DISCLAIMER: I DONOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS
The next morning I wake up and head downstairs. When I turn the corner going into the kitchen, I get instantly grabbed into a headlock. I begin to fight back and start kicking him.
"Damn she's a fighter!" I hear the guy say.
"Lay off Two-Bit!" Dally says. Two-Bit then releases his grip on me a little bit.
"Jeez, didn't know you two had a thing goin' on,"
"We don't, she's my sister," he then totally releases me. I turn to him and shoot a big cheesy smile to him.
"Well damn, does every Winston have gorgeous blue eyes!" Then I hear a soft mumble come from Soda.
"Back of she's mine," he softly says. I can hear what he said, but no one else apparently listened.
"Huh?" Two-Bit asks. He didn't hear one word and thank GOD! I didn't need to get teased for that.
"Oh nothing," Soda quickly says. I hear footsteps coming closer as a young, probably fourteen or fifteen year old walks in.
"What's with all the noise?" he says sleepily. He looks at me.
"This is Dalila, Dally's sister," Darry says.
"You must be Pony,"
"Yes, nice ta meet ya,"
"Hey Dally, be glad she ain't blonde like you! I'd totally go for her!" Two-Bit says. I feel myself blush a little bit.
Sodapop POV
Why is it that every time Two-Bit says something to her I get this feeling of anger? I can't be jealous, can I? I have NEVER gotten jealous over a girl in my life, why now? And why with Dally's sister? I haven't even known her for a full twenty four hours and I already have this feeling inside me. When she walked downstairs with bedhead and didn't care what she looked like in front of us, but I guess that's the Winston in her. God, what's wrong with me. Holy crap, she's looking at me, crap, crap, CRAP!
Dalila POV
I look over at Sodapop and it looks like he's in deep thought. He meets my stare.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, never better!" Soda answers quickly.
"Oh, alright just makin' sure," I hear the front door open and then close with two pairs of footsteps to come in.
"Is this ol' Dal's sister?" a guy in a DX Gas Station shirt says.
"Damn word spreads quickly 'round here," I say.
"Aw, she's even got an accent too. Well, I'm Steve, the really shy and awkward one over here is Johnny,"
"Hey, well, I'm Dalila. People call me Dal for short,"
"Oh great, two Dal's?" Steve says.
"Don't ask me, both our parents were completely wasted with both of us,"
"Come on Soda, we're gonna be late!" Steve says. I look back at Soda. Steve walks over to him and waves his hand in front of him, "Soda? SODA!"
"Huh? What?"
"Stop day dreamin' we're gonna be late!"
"Oh, sorry. See ya guys," he gets up but then stops directly in front of me, "See ya later," he leaves with Steve out the front door. I stand there so confused. Did he really just stop and say bye just to me? HUH?
"So… awkward situation," Pony begins to say, "Hey Johnny, ya wanna see a movie?"
"Sure, why not," they walk out starting to talk about what movie they want to see.
"Have ya told her 'bout Shepherd yet?" Two-Bit asks Dally.
"Not yet. So-,"
"You should tell her,"
"Will ya shut it man, I was getting' to that. ANYWAY, Shepherd is one greaser ya don't want to mess with, Buck is under that list too," Dally says to me.
"Why not?" I ask.
"They're greasers, which is what we are, but they're more sex driven,"
"Aren't you too?" I ask with a smile. Darry chimes in.
"Ya also got the Soc's, or Socials. They're the rich, other side of town kids. You can tell who a Soc is," Darry says.
"Gotcha,"
Sodapop POV
"What the hell is wrong with ya today bud?" Steve asks me. I am behind the counter. Thank God the girls who usually flock over to me aren't here. I need time to think.
"I don't really know. I just can't concentrate," I begin to think about the first time me and Dal, well Dalila talked. She seemed so upbeat and happy, and then that one thing she said, Well, if they're anything like you I won't have a problem. What did she mean by that? Was she flirting? Was she just trying to be nice? I feel a smile form on my face.
"What's with the creepy smile?" he asks me. I snap back to reality. Was I really fantasizing about if Dally's sister likes me?
"Huh? Oh, sorry…"
"It's 'bout a broad isn't it,"
"How'd ya know?"
"You haven't smile like that since you and Sandy were together. So," he puts his elbows on the counter and his head in his hands, "Tell me all. I need details,"
"Winston," Steve backs away from the counter.
"Whoa, I thought we were talkin' 'bout broads but if you're into that sort of thing-,"
"NOT DALLY!"
"Oh. Wait, that would mean…" I feel my face start to blush, "No shit…. Ya know what Dal will do to ya if he finds out?"
"Yeah I know alright? But it's just-… I don't even know why I even like her or if she even likes me,"
"It's 'cuse of those blue eyes ain't it,"
"Well, partially. I just don't know Steve- O. When we talked the night she stayed, I saw something flicker inside her. I don't know what it was, but I liked it,"
Dalila POV
Dally and I sit at a table in this place called The Dingo. It's kinda run down and there's greasers runnin' everywhere but they play Elvis so that's a plus.
"I still can't believe you're here," he says.
"Yeah," I look and see someone sitting farther away. I begin to look over Dally' shoulder, "Me neither," the guy stares back at me and winks, Dally notices me looking past him and turns around. The guy stops looking and Dally turns back around to face me.
"You were lookin' at Tim weren't you," he says. His voice goes cold.
"If the guy that you scared is Tim then yes,"
"Hey Dally, sorry if I was lookin' at your girl," Tim says.
"She's my sister," Dally says to him.
"Oh… well see ya 'round," he leaves.
"If ya ever think about datin' a greaser forget it," Dally says to me.
"But aren't they your friends?" I ask.
"Yes but I still think you can do better,"
"Whatever," I look out the window.
"Look, just don't date anyone that you didn't meet today, ESPECIALLY Buck, Tim and his gang. Tim's dangerous alright. I don't to see you get hurt,"
