A/N: Here the next chapter to my FF, Cousin of a Greaser. This one. . . Well, I ain't gonna tell you, are I! I hope y'all we enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I sadly don't own the Outsiders. L If I would, than I'd be able to meet Matt Dillon. ;)

When I walked into Two-Bit's house, Aunt Ella yelled in surprise.

"Heavens, child! What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to come for another 2 weeks!" she yelled. I smiled.

"Sorry Aunt Ella, but Mom wanted me away as soon as possible." I said. Aunt Ella cocked her eyebrow.

"I went to the slammer for three weeks. She had enough." I said. Aunt Ella smiled.

"You rebellious children! And I thought you'd be a good lesson for Keith." she said, pointed to Two-Bit.

"Maybe. You never know. Sorry for coming early."

"Oh, that's fine! Here, let me get a bed for you." Aunt Ella exclaimed, and she ran off. I sat on the couch next to Two-Bit, while he put his feet on the table.

"So, what do ya want to do?" he asked. I shrugged.

"Never been here before." I told him, rolling my eyes.

"Well, we can go see a movie, or get boozed up. Yeah, let's do that. I'll just call Steve an' Dally. Maybe Soda'll come, but I doubt it." I rolled my eyes again. Boozed up? Great.

"Sure. I'm gonna take a walk. Holler when we gonna go." I said, and Two-Bit nodded.

"You still got that switchblade I gave you?" he asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Just in case some Socs come an' try an' pick you up. You look like one of us." he said. I sighed, and quickly left the house.

It was a beautiful day. I was in the park, with the dark elm trees glooming at me. I sat down on the wooden park bench, took out a weed, and started to smoke it, thinking calmly. Now what? I'm here in Tulsa, going to get boozed up with my immature cousin, my parents don't give a hell about me, and I might get beat up by some stupid Socs. May life get any better? No.

I flicked the cigarette butt away from me, and laid down on the bench, looking at the clouds. Wasn't it odd on how they could look like something? The one I was looking at, resembled a lighter. I wrapped my arms around Dally's lighter. The first thing I stole from him. Wasn't the last.

"Oh, looky here! We've got a little pretty girl on our hands!" I heard a voice yell. I immediately stood. A group of 3 guys were walking to me. They were wearing those odd pants, and they looked so rich. Something I'll never be.

"Hey honey!" one with curly blonde yelled out to me. I turned the other way, but 2 more ugly boys were standing in my way.

"What do y'all want?" I asked impatiently. The curly haired one grabbed my waist, and as I struggled to get out, he growled into my ear, "We'd like a dose of you, darling."

I pushed him off of me.

"Well, to bad you won't be getting some." I yelled at him.

"You're feisty. I like that." he said, and pushed me to the ground. I tried to get out my switchblade, but I couldn't. It was in my back pocket, and I was lying on my back. The weight of the boy was too much to be able to turn around. I screamed.

"Get off me!" I yelled through gritted teeth. He didn't, and so I slapped him. The boy looked at me, and put his alcohol filled lips onto mine. I struggled to get him off me, but I couldn't. I grabbed the lighter, and lit it. The boy got off.

"Come on babe, don't do that! We're just having some fun!" he yelled. A fist punched him in the back of his head, and he fell down. I gasped, walking back.

"You okay?" A voice asked me, and I looked up and saw Dallas Winston. I nodded, still holding onto the lighter, having it lit.

"Anyone want some more?" Dally yelled. Some man went up to get, and smack Dally across the face. He looked at him, his lip bleeding, and punched him straight in the nose. The man screamed, and ran off.

"Let's go. Way to let the greaser ruin our fun!" another yelled. He grabbed the one with curly hair, and ran to their blue mustang, running off. I sat down on the bench, trembling, holding the lighter up to my chest. Tears were running down my eyes.

"Thank you." Dally shrugged.

"Two-Bit would've killed me if I let them do somethin' to you." he answered. I didn't answer. Dally sat down next to me, and I looked at his cold blue eyes. He smiled all the sudden, showing his white teeth.

"Good thing you decided to steal that lighter from me." he said. I laughed.

"I never stole it. You just gave it to me, and I forgot to give it back to you."

"Oh. That's what happened. Than I'd like it back." I sighed.

"I don't have it. It disappeared in my pocket." Dally cocked an eyebrow, a sly smile creeping up his face.

"Is that so?" I nodded.

"Well than, looks like I need to find it." he said, but before he could look for it, I stood up. A wave of wind nearly knocked me down.

"I have to go. Please don't tell Two-Bit. I'll be sent home before you can holler uncle." I asked Dally. He nodded. I mouthed "Thank you" and flied home, running quickly.

"Hey! What's shakin'? How was the walk?" Two-Bits asked lazily from the couch when I walked into his house. He was in the same place that he was when I left him, and on the TV, he was watchin' Mickey Mouse, drinking a bottle of beer.

"Good. I met up with Dally and we just talked." I cautiously said.

"Ah. I called him up just now, and he'll pick us up. We're also getting' Steve an' Sodapop. Soda ain't gonna drink, tell you that now, not that you'll ever know. He gets drunk on plain life." Two-Bit slurred.

"I ain't gonna drink either."

"Aw, where's that fun cousin that I knew?" Two-Bit asked, giving me his puppy eyes.

"She died. I'm still fun. My head hurts. I'll drink a bottle, okay?" I snapped unconsciously. Two-Bit looked at me funny.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"Did Dally do something to you? I can tell him to leave you alone. He should, we ain't like this to cousins. Maybe it's 'cause you're so pretty." Two-Bit wrongly accused.

"No! He didn't do anything! You know me, if he did something, I would've whopped his booty! It's just my head, don't worry." I said calmly. Two-Bit nodded. A car horn echoed from the front lot.

