DISCLAIMER: I DONOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS

"Come on Julie! Hurry up!"
Two-Bit yells from the living room. Me and him are going to The Dingo tonight. We have been friends, I believe, since before birth. We do everything and anything together, well, except kiss and all that jazz. The only major difference is that obviously we are different genders even thought I am treated like one of the guys, but I have never been in a relationship, EVER. The gang, Steve, Darry, Soda, Pony, and Johnny find that hard to believe though. Two-Bit on the other hand gets laid every night. It has never really bothered me unless I was trying to sleep. It's not that I don't want a guy to call mine, it's just that I never really WANTED or NEEDED a guy at one point another. And if I did try to find him, where would I start?!

"Coming!" I come downstairs from my room, go into the living room and grab my leather jacket. I live at his house most of the time 'cuse either my mom, or dad is drunk, or they're both drunk and CONSTANTLY fighting.

"Took ya long enough," he says.

"Shut your trap!" we begin to laugh and walk outside onto the sidewalk. We are almost NEVER serious with each other, everything we say is a joke, but sometimes people don't get that, the gang understands though.

We talk the whole way to The Dingo. When we get to the entrance and open the door, we hear Elvis playing on the record player (I swear that's all they play here, but who's complaining!). We take our usual seat and begin to talk and make fun of each other. When I begin to jam to the song in my seat, Two-Bit really starts cracking up laughing.

"You look so freakin' stupid!"

"Aw shut it man!" I begin to sing along to Elvis. I hear him stop laughing and the whole place is silent except for my singing. Once the song is over, I hear a roar of applause and see Two-Bit intensely staring at me, "What,"

"You still amaze me,"

"Oh, my singin'? It's not that good-,"

"Have a HUGE ego for once, you are amazing!" I feel myself blush a little.

"Aw shucks," do I like Two-Bit? Yes, would I want to call him "mine"? We are too good of friends to risk that, "Here, I'm gonna go put another song on," I get up and he starts callin' me names. I begin to walk backwards and yell at him back which evolves into us laughing hysterically laughing. I turn and face the record player and go through the records they have, completely oblivious to who is leaning against it.

"Haven't I seen ya before?" this deep mysterious voice says from me. I jump a little from how close it sounds, "Jeez you're jumpy man," I look up at him. He's tall, blonde, ungreased hair, and the most crystal blue eyes that could turn you into ice. I think I stared at him a little longer than I should have after I heard him chuckle, "Damn, ya see somethin' ya like?" I go back to lookin' at the records.

"Well, I could tell ya, but then I'd have ta kill ya," he laughs a little.

"You're alright," there's a brief moment of silence between us, "Elvis or The Beatles-,"

"Elvis," I look at him, he's got a smirk plastered on his face, "Do YOU see somethin' ya like?" he still smirks at me, I laugh and put Tutti Frutti on. I walk back over to me and Two-Bit's seat. He looks at me in shock, "What!" I finally say.

"You finally found your man," he leans back in his seat.

"Who, him?"

"No, Santa freakin' Clause, who do ya think," he looks at me and looks over at the tall blonde I was just talking to and smiles at him, "Hey Dally, come on ov'r here!" he begins to walk towards us and sits next to me in the booth, "Why don't you PROPERLY introduce yourself to my friend here," Two-Bit tries to say very maturely but it only makes all of us laugh.

"Well," he turns to me, "I'm Dally, you know Two- Butt?"

"Yeah, we have been close friends for our whole life really, how do ya know him?" I ask him.

"I met him almost what man, a week ago?" he asks Two-Bit. Two-Bit nods and turns his head back toward me, "I just moved here from-,"

"New York? I can tell, you have a strong accent,"

"Do I hear a bit of New Yorker from you?"

"Yeah, Brooklyn is more like it," Suddenly, someone calls Two-Bit and he gets up.

"Hey guys, I'll be ov'r there if ya need me, you two cats have fun, but not TOO much fun," Two-Bit leaves and joins another table leaving me alone at our booth with Dally. There's something about Dally that comes off as strange to me. I don't know what, but it sparks my curiosity.

"I never asked ya your name," he says. I look at him.

"So…"

"So what?" he has the same smirk he gave me at the record player.

"Are ya gonna ask or what?" this makes us both laugh.

"Do I have ta doll?"

"Doll? Who the hell ya callin' doll!" he looks thrown back by my yelling like no one has yelled at him like that before, "Calm down, it's only a joke. I'm Julie,"

"Well, I can see hangin' 'round ol' Two-Bit for your whole life ya get the same sense of humor as him man," we keep each other's stares for what feels like a couple minutes. I keep trailing back to his eyes. They are stone cold. Whenever I would talk, I noticed, there would be a glimmer of something but I'm probably over thinking it, "There's a party at a buddies of mines place. Ya wanna come?"

"Yeah, sure, I have nothin' else to do,"

"You drink?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Bring Two-Bit too, he'll wanna come, it's gonna be a freakin' blast," he slowly gets up from the chair, "See ya later Julie," he starts to walk away.

"Wait!" he turns around to look at me, "Where's it at?"

"Buck Merill's place," he winks at me and walks out. After he left, I wished he didn't. I am so confused right now. Was I flirting with him? Was he flirting with me? Two-Bit comes over and sits with the biggest smile on his face.

"He's into you," I look at him.

"Oh stop, he isn't,"

"Why would he invite you to Buck's then?! Huh?!"

"True…" I start to drift off into space. I try to think of something else besides Dally, but I find my brain going back to that soft looking blonde hair, his blue eyes, and those jeans which fit his butt perfectly…. I then quickly snap out of it when I see a hand go in front of my eyes.

"HeeellOOOOOOO!"

"Oh, sorry,"

"You were thinkin' 'bout Dally weren't ya,"

"Psssh, no…" I feel myself blush.

"Your cheeks say otherwise," he gets up, pulls me out of the booth and he drags me towards the door, "Someone's getting' laid tonight!"

AN**************

so i got this idea at midnight so it might not be the best idea i ever had, but this MIGHT not be a oneshot, this is one of those stories that i CRAVE REVIEWS! so review people!