Author's Note: Hey my beloved readers and reviewers. How are we doing? It's crazy I've been updating so much but it thinks it's because I'm too lazy to start homework. Ah, well. It makes me happy and it seems to make you happy. So, I'll continue. This is chappie 8 (duh) and I think there will be about 4 more chaps left not sure. I've got stuff floatin in my head but once my fingers start typin who knows what's happenin. I don't! So, hope you enjoy. And also, check out my new story I put up. Its called No Fear, No Tears, Die Numb! It's not a slash lol someone thought it was and its not corny or nothing. I stopped that stuff with my first fan fic. bows head in shame The story I think might turn out good. Its mostly Johnny and Dallas with a new character added(Johnny's asshole brother). It definitely is not going to be like all those other stories we've been seing with new people. So check it out, please. It'll make me happy :D Thanks.

Thank you goes out to my adorable little reviewers who I could just eat up. Amanda's lawyer would like you to know she will not really eat you:

FlipWise: LMAO, I love how your so into it. It makes me happy reading your review. Yeah, I think it'll probably go down too. Not sure though, I never know what's happening when I start each chapter. But I do know how it's going to end. Hopefully with a bang :D Enjoy and thanks bunches for you review.

Mischief maker: Oh my goodness. You reviewed for every single chapter I think. Well, I'm going to make one big thank you review for you. And you can have extra cookies. LOL. But don't tell no one :D Otherwise I might get pitchforked and ouch does that hurt.

Okay, first off I'd just like to answer your question about the whole does he remember his old personality. Hmmm, not really but in a way sorta. Lol hard to explain. After getting hit he only knows this tough new persona but has a vague memory of his old one but not much. Just like he only half remembers his friends. Sorry, that's the best I can explain it. Lol I don't think I even know the real answer. To add to your reviews, lol I love how you called me a crafty one. Lmao I laughed at that when I read it. And the many times you called me evil sighs happily remembering Can't believe you got all that work done in 34 minutes. Jeez louise. Was it real messy too cus if it was than that's gotta be a record or something. Well, I think this thank you is pretty long, people are gonna start getting jealous with all attention I'm giving you. Keep reading, and hope you enjoy the next chapter!

Just Playin: Awe, once again I enjoy your review. It was very encouraging I found. I found that although S.E. Hinton's style is simple its just so great to read and straight to the point. It's awesome. Keep reading even if you don't review and enjoy the next chappie. Hopefully I'll make it nice and exciting. Try and shake things up a little, although theres been a lot of that I guess.

Ale Curtis-Carter: LOL, what you no like Keith? He's here to stay. Cackles evily Just kiddin of course. That devil will be gone shortly. Well not too shortly cause hes the entire story but ill be sure to give him the boot. When, I'm not sure. Keep readin and hope you enjoy a little more of Keith. Lol although Two-bit is still #1

Mrs. Benji Madden: Ya, I wonder what Timmy would look like in real life. Not in the movie cause he wasn't too hot there. But Two-bit and Dally meow I take it this is the end of our He he charade. sniff It was good and annoying well it lasted. He he. lol

Dreamer for lyf: I hope you didn't hurt yourself with all that fainting. I've got to admit though I laughed my ass (pardon my French) off when I read it. The fainting that is. Yeah, Keith is one meany, but eventually ill bring back the loveable little Two-bit. Man, I could just eat that greaser up.

Banana4422: cries uncontrollably I know I don't want it to end. But if Two-bit never comes back someone on here is bound to chase me down. And I can't run very fast so I know they'll get a hold of me. But, I will do my best to stretch out the rest of this story. Maybe 4 more chapters left. I just don't wanna rush it. Thanks for the review.

Not-that- Kinda-Gurl: Okay, I was just about a paragraph and a half through this chapter when I got your review. Lol, so heres another thank you to add. Glad your enjoy this story, I no I am. I'm updating faster now so how you like.

Okay, now that those are done. wipes off sweat buildup on forehead This chappie I'm guessin cause I write this stuff before I start the chapter might not be very long because of all those thank yous and my babbles. But if I find it short a second part will be added shortly. Okay? Okay! Enjoy!

Chapter 8:

Dallas moaned restlessly on the lumpy bed. Springs digging into his back, he eased himself up into a sitting position before detangling himself from the stained sheets. Country music shook the house with its screeching guitar beats and shameful lyrics. Dally played his tongue across the roof of his mouth absentmindedly. Below the room, he listened to the usual antics that were expected at a Buck Merril party; sleazy chicks, awful music and cheap beer.

Sliding out of bed, Dallas walked in a daze to the hall and down into the kitchen. Girls with faces coated in thick mascara and too much blush, stumbled around in an intoxicated haze like painted clowns. One girl, he couldn't remember her name, because she wasn't anything too important. She tripped over her heels, falling face first into his chest with a twisted grin plastered across her face. Long thick curls rubbing under Dally's chin, he shoved her away before he found himself getting distracted.

Tires squealed in the driveway followed by the familiar drunken shouts. Dallas smirked and glanced out the kitchen window. Tim Shepard and his gang were making their way towards the house. They were a little late for once. Normally they'd be halfway through a poker game by then and be downing their fourth or fifth bottle of beer. That reminded Dally, he hadn't had much to drink. He needed some too if he was going to deal with Shepard all night.