"Oh! There's Dally! Come on! MOM! WE'RE LEAVING!" Two-Bit yelled across the house. I heard a faint "ok" from the back of the house. Wasn't Two-Bit just lucky? My mom would've needed every detail from where I'm going to with who. And she probably still wouldn't have let me go.

I ran out the door, seeing Dally in his brown leather jacket, and Two-Bit fooling around in the passenger seat. I climbed into the back of the car, and smiled. Dally drove off.

"So, where to after we up Steve an' Soda?" Two-Bit asked.

"How about Buck Merril's place?" Dally asked, driving to Steve's house.

"Nah, Soda won't go there. How about the Dingo?"

"Okay. Heard that there be a party tonight there." Dally stopped the car, and in hopped in Steve and Sodapop. Steve on my left, Soda on my right. They both had their arms around my shoulders, and suddenly I felt happy. It felt like I belonged here. It was nice.

"Where to ladies?" Dally asked them.

"We was talkin' 'bout The Dingo? Y'all dig?" Two-Bit asked.

"Yeah, that's fine." Steve answered. Dally started to drive.

"Hey pretty!" Soda glazed to me.

"Hey doll! How's your brother?" Soda shrugged.

"He's still shakin', but he's better, thanks for askin'."

"I hope he's better! It's unfair for those Socs to hurt anyone they want! Ain't it like a law or somethin'?" I yelled. It was unfair. People can't go and hurt everyone they want.

"Ya, I heard they nearly got a girl to. . . Well, you know. It just happened today, at the park." Steve told us, and I nearly choked on my gum I was chewing.

"Wha. . . What? Who told you that?" I asked, wide-eyed.

"Hey, wasn't you at the park today? Did you an' Dally see who the unfortunate girl was?" Two-Bit asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I took her to Jay's. Wanted to show Danny around." Dally cut in. I smiled at him from the mirror. Two-Bit slapped him on the arm.

"You know better than to take my cousin out on a date! She's. . . my cousin!" he yelled.

"No! No, Two-Bit, it wasn't a date! He just wanted to show me around town, that's it." I said to Two-Bit, calming him.

"Ok. 'Cause I'm in charge of you while you're here, and you ain't gonna date no Greaser. Well, you ain't gonna date nobody."

"Aw, Two-Bit! But that's why I can here!" I yelled jokily. Two-Bit smiled softly.

"Come on! You think I came here to date someone? I ain't no broad! I came here to see you!" I yelled, punching him.

"Well, since we got that patched up, get out of my car!" Dally yelled at all of us, and I realized that we were at The Dingo. I scurried out from the car, and walked inside. It was filled with smoke, and an alcoholic smell. Two men were fighting. We walked up to the small bar located at the rear end.

"Hey Diego! Four beers, please!" Two-Bit yelled at a Mexican man working behind the bar. He smiled with some gold teeth, and gave Two-Bit the beers. In exchange, he gave Diego a 50 cent piece. Two-Bit passed the beers around, giving one to Steve, one to Dallas, and one to me.

"Thanks." I said, and started to walk around. The fight was getting worse. One of the fighters had a broken finger, and the other had his ribs cracked. Many people were cheering them on.

The girls there, they were real broads. Loads of make-up, and those fake giggles when some boys was near them, totally described them. They were all drinking, and if not, smoking, and if not that, than hooking up with some boy. A sweet looking girl, the only one, was near Sodapop, smiling at him. He was in love. I could tell. His eyes glistened when he looked at her, and when she smiled, his heart skipped a beat. Steve was with some dark-haired girl. She looked tough, and mean, yet he seemed happy. Two-Bit, God bless him, was flirting with as many girls as he could. And he told me I couldn't date.

A boy with green eyes, and long straight blonde hair heavily greased walked up to me.

"Hey baby!"

"Go away." I threatened him with a glare. One rapist was good enough. He held his hands in the air, hiccupped, and walked away. I took a sip from my beer, let the burning liquid run through my throat, and I walked out from The Dingo. I sat on the porch set, looking at the sunset.

Bloody hell, what am I going to do. Isn't this bad enough? I can't go home. I can't go to Two-Bits house 'cause Aunt Ella will want to know where Two-Bit is. I usually loved parties, and would be hooking up with some guy right now, but with what happened this afternoon, I just want to go. . . Somewhere.

A body sat next to me.

"Why ain't you shakin' in there?" Dally asked me, tilting his head to The Dingo. I shrugged.

"Ain't your style?"

"No. I'm usually like that, but today. . . I don't feel like partying. Why aren't you there? Many good-lookin' girls that will gladly hook up with you." Dally chuckled.

"Good-lookin'? A donkey's ass looks better than most of them, sad enough." I laughed, and nodded.

"Ain't that the truth." we sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Something's bothering you, ain't it?" Dally asked me, out of the blue. I hesitated to answer.

"It's probably the same thing that bothering me. Your parents?" I clenched onto my beer bottle tighter, and nodded.

"I haven't seen mine since I was 8, in New York. They left me to fend on my own. They didn't care if I would die the next day. Bloody hell, they'd be happy. But I don't care. I've got all of them. Johnnycake, Ponyboy, Soda, ,Steve, Darry, and your cousin, Two-Bit." Dally suddenly poured out. I looked at him, and saw pain in his usually angry eyes.

"You've got someone new." he looked at me with an eyebrow cocked.

"Me." I said, and he grew a small smile. I smiled back, and looked back at the sunset.

"It sure it is pretty, ain't it?" I asked, and Dally, for the first time in his life, looked at a sunset.

"It sure is, Danielle. . . It sure is."

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