This is a continuation of my one-shot 'Dally's Girl', you don't have to read it first but it would be great if you did.

Chapter One- Losing Him

May 1st, 1965

It had been a month since Dallas Winston had died.

A month since Rose Holden had lost her boyfriend, the love of her life and the father of her unborn child. Not that he had known that.

Since his death Rose had been struggling, not only was she grieving for Dally but she also had to face the fact that at eighteen she would become a single mother. Something she had never imagined for herself.

Rose was still surprised that her parents didn't kick her out or sent her away when they found out, but that was mainly her mother's doing. Her father had been all for sending her away to her grandparents, her mother had to basically beg. Her father still hadn't spoken to her.

Rose was now sitting on the front step of the Curtis' house. She had grown to love the Curtis boys like they were her own family, and had been spending an increased amount of time at their house since Dally's death.

It was one of the few ways she could cling to the memory of him, keeping him alive in her head. Her parents didn't agree with their friendship. But they didn't agree with her being with Dally and it didn't stop her then.

"Hey Rosie" said a familiar voice

Rose looked up to see Tim Shepherd waltzing up to the gate, leaning against it but not making any effort to open it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked

"In the neighborhood" he said with a shrug, but Rose knew there was more to it, "You?"

"Pretty much the same" she answered, if he wasn't going to fully answer her she wouldn't fully answer him

Tim let out a short chuckle, smirking at Rose. They had always gotten on well, even though he and Dally were always going at it.

"How you holding up?" He asked, his smirk turning into a frown

"I've been better" she said, looking down at her hands in her lap, "But I'm getting there"

Tim nodded, but he was still frowning, he looked like he wanted to say something but didn't know how to. Rose got up from the steps and walked over to the gate, her hands crossed against her chest.

"I think I'm just going to head home" she said, opening the gate and stepping out, "It was nice seeing you"

Rose gave him a weak smile before turning and walking in the direction of her house. Seeing Tim was hard, he reminded her so much of Dally. And thinking of Dally only hurt her more.

She looked up when she heard her name being called, turning her head to see Tim jogging towards her.

"Can't let you walk home by yourself" he said, smirking at her, "Dally would kill me"

His smirk fell when he realized what he said. Dally couldn't kill him. Because Dally was dead.

They walked in silence the rest of the way, neither really knowing what to say. They got odd looks from her neighbours, probably wondering what she was doing with a hood like Tim Shepherd.

"Thanks for walking me home" she said, stopping outside her house, "It was real nice of you"

"You know me" he said, the smirk returning to his face, "Always the gentleman"

"Course" she said, letting out a laugh, "I'll see you around"

"You need anything, you know where I am" he said, taking a few steps away from her, "I'll see you later"

Rose gave him a small wave, which he returned before walking off, where he was going she didn't know. She walked up the steps and opened the door. She knew her parents were home because the car was in the driveway. She braced herself for their endless questions about where she had been, what she had been doing, who she was with.

"Who was that?" Asked her mother from her spot on the lounge

"A friend" Rose said, trying to avoid anymore questions, "He offered to walk me home"

"That was nice of him" she said stifly

Her mother had a hard time believing that all greasers weren't bad, she thought they were all no good hoods to her.

Donna Holden was a born Soc, her father was a well-off lawyer and her mother a housewife, both had come from money and had been rather disappointed that she had married a man they viewed beneath her. That was why she always pushed Rose to date those rich boys, wanting her to regain the social status she had lost. So imagine her disappointment to find out her daughter was with a greaser.

Jack Holden shared his wife's views, just with less predjudice. He wanted his daughter to do well in life. And no she was pregnant to a no good hood who went and got himself killed.

Rose knew that her mother was refraining from saying everything she wanted to, after all, Rose had spent the last month crying in her mother's arms. But she was sure that as soon as her mother thought she was okay she would let loose.

"I have to go and study" she said, climbing the first few steps of the stairs, "I have my last exam tomorrow"

Rose was glad that at least she had gotten pregnant at the end of the school year. That way she could graduate and wouldn't have to go to school and face everyone and their judgement.

"Okay" was all Donna said

Rose went up to her room and stayed there for the rest of the night, only coming out to have dinner. They sat in silence as they ate, as they always did these days.

It was only after Rose returned to her room did her parents speak, starting up the same argument as they did every night since they found out she was pregnant. She sat at the top of the stairs, listening in on their conversation.

"What are we going to do about her?" Jack asked his wife, "We can't keep this a secret much longer, people are going to find out"

"What do you want to do?" Asked Donna, "Get her an abortion, she would hate you forever if you made her do that. She's eighteen, she's not a teenager we can just ship off for nine months and then come back and act like nothing happened"

"We should have never let her be with him" he yelled, "He was no good and no he's ruined her life"

"Don't let her hear you say that" she hissed, looking up at the roof like she knew that Rose was listening in, "She loved him, and you know she would have been with him no matter what we said"

"That doesn't make me feel any better" he said, "We failed her, and now she'll never have the life we wanted her to have. No good respectable man will marry her now"

"And what are you going to do?" She asked, "Throw your only daughter out onto the street"

"Of course not"

"Then we both better get used to how things are because they're about to get so much harder" she said, "Rose knows what she did was a mistake, and now she's paying for it. Don't make it any harder for her then it already is"

At this point Rose had had enough of listening to their argument, returning to her room and collapsing on her bed in tears.

Dally was not a mistake.

This baby, his baby, was not a mistake.

It was nights like these that Rose would lie in her bed, wishing that things were the way they once were. That there would be a tap on her window, that it would be Dally and he would climb through her window. They would cuddle and make out, keeping quiet so her parents wouldn't hear. And then in the morning he would sneak out, and her parents would be none the wiser.

But that wouldn't happen. Because Dally was dead. And it was time that Rose faced the truth, no matter how much it hurt her.

'Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.'

Mitch Albom