Author's Notes: Thanks for all the reviews! Now here is a very fun tidbit that I found out that will be mentioned in the chapter:

Dally- 1. Flirt to act in an amorous, flirtatious manner. 2. Toy with
something or someone. 3. Waste time, dawdle.

This is so true! Just look it up in the dictionary. Maybe S.E. Winston just did a writers trick for his name or something. So anyways, here is the next
installment on Touch of the Sun. Time for some Dally bashing!

Chapter Two: Vivian

The cold ice was giving me a brain freeze. We were at Miriam's house, which coincidently was right by my house, how convenient. Coughing because of the cold ice cream, I took a sip of water that was in a clear plastic cup.

Miriam is a blonde, who is rather short, with this freckled face and hazel eyes. I liked her eyes. Hazel wasn't that bad of a color, especially hazel green. Now that color was nice.

As for me, Vivian Atwater, I was taller than her, not that saying that I was tall. Well I was taller than her, which was the only reason I had brought this up. Not that it matters. Brown hair haired, layered and even framed, and warm honey brown eyes.

"Vivian, you just talked back to Dally Winston. No one does that," Miriam had said to me awed after he had left. Why did everyone fear him? He was just a punk with an inflated ego and a badass personality. Not that he was scary at all.

"So? He can beat the shit out of me and try to get me not to smart talk and I still would. In fact he would make it even worst," I had shrugged as we roamed into her kitchen to get something to eat.

"You must be really brave, or just utterly insane," Miriam had murmured as she took out some ice cream. She loved food, never once would she skip a meal or anything. That idea humored me, because I didn't really like eating all that much.

"I'd say I'm utterly insane," I had smirked as she served the mint chocolate chip ice cream into two plastic bowels. Strange how everything seemed to be plastic in this house: but then again she did have a rowdy little brother who destroyed everything in sight.

So here we sat know eating ice cream on a cluttered table, Miriam had started to yammer on about Dally's record of what she knew. But her oldest brother was a cop in this area so he would know. I found it ironic that her brother was a cop, and Dally had walked with a cop's sister.

"Do you know what Dally means?" I asked her suddenly. I was smirking again as I took another bite of the ice cream. Looking at her, I knew she would never guess what dally meant.

"Dally means something?" She asked blinking at me with her hazel green eyes. Apparently she didn't know. But then again that most didn't know this little fact that I had found out.

"Yup. Have a dictionary around?" I asked her then followed her to her living room where there was a bookshelf. Pulling out a dictionary she handed the heavy thing to me. Searching and searching I finally had found the definition. "Dally-1. Flirt to act in an amorous, flirtatious manner. 2. Toy with something or someone. 3. Waste time, dawdle."

"That is so funny!!" She exclaimed while laughing looking at the definition. "I would've never thought of that. How did you ever figure what dally meant? It sounds exactly like him!"

"Saw the word someplace and looked it up. It's ironic how his name suits him so perfectly. It's so odd, it's scary yet hilarious for some reason," I said also laughing at this definition.

"That's ingenious you know. Next time you see him you'll have to use it on him. That should confuse him, I know what would confuse me," Miriam said as she slowly had stopped laughing. Though a big grin was on her face.

"Anything can confuse him. Too many brain cells have been killed because of that alcohol," I said leaning back into the couch. Mike's car drove past Miriam's house to mine. "I have to go, Mike's home."

"Isn't Mike you're brother?" Miriam asked tilting her head at me. She didn't really know my brothers all that well as I could tell. "No. Mike's my dad," I said sourly, frowning once again. "I just hate to call him 'dad' because he doesn't deserve that title. My stepbrothers names are Tyler and Caleb."

"Okay, see you later. Hey maybe tonight we could go to the movies. This stupid horror movie is playing. My sister can take us there if you want. It's not safe to walk in the dark in this area," Miriam said with a light sigh. Looking at me hopefully, she then smiled.

"Yeah, I can go tonight. Meet you at six or something? We can go and get something to eat before hand, if you want," I smiled, wait, I actually smiled. I haven't smiled ever since I had got here.

"That sounds great!" She said bouncing up and hugging me tightly. Man was she strange, one minute she sighed because of this dangerous area, next she was hugging me.

"Okay.I think I had enough warm and fuzziness to last me the day, thank you very much," I said looking at her strangely backing away slowly. "I'll see you tonight then. If I'm late, just cancel our plan."

Miriam had nodded, feeling embarrassed about hugging me. As I left her house, I frowned preparing for the worst from my "dad". God I hated him. He was one of those magic men. You know, get you're girlfriend pregnant then run away and come back years later. He and Mom had Raul and I together, but divorced later. I had lived in San Diago, California with my mom. Raul was still living there I think. But he was eighteen so thus didn't mean he have to live with Mike. But I was only seventeen, so I had to live with him with his new wife and her two sons.

"Where were you?" Dad asked me also frowning. He didn't like it when I wasn't home right away or anything. In fact he got mad at that. Sure I had a bad past but still, I wasn't all that bad.

"At a friend's house," I said vaguely not even glancing at him. We had gotten in another fight last night and were still pissed off at each other. At least he hadn't hit me yet like he did a long time ago.

Before he could even reply I had went inside the house not even giving my stepbrothers a glance as I went into my room and laid on my bed feeling homesick again. Damn, I had so much going. I had great friends, I almost had a boyfriend, Raul and I was starting to get along again, and mom and I hadn't fought for a week. Now Dally was going to play with my life a little more, making it, if it was even possible, more fucked up than it all ready was.