DISCLAIMER: I DONOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS

Two weeks have gone by since I arrived in Tulsa, and one week since I found my brother. Ever since then, my life has been great. I got to meet all his buddies and the Curtis's let me stay in their house too! I only have one problem with that. Every day and night, I see the one guy that I have gotten to know very well. Sodapop Patrick Curtis. Any girl would have been drawn to him by his movie star looks. I'll be honest, I was too. But every day, and every freakin' night he has given me more reason to love him. He has told me things he hasn't even told his brothers or any of the gang. We can trust each other with our lives. A couple times I had caught him getting kinda nervous when his hand came close to mine.

I go and sit on the couch when I come home from hangin' out with Two-Bit. No one's home which I always love, but I need some time to myself to think. Don't get me wrong, I love the gang, but I need my alone time. A couple minutes later, Soda comes in and slams the door. His shirt is opened to reveal he isn't wearing an undershirt. He is sweaty and there is a small cut on his shoulder. I gotta say, he looks hot right now. God Dalila STOP IT! He probably was just jumped and you're checking him out. I try not to blush as I go get the First- Aid kit. He sits down on the couch. I sit down next to him and open the kit.

"What the hell happened to you?" I ask him.

"I got in a fight. Someone called you a slut and I punched him in the face and he fell. His buddy pulled a blade then the manager pulled out a shot gun and told me to leave,"

"Did ya know who the guy was?"

"Tim, he said how he scored with you at the last party he was at. That made me listen in on the conversation he was having. Then he started callin' ya a slut," he starts to tense up. He begins to open his mouth but I stop him.

"Look, it's over now. Shut up and let me help ya. Take your shirt off," he takes it off and tosses it on the floor. I take a cloth and pour some Rubbing Alcohol on it, "This is probably gonna sting," I rub the cloth over the cut and he hisses and cringes, "Told ya," this makes him laugh. I continue to take care of his cut and he watches me intensely. I stop and look up at him and his face is inches away from mine. I see a soft blush form on his face and he looks away from me. I smile and go back to bandaging the cut, "There ya go!" I move away from him as he studies his bandaged shoulder. He looks at me.

"Where did ya learn to do that?" he asks me.

"Well, when ol' Dally would came home at least one a week with a new injury, you learn a few things," I chuckle a bit and sigh, "Those were the days…"

"You guys were really close to him weren't you,"

"He was my only friend, then he left. But enough about me," I look back over at him, "You're lucky you didn't hurt your face or else I think all Tulsa's girls, Soc and greaser would cry," I put my hand on his, "And so would I," I see him smile. I then quickly get off the couch and not face him, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. You probably think I'm a total creep,"

"No. I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met,"

"Please, there's a ton of girls who are prettier than me,"

"Not in the way I'm thinking," I hear him walk over towards me, "Your beauty cannot be compared to the others. Your personality, the way you walk, talk, act, and let me tell you what, your shower singing ain't bad either,"

"Oh stop,"

"You're more than a pretty face to me," I turn around and our bodies are touching each other's. His arms slither slowly around my waist, "Those blue eyes of yours tell a story, and I wanna be in it," he smiles.

"You are the cheesiest person I have ever met. Ya know that?"

"Yes, yes I do," he smile at each other for a couple more seconds before he speaks up, "Be mine," okay, so I didn't see THAT coming!

"But, what if Dally-,"

"He already knows," a voice comes from the kitchen. We both look over and my older is brother is standing in the doorway. Soda begins to let me go, "Don't worry. You can leave your arms around her," Soda then puts his arms back around my waist, "Just don't go too far down unless you want your face smashed in," Dally then winks at me and leaves out the back door. I look back to Soda.

"So?" he asks.

"Does this answer it?" I then wrap my arms around his neck and plant my lips on his. I can't believe how soft his lips are! I can feel him starting to react back and smile. I take my lips off of his and we leave our foreheads touching.

"I think that sums it up,"

At two o' clock, Soda and I are on the couch cuddling with each other. We could've sit there for hours in silence and enjoy each other's company but someone comes bursting through the front door.

"Sodie I'm home!" Two-Bit says with a beer in his hand.

"Two-Bit, you're COMPLETELY wasted at two in the afternoon," I say.

"Maybe YOURRRRR'E the wasted not one," damn when he gets drunk, he gets drunk.

"Wow…"

"Fine, I- I know when I'm not not wanted," he leaves the house and stumbles down the street. I look over at Soda.

"That's Two-Bit for ya," he says, "I just thought,"

"Thought what?"

"I'm gonna have to tell the girls who hang all over me at the DX I'm taken," he smiles at me. He kisses my forehead. I then lean my head on his shoulder and he places his head on my head, "I'm so glad you don't gel or grease your hair like everyone else,"

"Why not?

"It's easier to lay on your head when your hair is all soft and fluffy," I chuckle at his comment, "Besides, you're prettier that way,"