Two-bit, lips wound tightly around a cold beer, pushed his way through the Shepard gang. The party was already underway. Girls were sitting all about the house, some on counters and couches and the rest just wherever they could seat themselves. This is what he needed; a good break from the hassle of his overprotective friends. They couldn't just let him be once in a while, they just needed to keep going at it.

Naturally, Two-bit's first instincts when entering the kitchen were beer. Search and locate, that's what he needed to do. Once he found the nectar of choice, than he could settle down with a greasy girl or play a little Texas Holdem. Empty bottles were piled all over the kitchen and dinning room and then hidden deep within a corner were a few empty cases. The fridge however, would be filled with beer and it was there that Dallas was now bent over, head hidden inside.

"You better not take all them beers Winston!" Two-bit warned as he hovered over the platinum hared greaser. Dally grunted in anger from within the fridge. He remembered who that voice belonged to without needing to look behind him. Besides that, there was only one person who was stupid enough to wanna pick a fight with him.

"Oh, sorry. Were you waiting?" Dallas smirked sarcastically and pulled himself out of the fridge. Standing just a half a foot higher that the rusty hared boy, Dally used it to his advantage to try his best and intimidate him. Two-bit didn't notice a thing. His face remained blank and emotionless just as Dallas' was.

"Ya mind movin your ass outta my way?" he snapped, reaching out to push Dally back. Dallas took a stride forward and blocked the attempt. "You keep pushing me blondie, and they'll be hell to pay!"

Dally's eyes narrowed into two thin slits. He could take a little bit of the new Two-bit pushing him around, but not this much. Dallas Winston had a rep to protect and no new and improved Two-bit was going to destroy it.

"Did you want one?" Dallas gestured to the cool beer in his hand. Two-bit remained silent, teeth grinding dangerously as he waited. "Here, take mine. I ain't using it."

With all the people gathering around the two, and the tension and uncertainty escalating into a thick fog, Two-bit hesitantly reached out for the bottle. The tips of his fingers made contact with it, but just for a mere second when it suddenly slid out of Dally's rough hands. The shattering of glass cut through the animalistic sounds of the party.

"Oops, was that me?" Dally's wicked smile sent Two- bit into a fit of rage.

"You're going to be sorry" he spat viciously. Dally cringed, he didn't even recognize the voice talking to him anymore.

"Yeah, show me."

Two-bit leapt from his spot on the dirty linoleum, tackling the taller greaser to the floor with a thud. Dallas gasped for wind that had been knocked out of him. He could feel his pal's hands gripping his shoulders and thrusting him up and down, back hitting the ground harder each time. Dally clawed at the open flesh, fingers digging into Two-bit's right cheek and pinching just hard enough to make the boy cry out.

More drunks and broads were circling around the friends. Bunching up together, their sweaty bodies rubbed close as they peered in at the scene. One of those sweaty bodies was Tim Shepard. Reckless grin curling back, he swayed from side to side on the balls of his heels.

"Get em good Matthews!" he cried out. "Knock that guy cold. Come on."

"Shepard you fool. That guy is me!" Tim's eyes opened more; taking in Dally's bleeding form that was squirming about on the tiles. He backed away a bit with the realization that he'd be next to get his head kicked in after Two-bit. "Shit, when I get a hold of you…"

A hard left hook jerked Dallas head back, nose cracking under the impact. Wasn't the first time he'd banged up his face, but it was with Two-bit.

"Quick gabbin like a schoolgirl and fight me!"

Rusty curls shaded the front of Dally's eyes, blinding him of everything. Something landed hard on his chest. The copper hair fell away from his sight but he still couldn't see very well. Only a blood stained shirt and leather jacket were in view. He continued to throw punches, although he wasn't sure where they were landing. They must have been hitting something because after another minute, Two-bit had lessened his blows and everything was starting to die down.

People had begun to slowly depart the scene and return to their poker game or their empty rooms. Dallas rolled out from under Two-bit who was barely trying to keep him down anymore. The two glared at each other, not bothering to say a word in case it sent them into another scrap of egos and brawns.

Dally shook off the few pieces of glass on his jeans and tore open the fridge door once again. This time he didn't bother wasting the beer on Two-bit and instead took a long sip that he so desperately needed. Two-bit was watching with anger, just a foot away and was about to start a round two with Dallas when something came crashing through the front door.

Bruised and bloodied, a raw face of pain reflected on the young hoodlums face asa boy turned away into the kitchen. He gasped, agony surfacing from his wounds as he began to tilt forward. Knees bent, the kid fell face first to the ground in front of Two-bit's feet, consciousness lost.

AN: How was that boys and girls? Awesome? Boring?No? Yes? I wanted to have some action and Flipwise seemed so excited with Dally and Two-bit i had to have it happen. Sorry to leave that damn cliff hanger but hey. I'll type up the next chap right now ? Might not be too long but who knows. Sorry this one wasn't too long either. Enjoy. Wonder who the mysterious greaser is? Winner who guesses right gets a cookie. Or brownie. Later. And the next chapter is in the works as we speak.