A/N: So this is my first Outsiders fanfic, and its been a while since I've read the book or seen the movie, so I'm definately just winging it. This is about three years after the book, and I guess its a little Mary-Sue, but I'm allowed one once in a while? Right?

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders. They belong to S.E. Hinton, I do however own Valerie, Mike and Anne.

Summery: The rules were simple. Stand by the gang. Have each others back. And never, ever date a sister. But then again, Steve Randale wasn't much for rules.

Background Info: After their parents death, Pony and Soda and Darry lived on their own, but Valerie, the youngest, was sent to live with her aunt because it was 'inappropriate' for a young girl to be raised by three boys. But as a teenager, Valerie learned that she loved to party and bring strangers home to her bedroom. After getting caught for the third time, her aunt finally kicked her out. Her brothers know nothing about her partying lifestyle, but they are about to find out...[I'll use Italics for flashbacks

Breaking All of the Rules

Chapter One

Steve Randale sat behind the counter of the DX, flipping through a magazine. It was late at night, and the store was getting ready to close. Sodapop was in the back, stocking shelves.

"You could get off your lazy ass and help me, you know?" Soda called from the back.

"Can't," Steve said, flipping a page, "might get a customer."

Soda laughed and continued stocking. The bell above the door rang, signaling that someone had entered the store. "Sorry, we're closed--" he began. His words faultered when he looked up and saw the girl standing in the doorway.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, with dark reddish brown hair and beautifully pale skin. Her eyeliner was on heavy, but her lips were a natural pink. She wore tight, short skirt and a tank-top, showing off her small, but shapely frame.

She saw him checking her out and waved her fingers at him. "I'm not a customer," she said, her voice sounded sweet and sultry at the same time. "I'm just looking for Soda."

Soda came up from the back. "I'm done," he said, his eyes falling on the girl. "What are you doing here? Does Darry know you came?"

Steve watched as the girl shrugged her sexy shoulders. "I was there alone. I was bored."

"Who's your friend?" Steve asked Soda as casually as he could.

"This is my sister, Valerie," Soda said, not even looking at Steve. "I told you before, you can't just go walking around here alone, Val, it's dangerous."

Valerie rolled her eyes. "Oh please," she said. "Like anything is really going to happen."

"You're just itchin' to get yourself in trouble, aren't you?" Soda asked, going behind the counter to grab the keys.

Valerie ignore him and turned to Steve. "And what's your name?" she asked, once again in her sultry voice. Soda gave her a look that said 'don't even', but she just smiled back at him.

"Steve," was all he could say. "So you're Soda's sister?" He asked, trying to be cool.

Soda cleared his throat, uncomfortable at the looks being exchanged between his sister and his best friend.

"You need to be more careful," Soda continued, "especially dressed like that."

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" She asked, pretending to be hurt. "Steve, do you think there's anything wrong with what I'm wearing?" she batted her eyelashes at him.

"Uh...," Steve said, not wanting to piss Soda off.

"Lets go," Soda said, walking past them to lock the doors. He held the door open for both of them, and watched as Steve watched Valerie walk.

"Don't even think about it," Soda said, when Valerie stepped aside to light a smoke. "She's sixteen."

"No worries," Steve replied, shaking his head.

The three of them walked back to the house. The living room was filled with the gang, as usual.

"Where have you been?" Darry asked, furious when she came walking through the living room.

"I went to see Soda," Valerie said, rolling her eyes and walking past him to the bedroom she shared with Soda and Pony.

They had put in another bed for her, and hung a shower curtain to separate the two. He followed her in. "This isn't like Anne's house, you can't just go wondering off alone without letting anybody know."

"Oh, you're going to start giving me rules now?" she asked him with attitude.

"Yes, you have rules, dammit," he said. "Do you know what can happen out there?"

"Okay, I get it, Dad," she emphasized the last word, reminding him that he wasn't her dad, that he was only her brother.

"What happened to her?" Darry asked as he joined Soda in the kitchen.

Valerie lay on her bed, still upset from her encounter with Darry. She wasn't a little girl anymore. There was nothing wrong with what she wore, she had seen her brothers go crazy over girls wearing similar outfits in the past. And so what if she like having people look at her?

"Shh," Valerie said as she and her boyfriend-of-the-night snuck through her bedroom window. "My aunt is a tyrant. If she caught me with you she'd send me to a convent."

"That would be hell for a girl like you," Mike said, putting his hands on her hips and moving close to her.

A girl like you? His words hurt her, but at the same time she knew she deserved the title. She replaced her pain with a giggle and kissed him.

She lay underneath him, pretending to enjoy what he was doing to her. But she couldn't get those words out of her mind. A girl like you.

And now, as she lay in the bed in the room she shared with her brothers, the words still haunted her. A girl like you. She wondered if Steve would like a girl like her. She wondered if he would be like the boys she had 'dated' before, who used her for sex and then mocked her to his friends, or if he would actually care about her. She wondered if her brothers would even let him get close.