Disclaimer: Don't own the outsiders. Own Georgia.

A/N: Not my best chapter or even close, but we do learn about her life and about her family so pay close attention.

"So, I asked Cherry Valance out last night," Dallas told me as we left the diner.

"Oh really?" I asked, trying to sound disinterested.

He nodded and lit a cigarette. "Yeah."

"What'd she say?" I asked, still with an unbiased voice.

He smirked at me. "Why do you want to know?"

I racked my brain for an answer that would not give me away. "Don't you know my life revolves around you?" I asked sarcastically.

He smiled to himself. "Yeah."

We walked around our side of town in silence. I never did hear what her answer had been.

He looked at a fight between four greasers and five socs and I expected him to go join in.

"You should probably go and live with your mom," he said, surprising me. "It's not safe here anymore. And I don't think it'll get better." He was still staring at them, but looking right past them.

"Whatever," I brushed him off. "Chicago has the mob. Al Capone, remember?"

He laughed wolfishly. "Yeah, but the mafia doesn't have it against you and your loved ones." He looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Or, do they?"

I returned his smirk.

"What do you want to do now?" he asked.

I shrugged. With the way things have been lately I felt like crawling back in my bed, but I couldn't pass up being with Dallas. I didn't know why, but I couldn't. "It doesn't matter, whatever you want to."

I started humming as we randomly and quietly took off walking.

"What the hell are you humming?" he asked.

I didn't know. I had heard it in my dream from when I had been passed out. "Not sure. Just something I remember."

He didn't respond.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

"I mean you could be living with your mom and stepdad in Chicago, or by yourself in a expensive, private boarding school, or with your grandma who will let you get away with anything because she's so desperate to have company and she's getting senile. So why here?"

I was surprised he remembered all that about my family.

"Why not," was all I said. "Besides, my mom won't live in Chicago forever. She misses Biloxi, I know she does."

"How?" he asked, not understanding how I knew my mother so well when she was in a different state.

"I just do." I said.

"If you say so."

Then he dropped it.