Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders, but the non-canon characters. I also don't own the song Airplanes by B.O.B. ft Hayley Williams. Enjoy this short chapter(hahar).

Reminisce
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this

With shaking fingers, she ran her thumb over the black and white photograph. She'd found it inside her drawer that morning and got the feeling Aunt Rebecca had set it there on purpose, for she hadn't seen it before.

Lori didn't even remember taking it; she looked to be about seven or eight in the photo.

A wide grin was plastered on her face and scrawny arms hung limply around the neck of a young boy sitting beside her. Her brother.

A funny noise escaped from her lips.

She hadn't seen him in years and didn't even know much about him. She knew his name, of course, and a few memories with them playing in the park, walking home from school, and the first time he went to jail, but that was pretty much it.

"Dallas…" she murmured to herself.

She didn't remember much of her childhood, but she remembered the night that split her and her brother apart entirely.

"I'm getting the fuck out of here, and I'm taking my son with me." A meaty fist pounded against the kitchen counter. Ted was angry, and he was perfectly capable of taking away her older brother, and Lori knew it.

She hugged her knees and brought them to her chest.

She couldn't see her mom's expression, because she was locked up in her bedroom, but she could tell it was of fear and shock just by the tone in her voice.

"No, you can't!" Peggy yelled. "You can't take him from me; he's mine!"

Ted had responded with another fist connecting to the counter. "Yeah? Well, you should've thought about that before you fucked with another -"

"Don't you dare," Peggy interrupted, bawling. "Don't you dare finish that sentence. I did not do anything, and I told you that!"

"Then where the hell were you last night, huh?"

"I…" Pause. "I was with Esther."

"You hesitated, you lying tramp."

A door slammed open. Dallas's room.

"No, no, no!" Peggy cried, pleaded, and begged on her knees, but Ted refused to deal with her anymore.

He was a real hypocrite; he had slept with plenty of women during his marriage with Peggy - but that didn't stop him from being pissed when she'd done it.

The last words she'd heard from her father was, "you can keep the girl."

Tears had blurred Lori's vision. She couldn't see, or hear anything but Peggy's soft sobs anymore. The small house was quiet for once.

"I see you found it."

Lori jumped at the sudden voice. "Y-yeah. Why…why did you - why?" She couldn't even force the words out; it all got caught in her dry throat.

Aunt Rebecca forced a tiny smile and shrugged. "I found it while going through some boxes earlier, thought you'd probably want it."

Lori didn't say anything, but continued to stare at the younger kids in the picture. The scenery was on the front porch of their old house in New York.

"I made breakfast, if you want any," Aunt Rebecca said breaking the silence.

She nodded slowly. "Thanks…for this." She let the photograph slip through her fingertips and onto the dresser.

Aunt Rebecca grinned. "You're welcome, kiddo."

Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin'
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion

Lori spotted her new friend leaning against a wall with a cigarette dangling from her lips. They made plans to meet each other yesterday, after Gwen had shown her the way back to her neighborhood.

Lori strolled towards her.

Gwen grinned once she spotted her. "Hey, kid," she said. "How ya' doing?"

Lori shrugged. "I'm alive. You?"

"Yeah. Hey, lets go to the DX, huh?" She blew smoke ringlets in Lori's face, to which she made a disgusted face. Lori snatched the cigarette from Gwen's lips.

"Hey!" Gwen gaped at her. "What'd you do that for? You could've asked, I would've gave you one!"

She threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, putting it out. "Fucking hate that smell," Lori said, scowling. "You shouldn't be smoking anyhow."

"Damn, you sound like my old lady."

"What's the DX?" Lori asked, changing the subject. She didn't remember her aunt showing her a "DX" whenever they toured the town.

"A gas station, just down the street. I hang around there a lot," Gwen said, her eyes wandering all over the place.

Lori looked at her, perplexed. "Why the hell would you hang around a gas station? I hate the smell of gasoline."

"You sure are picky about smells, huh?" Gwen teased. "Anyway, there's this hunk that works there. Sodapop is his name."

"Sodapop?" Lori asked, again baffled with all the bizarre names.

Gwen's eyes finally locked with hers again. "Yup," - she grinned - "he's real sweet, too."

"You wanna' hang out at a gas station…just to see a good-looking guy?"

Gwen scoffed. "No, I just wanna' get an Oh Henry bar."

"Yeah, sure," Lori taunted.

Gwen pushed off from the wall and started down the street. Lori stood looking after her.

"You coming, Blondie? I needa' see him!"

