One Last Sad Song Chapter 1: Beautiful Disaster, an outsiders fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders, although sometimes I wish I did. I do, however, own Kylie and any other characters that came out of my imagination

Beautiful Disaster

By Kelly Clarkson

He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold

Kylie through the vase against the wall, knocking down two pictures of her and her friends. Her tears ran angrily down her cheeks, smearing her make-up she had freshly applied that evening. Her black evening gown was smudged with mud and her silky hair was now falling freely from her bun.

"I'm so sick of this!" She shouted to the wall, she knew he could hear her, but it was just too hard to face him.

"Sick of what?" Dallas Winston shouted back. Kylie spun around angrily to face him. She tried to control her tears but they just wouldn't stop. She let out a sob and then stomped her foot on the hardwood floor.

"This!" She screamed, "You always getting into trouble, being around other girls, never spending any time with me!" Dally shook his head and licked his lips.

"What do you call this?" He said in a voice that spoke for itself. Kylie bit her lip holding in another long sob. He was always so difficult, so hard to understand.

"We were going to go to a party, and it was going to be fun! But then you decide that you are going to go get into some fight and then mess around with some chick!" Kylie stormed into the next room, screaming words normally only Dallas would use. Dally followed her there and leaned against the wall.

And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
It just ain't right

"That was what you wanted, to go to that party with all those fancy, high class people?" He asked raising his voice. Kylie nodded and slouched down against the wall. Dally shook his head and headed toward the door. "I can't believe this!" Kylie shuddered at the sound of his voice, the coldness in it that just seemed to fill the room. She jumped back up and through herself against the door to block it.

"Well, maybe I just hate it when you're in jail all the time! You never think about me, you know!" Dally turned around and paced back and forth before shaking his head angrily and turning back to Kylie.

"I never think about you? I never think about you? Then why was I going to some party that I would never be caught dead at, for you?" Kylie's tears ran faster down her cheek and she couldn't help noticing her reflection in the mirror by the door.

"Dally…" She whispered. Why was it always like this? Why did they have to fight all the time? Dally slammed his fist against the wall next to Kylie.

"Darn it, Kylie!" Kylie's tears were streaming silently now, but the pain in her heart didn't go away.

Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

Kylie leaned back against the door and sighed. Dally walked toward her. "Look, I can't change for you, I can't change for anybody." His eyes were blazing and Kylie just looked away.

"Couldn't you at least try?" she whispered, her eyes closed. Kylie prepared herself for what was going to come next, and held her breath. When nothing happened she opened her eyes to look up at Dally who was standing over her shaking his head.

"No," he whispered, "I don't think I could."

He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see

Kylie shook her head and looked at her feet. "Then why do I bother to stay here, with you?" She didn't mean it to sound so harsh, but it was exactly how she felt. Dally's eyes flamed again and he backed away from her.

"I don't know, Kylie, why do you? I mean I was never good enough for you from the beginning, now was I?" Kylie shook her head exhaustedly.

"Dallas! It's not like that and you know it. But you could at least try! I changed for you, now don't you think you could do the same for me?" Dally threw his hands up in the air and stared at her.

"Kylie…" Then he stopped, he didn't know what else to say. There fights always ended the same way, he admitted it was his fault and everything was fine. He wasn't going to give in this time.

And do I try to change him?
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight

Dally walked to the mirror where he stood in a tie, a tie! He shook his head at his reflection and then walked to the sofa where his leather jacket was slung over the back. He quickly pulled it off of the back and stormed out the back door.

Kylie leaned her head against the back of the white wooden door she was lying against. Sobs came quickly and tears fell, this time she didn't mind crying. She reached up and untied the ribbon that held her blonde hair in a once tight bun. Her hair fell softly around her face, messily matching with the smeared make-up and dirt-covered dress.

Oh 'cause I don't know
I don't know what is after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

Dallas walked wildly down the street to where his T-Bird was parked. To him, Kylie was different, maybe even special. But he didn't love her, Dallas couldn't love. Could he? He walked silently, slowing his pace before pausing completely a few feet away from his car. Did he love her? Was he making a mistake?

Kylie sat up abruptly and snatched her sweater from the coat rack. She grabbed a key and ran out the door. She wasn't going to let him get away. As much as she'd like to say she hated Dallas Winston, the words always seemed to get lost behind 'I love you'.

She walked fast, then sped up her pace and began running. I'm sorry, she thought. I'm really sorry. She couldn't quite think of the words she wanted to use with him, but she knew they had to be just right or else she'd lose him for good.

I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle
Waited so long
So long

Dally tried to ignore his thoughts and opened his car door. This was it, he was sick of the same girl, anyway, he needed a change. "Dally! Dallas Winston! Wait a minute!" He heard the words but intended to ignore them. She was just a girl, just an ordinary girl. Another girl for him to walk away from, he thought guiltily.

He slammed the car door anxiously. She wasn't going to change his mind. He was going, he didn't know where, but he was going.

Kylie ran down the wet street in her bare feet. She could feel the concrete scrape against the padded bottom of her feet, but she didn't care, she messed up, again. This time she had to fix it. She would just have to learn to deal with Dallas the way he was. Even if it did mean he was incapable of loving her back.

At this thought Kylie began to cry again. She needed him. And as far as she was concerned, he needed her. The headlights of the T-Bird lit up as the engine of the car started. "Stop!" Kylie screamed at the top of her lungs hoping he would hear her. No luck, the car started pulling away from the curb, causing Kylie to run as fast as she could force her feet to go.

Dally looked in the rearview mirror at what he was leaving behind, the beautiful girl who was running toward the car. Dally forced himself to look away and then ripped the mirror off. This car was old anyway. He closed his eyes for a moment before putting his hands back on the steering wheel.

He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the end he breaks
He's never enough

And still he's more than I can take

Dally opened his eyes in time to see Kylie blocking his car. Tears flowing down her face, hair a complete mess, and a ripped evening gown still made her look amazing. He took a deep breath and pulled the keys out of the ignition.

Kylie let out one last sob as Dally opened the door and stepped out. His eyes were no longer burning, but soft and gentle. Kylie stared at him for a minute before opening up her mouth to speak.

"I…I'm sorry," she managed to whisper. Dally just nodded and stood directly in front of her. Kylie looked up at him and then back down at the ground. "I am." She finished it, just to make sure that he had heard her correctly. To be honest, she couldn't think of anything else to say.

After what seemed like forever, Dally swooped her up in a hug, in the middle of the street. Cars honked and people shouted and headlights swarmed around them, but neither one seemed to notice. "I'm sorry, too." Dally managed the words with all he had left.

Kylie walked down the steps in a blue pair of sweats and an old T-shirt. She'd thought the night was ruined, she thought her life was ruined. Dally was sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket. Kylie smiled to herself before finishing the walk down the stairs. "Hey, stranger."

Dally looked up and smiled before patting the place next to him. Kylie nodded and found herself in the warm safety of Dallas Winston again. It was beautiful, even after a beautiful disaster.