A/N: So, uh, hey guys! Long time no update, right? Fuck, I'm honestly so sorry. Times have changed though and it's just fanfiction hasn't really been my thing. I've been writing some of my own original stories lately. And I've been trying to focus more on school. I just dropped from French immersion back to English and let me tell you it's hard.
But so lately I've re-read The Girl Who Cried Wolf and I've decided that I want to try to re-write it. Which is gonna be really hard, because I'm going to try to change as little as possible but make it a good story. So if I succeed at this, give me a fucking metal or something, because I was shit.
And I'd like to say sorry for being such an annoying little shit. But like I said, times have changed, and so have I. I'm really sorry for not paying attention to the advice some of the reviewers were giving me.
Please, give me another chance.

Chapter 1

Candie's POV

I was in the middle of a drining contest with Two-Bit when I heard the door open then slam shut as Soda got home from work. "You guys are going to drink to your death, I swear." He said as soon as he got over to us.

"Pfft, no." Two-Bit slurred. "Don't be like that. I- I'm not even drunk."

Soda looked amused when Two-Bit hiccuped, but the expression quickly left when he saw the empty bottles again. "Seriously though, don't tell you guys drank all these today."

"Technically no, Two-Bit drank all these today. I just convinced him I drank some too." I explained. Soda looked at me, worried, and started to say something when I cut him off. "It's Two-Bit. I've seen him drink more than this."

Soda looked over to the clock and shook his head. "Not before noon you haven't. Was he okay when he got over here? Did he seem upset? Did he-"

"Soda!" I cut him of, chuckling a bit. "It was a drinking contest. It was my idea. He's fine. Look, if you really want to help, get him a glass of water and make sure you have advil. He's gonna need it."

Soda looked over at Two-Bit, who was currently staring mesmerized at his almost empty bottle of beer as he swirled it around, then headed to the kitchen. I sat on the couch and watched Two-Bit, smirking a bit when he hiccuped again. After a minute of watching Two-Bit stare dumbly at the beer bottle, I decided to start cleaning up the beer bottles instead of rushing to clean them all up right before Darry got home.

I brought the bottles into the kitchen and started rinsing them out when Soda showed up beside me with a cup in his hand. "Where'd you guys get all this beer anyways?"

"Well Two brought it, so I'm assuming it's stolen." I shrugged, looking as Soda.

When I was done rinsing out all the the bottles and Soda got the water we sat with Two-Bit and watched some cartoons. Two-Bit spent most of the time complaining because he wanted Mickey Mouse to be on TV. The next hour or so was spent like this, until we heard someone yelling down the street.

Two-Bit was the first one to pick up on it. "Guys, does that sound like Ponyboy to you? Or is it just me?"

That's all it took to get Soda up and out the door, quickly followed by Two-Bit and I. When Two-Bit and I caught up to Soda we saw him and Steve trying to fight some socs off of Pony. Two-Bit ran up to join them, but I stayed back. I'd jump in if needed, but I figure I might as well stay back in case I needed to call for more help or something, right?

Not even a minute later Johnny and Dally had shown up too. Like me, Johnny chose to stay back a bit. Most likely for other reasons, but I couldn't say I blamed the kid. It didn't take long for them to fight the socs off. Darry pulled up in his truck and quickly got out and ran over to Pony to check on him.

When I walked over Pony was assuring Soda and Darry that he was okay, and he attempted to change the topic. "Hey Dal, when'd you get out of the cooler? Thought you were supposed to be in for ninety days or somethin'?"

"Good behavior, got out early." Dally smirked. "You'd think they'd know by now I'm gonna be back in another month." The rest of the gang greated Dally and he went over to talk to Johnny. Not feeling like interupting them to welcome my Dally out of jail, again, I walked over to Pony and asked him if he was okay.

"I'm fine." Pony told me, sounding slightly irritated.

"Honestly?" I asked him. "I ain't gonna make fun of you or nothin', just wanted to make sure."

Pony shrugged. "I'm a little shook up, I guess. And my head's pounding."

I nodded. "Next time you feel like going to see a movie I'll tag along if you want, or at least just walk you there and back." Pony nodded and I jogged up to join Dally.