When they got there, all she saw was a group of girls surrounding a boy at the pumps, and from how Gwen said the good-looking guy always had a herd of wanting chicks surrounding him, Lori was guessing this was the Sodapop.

Gwen dragged her by the wrist towards the pumps, occasionally pushing a girl or two out of her path (to which earned them some unfriendly looks).

When Lori got a good glimpse of his face, she saw why he had his own fan club. He looked like a Greek god - maybe even better.

Gwen took a lungful of air. "Hi, Sodapop," she breathed.

Sodapop looked up from the pump. "Hey, Gwen." He grinned at her, and Gwen slightly swayed on her feet. She was like a totally different person around this boy.

He went back to work, while a few envious glares were sent towards Gwen.

Lori nudged a (somewhat) drooling Gwen with her elbow and hissed, "Oh Henry bar my ass."

"Oh, yeah," Gwen said feigning shock. "I forgot, lets go. Bye Soda!"

"See ya'," he gave a tiny wave and said something to a brunette that made her giggle and cheeks go pink.

They began walking across the street again. Yeah, she knew there was no Oh Henry bar involved from the start.

"He's a looker, ain't he?" Gwen's green eyes danced just thinking about Sodapop.

"Sure is," Lori agreed. "I'm starving…"

Gwen laughed. "Way to ruin the moment. Let's go to my place - whip up some lunch, huh?"

"Sure."

And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness

The Nightly Double wasn't very crowded like she imagined it would be. Most people were in their cars, as it was a chilly night, while her and Gwen took seats.

"It's freezin' out here," Lori said, rubbing her bare arms.

Gwen slurped some of her Coke, "Why didn't you bring a coat, stupid?"

"You wouldn't let me run home, doofus." Lori grinned and playfully shoved Gwen's shoulder, purposely making the Coke slosh.

"Shit!" Gwen yelped in surprise when the liquid dropped on her shoes.

An old lady turned around and hissed, "Shh! Crazy kids."

"Fuck you! Crazy elderly," Gwen quietly mocked to the back of her head. Lori sat amused by her friend's antics.

"Is it over? Can we leave?" came a snobbish female voice behind them. It sounded ridiculously familiar to Lori. She fidgeted in her seat a little.

"What the fuck?" A rougher male voice retorted. "We just got here."

"This movie already looks boring. Let's go to Buck's and have some real fun," the female voice flirted.

Gwen rolled her eyes. She was obviously hearing the conversation too.. though it was hard not to. They were directly a row in front of them. Lori now understood how the old lady must've felt with all of her and Gwen's racket.

Fits of chuckles erupted from behind them as well. "Whoa, slow down there, girl," a different guy said, hooting with laughter.

The girl shrieked. "Get offa' me, Two-Bit!"

Gwen's head shot towards hers. Her wide, green eyes were probably asking the same question Lori was thinking: 'Two-Bit's here?' The brunette whipped around to face the row behind them. Her eyes narrowed at the sight.

"Welup," a voice she recognized said. "If it isn't Gwendolyn!"

Yup, Two-Bit's here.

Lori sat facing the front, as she didn't want to draw attention to herself like her friend did. Wrong idea. She felt a gentle tug on her loosely tied ponytail, making a handful of her hair fall out.

"Knock it off, Two-Bit," Gwen snapped. "We're not in the mood. Sylvia..." her eyes narrowed again.

Sylvia's here? She supposed it made sense, though; the annoying high-pitched, snobbish voice practically gave her away. Lori finally twisted in her seat.

"Is that who I think it is?" Sylvia let out a fake gasp and clutched the shoulder of the boy next to her dramatically (to which he shrugged off). "New girl?"

She glared at the blond. "Guess you're too self-centered to remember names, huh?" Lori looked Sylvia up and down. "Not surprised.."

Gwen clapped her hands in amusement.

"'Scuse me?" Sylvia scoffed, "I'd keep the bitchy comments to yourself, new girl. You really don't know who you're messing with."

The boy next to her finally looked up from his cigarette. His familiar ice blue eyes bore holes into hers, and his blond hair whipped around slightly in the breeze. The features - eyes, ears, hair color, jaw line - ... they were so identical to hers. Sylvia's head shot back and forth between them, as if she were just realizing the intense stares.

"Dally... do you know this girl?"

And when you're staring at that phone in your lap
And you hoping but them people never call you back
But that's just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel
And they sayin' what would you wish for
If you had one chance

A/N: There's a fast update for you. It was to make up for the last chapter, how slow I got that one up. So, you're welcome - and there may be a new update this week/weekend; It all depends on how I feel. (: THE MORE YOU REVIEW, THE MORE FASTER I UPDATE! yeh.

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