DISCLAIMER: I DONOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS

Dalila POV

Around two in the afternoon, I read the newspaper that's on the couch. No one's home except Two-Bit. Who knows, maybe there will be something worth reading. I open it up and the first thing I see is a picture of Tim Shepherd. Two-Bit walks from the kitchen with a beer in hand and sits next to me on the couch.

"What's goin' on in the newsie paper today?" He asks. God I love his stupid remarks.

"Tim's bein' charged with attempted murder with a hostage finally,"

"Is ol' Steve- O getting' charged with anything?"

"It doesn't say so probably not,"

"You got any cake?" he asks.

"Is that ALL you do is eat? And no, I gotta make it," I get up off the couch and shove the newspaper in his face. I enter the kitchen and grab the ingredients and mix them in a large mixing bowl. I feel arms slither around my waist, "What the hell you doin' Two-Bit?"

"Well, I'M hugging my girlfriend,"

"Oh, I thought-… wait! Why aren't you at work?" I ask Soda.

"It's closed 'cuse the cops are still lookin' for stuff,"

"Oh, well lucky you,"

"Yeah, now I can spend the WHOLE day with you,"

"Joy," I say in a sarcastic tone.

"Don't say you don't love me," his hold on me gets to a point where I could barely breathe.

"Well, it'd be nice to breathe," I manage to say. He lets me go a little bit.

"Oh, sorry. How ya feelin'? Any better?"

"I'm fine, a little shaken up still but better. I can't believe how slow the justice system is here. Three weeks to charge Tim? In New York, he would have been found guilty in an hour," he chuckles and kisses the top of my head. I put the cake in the oven and turn it on. I then turn around and lean against the counter top. Soda then takes me by the waist and our foreheads make contact.

"So, what do you want to do now?" he asks me.

"I don't know, maybe we could-," I begin to say but a certain someone comes over and puts his arms around both of us.

"What are y'all talkin' 'bout huh?" Two-Bit says with a peppy smile. Me and Soda's foreheads disconnect.

"How great Soda is in bed," I say to Two-Bit.

"Oh great! Maybe I can see that sometime!" I playfully push Two-Bit away.

"You're one messed up guy,"

"And don't you forget it!"

Dally and I decide to head out to The Dingo. When we get there and get out of his car, we, especially me, get stared at. All commotion stops in the parking lot and the greasers stare at me. Dally then pulls me protectively close to him. When we get inside, we sit at his usual table. Shake, Rattle N Roll by Elvis Presley is playing on the radio. Curly, Tim's brother then walks over, stops at our table and looks directly at me.

"So, you're the girl who shot my brother," Curly says. I immediately stand up and he jumps back a little bit.

"Are you FUCKIN' kidding me?!" at my statement, all commotion inside stops, "I sure as hell didn't shoot your damn brother Curly! You obviously didn't hear what ACTUALLY happened. He came into the DX and put a gun to my head asshole! No one is gonna accuse me of something I didn't do, ESPECIALLY a Shepherd. And who would forget when your brother called me a slut, but NOOOOO, that doesn't matter, don't get the other persons story!" I stand there heavily breathing. The only thing he does is walk away. I sit back down and the commotion starts up again.

"You haven't changed a bit, just calm down alright, you look like you're gonna explode or somethin'," Dally says. He's grinning from ear to ear.

"What do ya think I just fuckin' did," he laughs at my anger.

"This is true!" I then see Steve in my peripheral vision.

"Hey Winston's! You sure showed Curly what for!" he says as he pat's me on the back.

"Thanks," at this point, my teeth are clenched and my hands are now solid fists.

"Whoa Dal, you better blow off some of that steam, damn!" I then storm out of the Dingo. Before I get anywhere near the road, I hear Dally's voice behind me.

"You know you shouldn't be by yourself, Dal!" I keep walking, "Dalila Rea Winston!" at this I stop. I haven't heard that name in a WHILE. When he wanted my attention and I wasn't giving to him, he would say it. It was like a dog whistle to me or somethin'. I turn around.

"Who even cares alright?!" I then see some greasers staring at me, "Who you lookin' at!" I yell at them, "Come on Dal, I'm drivin'," before he could argue, I start up the car. He reluctantly gets in the passenger seat and we drive off.

"Where we goin' sis?" he asks.

"I don't know, you know I don't think when I'm mad," I then come to a screeching halt when I see this park. I jump out, run over and punch the first thing I see and that just so happens to be a tree. I stand there, trying to breathe a little slowly than I am right now. I the feel strong hands grasp my shoulders and start to massage them.

"Look, it's okay, no one's gonna hurt you ever again, ya got that? Stop bein' stupid, punchin' trees ain't smart," I turn around and face him.

"You're lucky I didn't punch him right there!" I walk over to the fountain, kneel nest to the edge, and splash some water in my face. He sits on the edge next to where I am.

"You know that would've started a lot more shit than there already is. Curly doesn't know what he's talkin' 'bout. Remember, no one really knows what happened, except for you, and Steve, and if you count Soda, then him too," he begins to pet my hair probably because he remembers that calms me down a little bit. I close my eyes and my breathing becomes slowly. I open my eyes again and notice the water in the fountain is turning red, "You're bleedin',"

"Well duh stupid," I say.

"Come on, we gotta get you home,"

When we enter the house, Two-Bit is glued to the TV. watching Mickey with a beer in one hand, and a cake in the other, Steve is leanin' against the wall, and Pony and Johnny are sittin' on the couch.

"He really gets into Mickey doesn't he," I say.

"Glory Dal, what happened to your hand?!" Pony asks. Everyone looks at my right hand except for Two-Bit.

"Punched a tree, Dally can explain. Where's Soda?"

"He's takin' a nap," Johnny says. I then head upstairs and enter our room and see Soda sprawled out on the bed. I chuckle softly and open the closet door. I find the First-Aid kit. There's a kit in every room 'cuse ya never know when someone gets hurt in that house. I then feel arms wrap around my waist.

"Hey hun," Soda says sleepily.

"Why hello there," I say.

"Did you enjoy your time out with Dally?" he sits on the edge of the bed. I go over to the desk and sit on the chair in front of it, "Why are you-… damn what the hell happened?!" he runs over to me.

"Well, Curly started blamin' me for Tim gettin' shot so I went off on him, drove to the park, and punched a tree,"

"Here, let me," he takes the kit and begins to clean the cuts, "This is gonna sting a little," he then takes the Alcohol soaked rag and puts it on the cuts. I hiss at it, "De ja vu,"

"Oh yeah! I remember," he then bandages my hand up, "You're lucky I didn't punch him,"

"What was his reaction when you told him off?"

"He just walked away,"

"Well," he places his hand on my thigh, "You sure are getting' famous around here," he kisses me and then goes and lies on the bed. I follow him and he jumps a little when he realizes I'm next to him. He then wraps his arms around me and we fall asleep in each other's arms.