DISCLAIMER: I DONOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS

Okay, so Dally's sister Brittany is hitting puberty... that's basically what is going on... OH AND she confesses something to him as well ;)

thanks greasy girl love for writing this with me

Brittany POV

I begin to burst out laughing at my older brother's joke towards Two-Bit. "Dally, you asshole!" Two-Bit screams.

"Hey, blame her, man." He says pointing at me. I continue to laugh as I get up and walk towards the bathroom.

"Sure, blame the one that has to pee." At that, everyone, even Darry, laughs. I walk into the bathroom, shut the door and sit down on the toilet. This huge burst of pain runs through my stomach. I almost collapse but I can refrain for now.

After I'm done, I wipe and then pull my pants up. I go to flush but something stops me; this black and red mess…

I start hyperventilating and panicking. "DAAAALLLLYYYY!"

Dallas POV

I'm sittin' around with the guys when all of a sudden…

"DAAAALLLLYYYY!" I hear my baby sister scream from upstairs. I look at the guys and run up to the screaming.

I open the door to the bathroom and see her sweating and looking panicked. She runs over to me and embraces me. I slowly hug her back letting her cry into my chest.

Damn, I haven't seen her this upset since I first got hauled in…

"Brit, what the hell is-." I begin to say but she cuts me off.

"DALLY WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME, AM I DYING, AM I TURNING INTO A SOC, AM I-…" she looks up at me. "YOU… I told you THREE FUCKING WEEKS AGO TO WASH THAT FUCKING DAMN ASS JACKET, IT SMELLS LIKE SYLVIA, I TOLD YOU I NEVER LIKED THAT FUCKING WHORE DID YOU KNOW SHE CHEATED ON YOU LIKE FIVE CRACKER ASS TIMES!?"

I let go of her and slowly take off my jacket. "Okay… okay… I'll wash it… just calm-."

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF FUCK!" she screams at me. I slowly back up out of the bathroom and bump into Darry.

"What the hell is wrong?" he asks me. I shove my jacket in his face.

"I. NEED. TO. WASH. THIS…" he then slowly walks away He slowly walks over to her and bends down to get to her level.

"What's wrong Brit?" he asks her soothingly.

"YOU DON'T MASH YOUR POTATOES RIGHT! IT TOLD YOU A YEAR AGO, YOU PUT GARLIC AND CHEESE IN IT! NOT ON IT! I TOLD YOU A YEAR AGO BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN AND I REALLY LIKE EATING FOOD HERE SO I DIDN'T WANT TO SAYING ANYTHING BUT It BOTHER'S ME BUT YOU DON'T LISTEN TO MY FEELINGS DARRY! MY FEELINGS!" she throws herself on top of him and begins to cry even more.

He sighs. "SODA!" He screams. Soda runs up. Darry begins to whisper to him. "Go buy some feminine products…" Soda gives him the weirdest look and whispers back.

"For you?"

He almost yell whisper back at him. "No… the crying child." Soda comes to realization and leaves. I begin to pace around the room.

"WHY ARE YOU WHISPERING AROUND ME?! AM I NOT TRUSTWORTHY ABOUT SECRETS?" she cries some more.

"Umm… Dally has something to tell you TELL HER DALLY!" Darry literally throws her at me and runs out of the room.

Thanks Darry… thanks a fucking lot…

She sniffles a little and looks up at me. "Are you dying?"

"No, of course not," I say tensely.

"But you would tell me if you were right?" she asks me.

"Of course I would."

"… then are you?" she asks again.

I smile weakly at her. "Not at all, now… ugh… this is really difficult to do…" I sigh. She looks up at me.

"What's difficult to- UGGGHH!" she clutches her stomach and curls up into a ball on the tile floor.

"It's difficult to explain that, ESPECIALLY to my little Brit… now… just sit and listen all right? Then if you have questions, that I KNOW you will have, you can ask then, alright?"

"Alright…"

"Okay… now you're a girl. Only girls go through this during… three to like maybe like eight days a month. Now, what happens is, is that once a month, or maybe twice who even mother fucking knows anymore, your ovaries release this egg like thingy that travels through this tube for like two days… ya followin' me so far?" she nods her head and I continue.

"If ya don't… kiss or nothin' with guys, which you will NEVER… EVER… DO… it will enter your… uterus. Then that is what causes the blood to come out of your va-… va…"

I don't care who the fuck you are, it is IMPOSSIBLE to say vagina to your thirteen year old sister.

"Vagina Dally… I know what a vagina is." She says chuckling a little.

"Well, you SHOULDN'T! Anyway Brit, now this nastiness builds up in said uterus and that is what is coming out of… you. It will about once a month, probably every three to four weeks. You will feel that pain and all that jazz, man. To, lets' just say, catch the blood, you either wear a tampon or pad, YOU can decide. There's directions on the box so when Soda comes back you can figure it out. Do you have any questions?" I finish.

"Just one…" she says quietly.

"Well what is it Brit?" I ask.

"What does it mean when you get with someone? Two-Bit was talkin' about how he got with this busty blonde broad the other day… what does busty mean?" she asks.

Two-Bit… I'm going to fucking kill Two-Bit… and what the hell am I going to tell her?! I can't tell her that she has the biggest chest I've ever seen in my fucking mother bitchin' life!

"Umm… well… TWO- FUCK GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!" I scream. He stomps into the room.

"What the hell ya want Dally?" he asks me.

"What did you tell her the other day, ya know, about that busty blonde…" I say with my teeth clenched.

"Well… ummm… I-I- she wanted to know what I was doing!" he answers me.

"You didn't tell her NOTHIN'… right?" I asks angrily.

"Do ya really think I'm that stupid." He says walking away. Brit is intensely staring at me.

"What…" I say to her.

"Ya didn't answer me Dal…" she says softly. "Wait, is that what I did with… OHHHH! I GET IT NOW!"

"Okay, then what did you get?" I ask her. She blushes ferociously.

"Ummm… ummm… well… ya hug without a shirt on… yeah YEAH. THAT'S what you do…" she trails off.

"Who and what and where…" I say to her very tensely.

"Alright Dally I did it with Pony… ya happy?" she says to me.

I can't believe it… my baby sister did it with… she isn't a… holy fuck I'm gonna kill that kid.

"PONYBOY CURTIS YOU ARE IN SOME DEEP SHIT!" I scream. I hear footsteps getting closer to where I am. Soda and Pony walk into the room.

"I got the products and why is my brother in deep shit?" Soda asks.

"Well, your BROTHER did the naughty nastiness with my sister here." I tell him. Pony's whole face turns red.

"Pony… you didn't…" Soda says astonished at Pony. "Come on… lets' just leave these two alone for a sec." Soda says as he closes the door and leaves the room.

I look back at Brittany. We sit there in silence for a couple minutes.

"What do ya want from me Dally? We did it, alright? Do you really need to know anything else…? Please don't be mad at me… I can't stand it when you're mad at me…" she says to me.

I sigh. "I can never stay mad at ya Brit… but why… why did ya HAVE to do it at such a young age?"

"When did you lose your virginity Dal?" she asks me sort of with anger.

"… I was twelve…"

"See? I'm older than you when I-." I cut her off.

"It's different… you're a girl… my baby sis… it's different… I wanted you to keep your innocence as long as possible…"

Brittany POV

I can tell he's getting worked up over this. I go over and hug him. "What happened to your jacket Dal?" I ask him.

"You told me to wash it 'cuse it smelled like Sylvia…" he says.

"Oh… yeah… right…"? I let him go. "Go on, get outta here… I gotta figure out how to use these anyway." I say picking up the bag Soda placed in here.