Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders, Tex, Hoobastank, or the song "Out of Control". Talented and worthy people do.

Rating: PG-13 (Of course, I mean, it's Dallas Winston for crying out loud!)

Author Notes: Thank you so much, people who reviewed! I love you guys! XD And it's my birthday on the 26th of February, so I wish to find a big, fat, review sooner or later as a gift. XD

And, it's Matt Dillon's birthday on the 18th of February! XD He played as Dally AND Tex (pretty darn well, too). So like, happy birthday!

Anyway, on to the story.

Out of Control

I know, I know, it's kind of mean, but having this freak in our house is really annoying. And, he won't even answer one of my questions! Not even one! I swear, this guy's worse than Mace! Wonder when he's gonna leave, or if he is!

But anyway, I have to give him his food, because Mace claims that "he's busy". Man, I always get stuck with the stupid jobs. It cuts down my riding time, too, which sucks. But this one time, I decided to ask him something while giving him his food. And this time, he actually answered.

"Hey, how'd you get here?"

"By car, stupid."

And that was it. Hey, I didn't say it was a good answer. But I didn't see his car anywhere. I heard stories about superheroes and all, but I doubt this guy was one. I took Negrito riding one time, and didn't see a car anywhere along the roads. Weird, huh?

And another thing—I don't even know the guy's name. He's that stubborn. He probably's annoyed by us 'cause we're from the country. I mean, there's nothing wrong with us at all. We do everything the city kids do, except people don't think it's cool—they only think it's cool when the city kids do stuff. I know, it's stupid.

"Ain't that weird?" I asked Johnny one time. Johnny Collins is my best friend. We've known each other for a pretty long time now, and I can tell him practically anything . . . except one thing that I won't share with you people at the moment.

"Yeah. I mean, he comes into your house and then treats you like crap! I think he should at least tell you what his name is."

"I know, but what am I supposed to—"

"Threaten him that you're gonna kick him out!" I glanced behind me. I practically froze, because Johnny's sister, Jamie, was standing, like, an inch away from me. Man, I could feel the blood rushing to my face. She was so close up that I could see her dark blue eyes. They were so dark that I kind of forgot that they were blue.

"Like that'll work!" Johnny said, rolling his eyes.

"Bet it will!" Jamie countered. "It will, right, Tex?" She looked at me, and I looked towards the ground.

"Uh . . . I reckon it will," I scratched the back of my head.

"What?" Johnny gave me a confused look, and I shrugged at him. Gladly, Jamie didn't see us do that.

"Well," she began, "Are you gonna introduce us to him or not?"

"I don't even know his name!" I explained.

"Then we're gonna get it!" Jamie declared, taking me by the arm and practically dragging me into the house.

Johnny gave me a look that said, "What's this all about?" and I just shrugged. I don't know why being dragged into the house by Jamie was making me feel all weird and stuff, and my face was really warm.

"Which room's he in?" she asked, and before long, we were standing right in front of the door. I stared at it, not knowing what to do next. "C'mon, Tex, quit standin' there!" Jamie poked me in the ribs.

"R-right," I nodded and put one hand on the doorknob. I had a real bad feeling about this . . . and I was right.

I heard the knob turn and rolled my eyes. That kid's so goddamned annoying! I put my hand over my forehead and closed my eyes as I heard the door open. "What the hell d'you want now?" I complained, but I didn't know that it wasn't only Tex—he had two other people with 'im . . . one of which who was a girl.

She wasn't too bad, either. I couldn't help it but grin in a way that caused Tex to look at me suspiciously. "What's your name?" the girl asked suddenly. Very assertive, huh?

I decided to play it cool. "Why d'you wanna know?"

"Well, 'cause you're livin' here!" she replied. Glory, she was a looker. I could get lost just starin' into those eyes. I couldn't really tell if they were black or blue, 'cause they were so damn dark. "Might as well know your name. Plus," she nudged Tex, "He's gonna kick you out if you don't!"

"Oh, really?" I asked smoothly, running a hand through my hair.

"Yes, really!" she declared. "Right, Tex?"

"Uh, yeah!"

I grinned at them. I couldn't believe this kid. Lettin' a girl talk for him. "I'm so scared!" I told them sarcastically. "Big bad Tex's gonna kick me out!"

"Got that right!" her eyes were sparkling.

"What's your name, baby?" I had to ask.

"Jamie. What's yours?" Jamie looked at me, like she was challenging me or something.

Damn, this girl was really persistent! I decided to humor her. "Dallas."

Suddenly, she and that other kid burst out into laughter, and Tex just stood there. "It's Dallas, Texas!" that other kid blurted out.

"Hey, watch it!" I growled, making all of them shut up. There it was again. I sounded like some stupid Soc about to jump a greaser. Wait . . . I knew that Tex is like a greaser, but what was Jamie and that other guy? "And you, what's your name?"

"Johnny Collins," he replied, trying not to laugh again.

"If you're gonna laugh, you might as well get outta here before I make you," I hissed. Johnny shut up a little, but Jamie was unfazed.

"Okay, then . . ." she giggled, "Dallas!" And with that, they were gone. Good riddance. I groaned, putting my hands over my eyes.

When was I gonna get outta here!

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Author Notes: Well, here's chapter 3. I know it ain't all that great, but review anyway! I'm trying to get past my writer's block on this story. I just can't think! Rawr-slams head against monitor- Anyway, your reviews will probably give me inspiration, so keep 'em coming!

And streetpanther—UPDATE SOON!