Well my plan was to hold out a while longer for Dally to come. But I feel I might be torturing some of you by doing that. So…for those of you who asked, I'd like you to welcome Dallas Winston to the story. That only goes to show what reviewing can do! So…drum roll here it is! Chapter four!

Warning: there is a sentence, in the beginning of the chapter that says "Was her best friend." The 'was' doesn't mean past tense, as in not her best friend anymore. It means like "is her best friend." I repeat! It does NOT mean they aren't best friends anymore!

Soda, Pony, Steve, Two-bit, Matt and Blade were walking around, with the old Greasers pointing out any important places to the new Greasers.

"Well, well, well…" A voice said. "What have we here? A couple of new Greasers!" Blade and Matt looked over at the others and saw them tense into their tough stance and turn around. Therefore, they tensed as well.

"Wish we could say the same," Two-bit said. "But, looks like we have the misfortune of beating up the same old Socs…well, not really misfortune…" he added. "I think we'll all enjoy beating ya'll up again!" The Socs glared at him.

"That little line," one of the Socs said. "Was the difference between fists," he paused and flicked out a blade. "And blades." Two-bit, Steve and Soda all pulled out their blades, while Steve broke his pop bottle and handed it to Pony, never taking his eyes off the Socs. Sure, Pony annoyed the hell out of Steve, but Steve still had his back. That's what a gang is. Before they could even use their blades and bottles, Blade and Matt looked at each other. They smiled and nodded. The odds were even. Six Socs on six Greasers. Matt and Blade kicked the knives out of two of their hands. They both expected the fight to start there, but all they got were shocked stares. Upon seeing that nobody was doing anything, the two continued the process. Seconds later, all Socs were left empty handed. Blade walked up to who seemed to be the leader.

"Would you like to leave now? Or would you like to fight?" The Soc punched her. She blocked it and the fight was on. Soon after, the Socs retreated into their car. The Greasers weren't hurt to bad at all. They continued to walk and talk about the fight when a familiar voice called,

"Yo! Curtises...! And Steve and Two-bit…"

'Matt's right…' Blade thought. 'Stop thinking of Dally…that voice doesn't belong to him!' But when she looked over at Matt and saw that she wasn't the only one to be reluctant to turn around, she grew suspicious. Finally, they turned around. Blade stood there staring at the man who sounded like, looked like, and walked like her best friend. She stared at the man who was her best friend. She couldn't move. Could it be? Could she really be staring at Dallas Winston? The guy she would do anything for? The guy who she trusted with her life? Her best friend? Her brother? She was so lost in thought, so shocked, so amazed, so confused, she hadn't even noticed her brother, her blood brother come over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She was so lost, she hadn't noticed how hard she was breathing. She was so, what was the right word? Scared? But in a good way, that she didn't hear the voices calling her name.

I don't say pop, I say Soda. But the book says pop, so pop it is! I think its really cool how some people call it pop and some don't…I think it's the southern states…and that's really funny because I live in the most southern state in the U.S. and we have no accent whatsoever. I live in Florida. GO MIAMI! lol. Anyway, there you go Dally lovers. lol. I love Dally as well, so don't think I don't. He's one of my favorite characters. Well, I'll try to update as soon as possible, but my play opens next Wednesday and I have rehearsal every day. So review! You all saw what a simple review can get you, so review! Thanks a lot!

Ale