"What," I started. "Ain't you gonna say hi to your sister?"

Yep, sister. As much as I hated it, it was true. I was the sister of Dallas Winston. I mean, it does have some perks, but at the same time, there are many things to hate about it too. Sure not as many people will mess with me because of it, but there are so many expectations of me. And everyone who knows who Dally is, knows who I am. Not because he talks about me or anything, just because it's something you notice. And don't get me wrong, I'd much rather be Dally's sister than Darry's, but Dally can be so strict. That's probably partly because it can fuck up his reputation though. It wouldn't look to good on him if his little sister was a ditz who was always getting jumped by the socs.

Dally didn't say anything, he just looked over at me and grinned a bit. "What's up? I saw you just standing there when Pony was being jumped." He said accusingly.

I smirked. "A lady has no place in a fight." I pretended to curtsy with my imaginary skirt but Dally nudged me a bit, causing me to almost fall. "It was fine. You guys had it under control, didn't you?"

"Candyass." Dally chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and shoved him a bit. "I am not." I pouted. Dally raised an eyebrow and I cracked a grin. "Well, anyways, Two and I were just about to head to the park. Weren't we Two?"

I looked over at Two-Bit, who didn't seem to be near as drunk as he was only two hours prior and he nodded. "Uh, yeah. We'll see you guy in a little bit."

"If you guys are planning on eating dinner here it'll be ready in about an hour." Darry told us before we left.

The park was only about a fifteen minute walk, so it didn't talk long to get there. As a habit, as soon as we got there I went straight to the monkey bars and hung upside down from them. Two-Bit smirked an shook his head as he walked over to the swings. "Why do you always do that?" He asked me.

"I'm not sure." I answered truthfully. "It's just kind of a habit I guess. It's not even that amusing, really."

Two-Bit stared at me for a minute longer before speaking again. "What did you want to talk about. Do you have another plan for a prank or something?"

I got down and smirked. "Right to business, then." I chuckled. "What do you think would really tick him off? What could happen in the short time he was in jail?"

Two-Bit thought for a moment before answering. "Sylvia two-timing him?"

I shook my head. "Naw, he already found out about that and he didn't really care. And that's not much of a prank anyhow."

Two-Bit thought again. "Like something involving us? Because I know he's real strict with you. We could say you got knocked up or somethin'. And we could say I'm the dad. He'd go ape."

I could practically feel my eyes light up at the idea. Dally's reaction would be priceless. But if he gets too mad the chances of Two-Bit getting hurt are pretty high. Was I willing to risk it?

Yes.

We spent the rest of the time coming up with a lie in case Dally asks us any questions. We decided to announce it at dinner in front of everyone to make it more entertaining. Soda would know we were lying, because he's usually part of our little pranks so he can tell when we're lying, but no one else would know we were lying. They'd all think I was actually knocked up.

But by the time we got to the Curtis' I was nervous and starting to second guess the whole thing. Nothing good could come out of it. I mean, sure it could cause a few good laughs, but like Two-Bit said, Dally can be really strict with me, and this would definetly be somthing Dally would exactly be to happy with. So even if he doesn't get mad at me, Two-Bit would deffinetly be in shit. There is no way Dally would let Two-Bit walk away unharmed. Unless we told him it was a prank just before we anyone got hurt. But who knew when that was. I mean, that could be right away.

I stopped outside the Curtis' and took a deep breath before I entered. Dally's reaction wouldn't be as good if he was expecting me to tell himself something, so I had to go in with a smile on my face, like everything was normal. And that's what I did.

I walked inside and straight to the kitchen to help Darry with setting the table with a smile on my face. I sat quietly on the counter beside where Darry was cooking and waited for it to be done so I could tell everyone. I was part of the converation, I joked about how Dally's always in prison, I threw some food at Two-Bit. Everything was normal. No one suspected anything.

So when the words came out of my mouth, it came as a huge shock to everyone.

Thanks again for reading this guys. I seriously means a lot. There may be a few spelling errors, and if there are I'm sorry. I don't have spell check. Still. But obviously my spelling is a lot better than it was. And I'm really not sure if advil existed in the 60s. It probably didn't so sorry. I'll stop using name brands for stuff like that.