Disclaimer:

Pony: tisk tisk, I think we forgot to mention something?

Cherry: indeed. In this fic, the events of The Outsiders didn't happen.

Pony: so bite me!

Cherry: ...bites Ponyboy...

Pony: ow... let's get started!

Dally's POV

I could only think of one place to go: the empty house beside Pony's. I hung there sometimes when I didn't want to bother Darry, or Soda, or Pony, but I usually stayed at the Curtis residence because I have another confession to make: I'm afraid of sleeping alone. I mean, I don't have to actually sleep with someone, I just hate sleeping in an empty house by my lonesome. Don't know why...

"Why are you all so quiet?" she asked. Johnny and Pony shrugged. She didn't have a southern accent at all... she sounded like a Manhattan kid. Like I used to sound.

"Just around here," I said. We turned the corner, and found the house. It was decorated real nice, had furniture and everything inside. I noticed the "FOR SALE" sign stuck in the front yard. I kicked it over as we passed it. "I never got a chance to take that down."

"Nice place..." she commented.

"Yeah, sure..." I replied nonchalantly. I opened the nearest door to try and find her a room, but it ended up being a broom closet. "Woops..." I opened another door, to see a nicely decorated bedroom, it was clean, so it was good. I put her bags down, and let her take a look. "This ok?"

"It's nice." she said, smiling.

"Good... uh, wanna come meet the gang?"

"Better believe it!" she exclaimed. So the four of us walked next door, to see Darry reading the paper in his armchair. Sodapop and Steve were arm wrestling, and Two-Bit was making wisecracks as their faces all turned red with laughter, or concentration.

'Hey y'all." Two-Bit said, eyeing Holly. "Johnny, what have I told you about picking up good lookin' broads like this?"

"Lay off Two-Bit, that's my sister." I said. Everyone fell silent, and stared at me.

"Hi." Sodapop said, smiling ,and confused as hell.

"Bullshit Dally." Steve said.

"No, they are, look at the hair... and the eyes..."Soda said in awe.

"Yeah, but Dally's Mr. Super-Tough, and she looks scared." Two-Bit cracked. I rolled my eyes.

"Wise-ass..." I muttered. "This is Holly anyhow, can she hang with y'all while I go take care of some shit?"

"Yeah, no sweat." Soda chirped. Without another word, I climbed down the front steps and made my way to the Brumly Boy's hangout.

Pony's POV

I noticed that Holly looked rather offended. I imagine she wanted to spend time with Dally. Meh, Dally probably doesn't care about her... he doesn't care about anything. She sighed, and sat on the counch.

"Is Dallas in a bad mood?"

"Nah, he's in a good mood today! Infact, I've never seen him happier!" Two-Bit joked. She rolled her eyes. Woah... Dallas. It almost scared me... how they looked so much alike, but so different. He wasn't good looking, and she was gorgeous.

"So.. what brings you to Tulsa?" Soda asked kindly.

"My mother died, and we couldn't afford the boarding school. Do you know when my dad gets home?" Soda and I exchanged glances.

"Your dad... he... well, he..."

"He don't live with you." Steve finished for Soda. She opened her eyes wide for a split second, then sat quietly.

"When will Dallas be back?"