Hello, xXCowboyDanXx here! This is my first Outsiders fanfiction, so constructive criticism is very, very welcome. I know it's a "sister fic", which is often highly frowned upon here..:p However, I used a "Mary-Sue Litmus Test" that I found on the world wide web, and my OC was in little danger of it being a Mary Sue, so that was reassuring.. This chappie is kind of short, but it's just meant to be a prologue.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Yeah.

It's been three years.
Three whole, long, lonely, awful years since I've seen him last.

Dallas.

Dallas Winston, my brother. Him and our dad left back in the summer of 1960, probably mid-July. I remember walking up the dilapidated steps to our rundown apartment, sweating so much that my shirt stuck to my back and my heavy blonde hair clung in little tendrils to my neck. I climbed the stairs two at a time, desperate to get inside to grab something to drink. My mom stood on the balcony, a cigarette smoking lazily in her hand. The smoke seemed to hang in the air a bit longer than usual, the acrid smell burnt my nose and the back of my throat.

"Your dad and Dallas are gone." she stated nonchalantly, flicking ash over the railing. I recall not believing her, going to the fridge to grab a Coke.
"Oklahoma, I think. Tulsa." she finished before taking along drag on her cigarette.
"Gone? Like, away?" I asked, frowning, unsure of what she meant. I took in her stern expression and the way her shoulders sagged and my eyes grew wide as I finally realized that she was serious.
"I'm going out. I think there's leftovers in the fridge, under the foil.", she growled, as if it were any other day. As if my brother and dad hadn't left me.
Grabbing her purse and keys, she made her way out the door.
"Hey! Dallas is never coming back?" I called after her, but she was already gone, the deadbolt sliding into place.

Before I could help it, tears welled up in my eyes. He was my brother. He was my friend. My life even. I loved Dallas.. I didn't care so much about my dad; most of the time he was too drunk to acknowledge my existence, and when he was sober he still managed to beat me around the house. But he was my daddy, so I still loved him. Thick tears, hot and fat fell across my cheeks as it finally sank in that I might not ever see him again.

Now, I guess my mama's dead. She left one night and simply never came back; she probably overdosed on one of the many poisons that she shot into herself on a daily basis, or those little white pills she was always sneaking.
I've thought about it for a while now, and I guess a thirteen year old can't live on their own to long, at least not without a job of some sort, or maybe a rich relative. I have neither, so I guess my only choice is too go find him in Oklahoma. I've got 25 dollars in my pocket that I've saved from babysitting, and I combed the couch cushions for loose change that may come in handy. I'm hoping that's enough to hitchhike half way across the country. If it's not, I'm not sure what I'll do, so I hope I'll find him real quick.

Tulsa, here I come.

So? What did you think? Drop me a review or PM me with any advice or comments. I'll update as soon as I know that people are reading it! c:

Tah Tah For Now,
xXCowboyDanXx