DISCLAIMER: I DONOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS

Do I like Dally? Did he really mean it when he kissed me? I mean, I DO like Dally, but I never knew he liked me or maybe he DOESN'T and is just tricking me… UGH!

"Well? I'm waiting." Dallas smirks at me with his hands still on my hips.

I snap out of my thoughts and look at him straight in the eyes. I can feel myself blush.

He chuckles a little bit. "You are so fucking adorable." He leans in and plants another kiss on my lips. This time a little rougher than the last which I absolutely adore!

I don't want him being gentle with me. I'm not that kind of girl who likes long romantic walks on the beach like most people. If I actually am in a relationship, I don't want to be treated differently. I want to be treated like me. No one else.

I lean away from him and he looks confused. "Dally, I-I don't know if this is a good idea…"

"Don't worry Lis, we'll be careful." He smirks at me and leans into me again but I stop him.

"That's not the point! I don't think it's a good idea to be just making out on the street!" he smirks at me, knowing where I'm getting at. "When your ex is 'round here. I know if we ever got in a fight I could take her but still."

"Come on, when I take you home I think Darry will be kind of relieved since you AREN'T supposed to be out on your lonesome."

"Yeah yeah, OH! And next time you tell Darry something that I don't want him to know about, you're dead Winston."

"That seems far." We laugh and head back to my house. After a while, I start walking a tad faster. "Will ya slow down?" Dally asks me.

"Nope!" and at that, I sprint down the street. I barely hear Dally's voice. "I ain't runnin', just so you know!"

I round the corner and I feel like I ran into a brick wall. Someone then holds me and I feel a hand clamp over my mouth.

Soc's…

I fight, and kick until I have the most genious idea. I bite the hand that is on my mouth.

"OW, SHE BIT ME! DAMN IT BOB HELP ME OUT HERE!" I get slammed onto the ground and Bob straddles my waist holding a blade to the crook of my neck. The other Soc's hold me down.

The blade glides roughly over my skin. I scream a little and the weight on top of me is now non-existant.

"GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" I hear someone yell and I also hear the faint clicking of a switchblade. All the Soc's run away and Dallas soon joins me. I slowly sit up.

"They didn't hurt ya too bad did they." He says.

"Only a little cut." He turns me to face him more. He has a look of disgust on his face.

"Whoever cuts or beats a woman is a total pussy…" I hear him mumble. "Damn Soc's, come one. We gotta get that cleaned up. Don't want an infection on your birthday."

He then helps me up and begins to help me walk. "Dally, I'm not that hurt, ya don't have to help me so much."

"Ya sure?"

"Positive." He lets go of me and I walk completely fine. "Sure I got slammed down onto the ground but they didn't break nothin'." I say.

When we get back to the house, Dally enters first.

"I swear Lisa Curtis don't run off-…" hear Darry exclaim, but stopping when he realizes it's Dallas. I walk from out behind him. He looks at my cut that is revealed because of my tank-top.

"Yeah, don't ask, where were you, are you okay. Start scolding me 'cuse I got my heart broken and I was cut by some fuckin' Soc's. Great brother you are." I say and I walk over into the bathroom.

Sit down on the edge of the toilet and grab the First- Aid kit. Soda walks in and closes the door.

"Ya know he means well." He says as he takes the Kit and kneels in front of me.

"Yeah, I know. It's just that he always blames me for shit. He never worries about me." I say.

"He DOES worry 'bout you! Hell, we all do. Whenever you leave this house we are always on high alert! He really does care about you."

"Well he sure as hell don't show it that well." I grumble.

"Really? I don't?" I hear and see Darry coming into the bathroom. Soda exits and closes the door. "Is that really how you think I feel?" he asks me, sounding a little hurt.

"Well, yeah Darry. Ya never really show me that you care about me. Every time I'm a tad late, you always go on the offensive, not the defensive."

He only nods his head and sits down in front of me. He opens the Kit and gets the rubbing alcohol out and some tissues. "This is gonna sting." He places it on the open cut and cleans it out. Damn he was right, that shit STINGS!

"Wow, it's already starting to scab a little. Lets' just put gauze on it just to protect it." He grabs the gauze and tapes it over my cut.

"Happy birthday." He says smiling. I smirk at him.

"Oh THANK you SO MUCH." I say it in a sarcastic tone.

"DO I have to give Tim another black eye?" he asks me.

"No it's okay, I spit at him. I think that's enough." He looks at me wide eyed.

"You… what…"

"I… spit at him. What's wrong Dar?"

"Lisa, that's TIM SHEPHERD we're talking about. Why would you spit at a hood like that?!" he begins to scream. I stand up, towering over him.

"BECAUSE HE BROKE MY HEART!" he slowly stands up and takes me by the shoulders.

He breathes a little bit. "Okay, that's fine. Come on, you still have a birthday to celebrate."

He begin to walk out. "Besides, I'd rather you date Dally than Tim."

That could be arranged…