, you are too, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, let's get in and I'll take you home,"

"Okay, cool." We got in the truck and I showed him the way to my house.

"Thanks for the ride, Darry," I said, reaching to open the door, "fell free to call sometime and we could hang out again."

"Maybe I will." We both grin at each other, and I get out, waving to everyone.

"Bye!" They all yell. I went inside and my mom and dad both looked angry.

"Sabrina Marie Gordon!" Mom yells.

"What, Ma?" I asked

"Are those . . .hoodlums?" she asked, looking horrified at the retreating pickup truck.

"Hmm," I smiled, thinking of Darry, my 'hoodlum' friend. I wondered how he and the others would react to that. If only she knew what I knew.

I walked into the doorway, and shrugged, looking over my shoulder at my parents disapproving glares.

"So?"

My folks were always putting him down (down down) / They said he came from the wrong side of town

Unfortunately, as a twenty-year-old adult, my parents could do little more than comment on his looks, or his car, or anything we did together. I continued to 'see' Darry and the others, but it was never alone like the first time – I'd stop by the DX to check up on Steve or Soda. I'd volunteer to pick up Johnny or Pony if Two-Bit or the others couldn't do it – I think I even managed to talk with Dally a couple of times.

But it was Darry that I had the best connection with.

One day, my dad said find someone new/I had to tell my Jimmy we're through

"Sabrina you have to find someone new," Dad told me firmly.

"What?" I turned my head, looking at my Dad, shocked. I had thought that I was in the clear, and that they had finally given up, or had seen the light. I felt my stomach tighten like it was eating a metal can. "W-why?"

"Sabrina, as long as you live in this house, you follow my rules. I. Said. No."

I felt a lump rise in my throat, and I choked on my tears. I went upstairs, ignoring my sister's concerned face, and my mother's open, comforting arms. I wanted to be alone. I hated them all. So much. I just wanted him there. No one else.

The next day, I went over to the Curtis house, and up the porch. I opened the door, and it was open like it always was. Like it will be, even when I'm gone. I bit my lip, forcing back my tears. He'd get over me. They all would. The thought didn't help much, because I guess some part of me wanted this to destroy them just as much as it was destroying me. Maybe they do deserve a better friend. Maybe Darry does. I know he does.

Darry was sitting in his chair, and I told him firmly, "Darry, we need to talk."

"Baby, what is it?" he asked, jumping up to see what was wrong.

"My dad – I can't – it's. . it's not – " I could feel myself breaking down again, and before he could come to me. Wrap his arms around me, and make me forget. Make me do something drastic, or stupid, I blurted it out, "I can't see you anymore."

I'm sorry I hurt you, leader of the pack

There was a pause. "Is that what you say, or what your dad says?" he asked and I hated myself all the more right then and there. I kissed him on the cheek, feeling my heart break. I ran out of the house, and quickly got away. Forget, forget, forget about him. . . I needed to. . .but I needed him. But he doesn't need me.

He doesn't need you.

I sped off in my car, but not before hearing him call out,

"Sabrina! Don't go!"

I stood there and asked her why/ But all she could do was cry

I knew it was over with that last kiss. Her eyes were resigned but determined. I guess she didn't love me as much as I thought.

"Sabrina! Don't go!" I felt myself involuntarily yell out. But it was too late. "Please be safe . . ." I whispered.

She was already gone.

And as she drove away on that rainy night/ I begged her to go slow If she heard I'll never know

It was over before it started. There was a loud, echoing honk that rang through the air, the screech of burning rubber, and a deafening, massive shattering sound. I couldn't breathe, and my heart was ramming in my ribcage. I dare not hope for the worst, and I ran to the spot.

"Someone call 9-1-1!" I roared, turning away from the scene, and where my Sabrina lay.

I felt so helpless what could I do? / Remembering all the things we'd been through

I had let her go, and it was all my fault. The crash was fatal, and her death was quick and painless. I thank God for that, at least. She never felt the pain, but I carried the burden for both of us.

Sometimes, I can still feel her lips brushing against my cheek, her warm breath on my ear. Our last kiss.

We all felt a definite gap in our group without her. She hadn't been there as often as some of the boys were – but she had always been there, it seemed like. She crept up into our lives in small ways – whether it was a quick visit, or running an errand; she had been our friend, and now she was forever gone. I hoped that wherever she was, she had a tough bunch friends to protect her from harm and take care of her, and that big black motorcycle that she had always wanted

I met her at the candy store . . .

She turned around and. . .

smiled at me.