This story goes out to: ClarkKentsgirl96

Warning: LANGUAGE.

Rating: M

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BESIDES "EMMI"

Here's another long chapter for ya'll and I'd like 4 or 5 reviews before continuing or I'm not gonna' continue. LOL

-Kylelover101

I'm horrible, so, so horrible.

Ponyboy's POV

I woke up to the famliur feeling. I opened my eyes and stared at the canopy in my room. It was white, had ruffled and ribbions. It mattched my double king-sized bed, which by the way was warm and cozy. But for some reason, I felt as if I failed. I failed in breaking up with Dallas. And I failed Curly. I failed in being his "only". "His alone." I failed as a girlfriend.

"Wake up!" Sodapop came nin my room, jumping on the bed.

"I am up." I mumbled. I really don't like it when anyone talked to me before nine in the morning, I turned over it was four thirty in the morning!

"Soda!" I said. "It's four somthing in the morning!"

"I know, Darry says it's time to get up." Sodapop grinned.

I flashed him a glare and pulled the covers over my head. "nooooo" I mumbled. Sodapop stopped jumping and laid next to me. He laughed and wrapped his arms around me.

"Ponyboy...I was just kidding. I actually coudln't sleep. I sort of felt...sad." He said. This time, he sounded serious.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well...this is the first Christmas without mom or dad." Sodapop pointed out. I felt my stomach go hard. He was right. There won't be the smell of cookies this morning, nor will daddy be coming through the door saying: "Santa left presents on our roof" of any sort. I tried not to cry, but failed.

I would of felt better, if Sodapop hadn't fallen asleep.

I woke up two hours later when Sodapop leaped out of bed. I smiled even when he managed to kick me in the shin. I myself rolled out of bed and walked to the living room. "Santa" sure was here. Heh, heh. I smiled seeing Sodapop flip over the couch and land right next to a big box that was for him.

"You do belong in a tree" I commented. "You are a nut."

Sodapop shrugged it off and went to opening his present, which was a box that had glass horses inside. It costed me a fortinue, but he deserved it. I smiled when I saw the look on Darry's face when he got brass knuckles and weights. I myself got some lip gloss and blush from (surprisingly) Curly. And everyone else got more than what they wanted. But what was surprising to me, was they were labled te them, from me.

Dallas. That could of been my only option.

"Merry Christmas" I turned to see Curly, we were hanging out and making breakfast, and messing around with the stuff we got when Tim, Curly and Angela stopped over for Christmas. I smiled and bid him a merry christmas as well.

Curly frowned.

"Is that all I get?" Just then he wipped out some mistletoe and I blushed, I leaned over to kiss in, feeling horrible. I didn't get him Jack. Like I said before, I got him nothing. Curly didn't seem all too up-set about what he didn't get from me, I'm sure he's happy with the kiss. I felt horrible through the entire day, no matter how many jokes or pranks that were pulled, or how many smiles that were flashed at me, I always smiled a fake smlie right back.

Am I really that weak?

Sodapop's POV NEW YEARS. 12/31/67 almost midnight.

I started standing outside it was snowing but it was too hot inside the house. I needed some time for myself and to think things over. I started taking out a cancer stick. I was really tense. I couldn't help but not be. I can't help but think that this is a sign from God telling me that this will be the start of a year...without mom or dad.

I took in some of the cold air, but it didn't help.

"Sweetie?" I turned around and smiled. Emmi...God she looked cute.

"Are you okay?" She asked. "If you don't want to drink that was okay too. You don't need to prove to me that you're manly or somthing." Two-Bit brought over a ton of booze today, ("To celebrate" as he put it) I think he wanted to get Darry drunk as possible, just so he could switch the channel over to Mickey Mouse so Darry wouldn't watch the game going on.

"Naw, it's not that. I had a beer" I said. I think I had Abeer or was it too? I forget.

"Oh, Well how are you doing?" She asked.

"Fine..." I turned over my shoulder and frowned. "Until he came." I gritted my teeth. I saw Dallas Winston walking up the street. I smashed my Cigg into the ashtrey and stared coldly at Dallas, who only smiled back (I'm sure he was PO)

"Hello, Sodapop...Emmi" Dallas smiled.

Emmi went to reply, but I clutched on to her.

"Don't talk to her!" I nearly yelled.

"Woah, about an 8 on the radar there, Sodapop. Glad it wasn't a 10" Dallas smiled. "Why ye so bloody mad at me?" He said, cocking a british attitude. I only glared at him. Dallas went to open the door, but I stopped him.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Nothing. I want a beer, Buck closed his bar to visit some family, and I need a beer." He replied. Emmi sighed and pulled out a fresh one from her short-mini skirt pocket. She handed it to Dallas.

Dallas smiled, cracking it open.

"Thanks, Doll" He said, then he walked off. I looked at Emmi in disbelief. She smiled at me but looked down at her feet.

"Sorry, That's the only way I knew how to get rid of him I didn't want a fight to start, not on the begining of a new year." She said. I sighed and held her closer to me. I kissed her lightly on the cheek. She smiled back at me.

"!0...9...8" I started counting down to the TV.

Meanwhile...

Ponyboy knew this was dangrous and wrong. Her boyfriend was just a few feet away from her inside and she was slipping out the back door to meet up with Dallas. Who by the way, was fairly drunk. Dallas was waiting for Ponyboy back behind the shed, he gave out a loud rip-roaring belch and kicked the empty can to the snow.

Ponyboy knew exactly where he was, (the belch did help her)

She walked over to Dallas and saw him smile. Dallas had a little handheld radio and the counting began.

"7...6...5..." Dallas said.

"3...2-" Ponyboy finished.

"1" Dallas then planted his lips on Ponyboy's kissing her hard and wet. Ponyboy moaned as Dallas picked her up and squeezed her tight ass. Ponyboy let dallas' tounge slip inside her mouth. Ponyboy could feel the rock hard bonor dallas was getting at the moment, but her arms were tightly packed into Dallas' loving embrace that she couldn't reach down ..."there" Ponyboy felt horrible, but never felt this loved in a long time.

What a bad way to start out the year. She thought.

From inside she could hear everyone scream HAPPY NEW YEARS and all that jazz. But what caught her attention was Curly's voice calling for her. Dallas pecked Ponyboy on the cheek once more and ran and hid in the snowy bushes. Ponyboy wanted to go after him, but she felt frozen and tears came to her eyes.

What a way to start the year...

OKAY!

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-Kylelover101