Disclaimer: I STILL don't own the Outsiders, or anything else I use like songs or movies or bands or singers. I only own Sunny.

Authors Note: Aiight, sorry about my other story being on hold, but I promise that as soon as I get more ideas for it, it'll be back up. Meanwhile, this story will continue to rock. Lol :P anyway, thanx to everyone that reviewed. But I haven't been getting very many reviews lately!  please review guys!

Chapter Eleven: Parties And Moving

When we got home from the police station, Dally and me sat on the couch, while Soda took Johnny and Ponyboy to the movies. Darry was at work still.

Dally kept staring at me.

"What?" I finally smiled at him.

"You're just so…" He started. I wanted him to say "beautiful," or even "pretty."

"Hot," He finished. I smiled and rolled my eyes. That was okay, it was Dally after all.

"Thanks Dal, you're hot too," I said, getting up and going to the kitchen for a glass of water. Dally followed me and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind while I was filling up my glass at the sink. He put his chin on my shoulder.

"Wanna go to Buck's party tonight?" He asked. Buck was always having a party.

"Sure," I replied, even though last time I went to one, I beat up Janine. But, I also kissed Dally, so it was all good.

Dally stayed at my house the whole day, and then he helped me decide what to wear for the party. Finally we decided on this pear of tight, faded, ripped bellbottom jeans that I'd had since forever, and a blue shirt with red sleeves down the elbows, and a Super Girl logo on the chest.

So there we had it, an hour later we were at Buck's house. I'd told Darry that I was going, and since I was going with a protective Dally by my side, Darry would have let me stay out all night.

Dally and I danced a lot as I kept getting drunker. I couldn't remember much soon after that.

Dally's P.O.V.

Soon, Sunny was really drunk. I was drunk too, but not as drunk as her.

"Hey, Dally," She said, swaying on the spot.

"Yeah?" I answered clearly so she could understand me.

"I think… I'mmm gonna be sssick," She slurred.

"Oh God," I said and took her up to the bathroom. She leaned over the toilet and I held her hair back, but thank God, she didn't throw up.

I brought her into the bedroom next to us.

"Sunny," I said in a quiet, soothing voice, "I'm going to call Dally, and I'm gonna tell him you're staying here tonight, alright?" I said. She nodded and yawned and she curled up on the bed.

I went downstairs and called the Curtis house. Darry was the first one that answered I told him she was staying at my house overnight. He'd never know. And, he let her stay at my house because he trusted me.

I went back upstairs to see Sunny. She was fast asleep. Passed right out cold. I saw her shiver, though, so I pulled the blanket over her and got in with her.

Even passed out drunk, she was beautiful.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek goodnight and drifted off myself.

Sunny's P.O.V.

"Mmmmm…" I groaned when I woke up in the morning. I felt sick, tired, headachy, and groggy. I knew this feeling. I was hung over. The light coming in the bedroom window hurt my head and my eyes. I tried to lay back down, but then I thought for a second.

This isn't my room…

I looked around. I was in a bedroom at Buck's place. Then I noticed Dally beside me and almost jumped. He was still asleep. I looked at the clock in the room. It was 1:30 in the afternoon.

I laid back down and snuggled up to Dally.

"Mmm… Sunny…?" He grumbled.

"Mmmhmmm," I said tiredly. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

I willed myself not to fall back asleep, though. I had to get up and go home.

"Does Darry know where I am?" I whispered groggily.

"Yeah, I called him, he thinks you're at my house with me," Dally mumbled back.

"Thanks, Dally. But I gotta get up now, I gotta go back to my house." I said.

"Let me walk you home," He said. We both got out of bed, somehow. And, managed to walk back to my house, somehow. Dally came in for a second, and then he said he was going back to Buck's to sleep come more.

"Okay," I said.

"I'll seeya tomorrow," He said and kissed me.

"Alright, if you need a place to stay, just come here tonight." I said.

"Sure thing, thanks babe," He said and left.

After Dally was gone, I had a shower and changed my clothes to a pair of Soda's jeans I found on our bedroom floor and a blue t-shirt with a picture of Mickey Mouse on it. Two-Bit gave it to me for my birthday one year.

When I dried my hair, I went outside and lit a cigarette. Darry and Soda were at work and Ponyboy was at school. I guessed I'd go down to the DX to see Soda. By that time, it was 3:30 in the afternoon, so he'd be done in a couple hours.

I stomped out my cigarette just as I was in the DX parking lot.

"Hey, Soda," I said tiredly, rubbing my head as I entered.

"Hey, where were you last night?" He asked.

"I was at Buck's all night with Dally, but don't tell Darry, he thinks I was at Dally's house," I said and sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing my head some more.

Soda looked me over.

"You're hung over," He stated.

"Yeah, I am, but once again, don't tell Darry. Can I have these?" I asked, picking up a bottle of Aspirin from the counter.

"Go for it, they're Steve's," Soda said. I dry swallowed a couple. Soda stared at me again.

"Are those my jeans?" He asked. I slightly laughed. Not too much, because eit hurt to laugh.

"Yeah," I said.

"You little thief!" He said and laughed.

We fooled around a little more, and I hung out there until Soda got off work and was ready to go home.

On the way home from the DX, Soda kept trying to get me to play I Spy. So, when we got home, I hit him in the head right in front of the house, where Darry just so conveniently (for Soda) happened to be standing on the front porch.

"Sunny, don't hit your brother," Darry said, looking more serious than usual.

"Which one?" I said and ran up to Darry, playfully hitting him on the arm.

"That's enough Sunny, I want you and Soda inside now." Soda and I exchanged looks of confusion but did as we were told.

Inside, Ponyboy was already on the couch. He looked at us.

"Guys, do you know what's going on?" He asked us as we sat down on either side of him.

"No, we don't, but Darry looked even more serious than usual, if that's even possible. He looked almost angry or depressed," I said.

Then Darry came in and sat in front of us on the coffee table. He looked somberly at us, and we looked expectantly at him.

He sighed.

"We're moving." He said.

"Moving?" I asked.

"What?" Ponyboy asked.

"Where?" Soda asked, and all three of these questions happened almost at the same time.

"We're staying in town, but we can't keep this house. We don't have enough money. I'm sorry, guys. We'll start packing tomorrow. Go get some sleep." He said and went into his room. He didn't come out for the rest of the night.

Soda, Ponyboy and I went to our room, still totally in shock. As soon as we got into the room, Ponyboy started to cry. He walked over to the bed and sat down. Soda followed him and I closed the door, leaning with my back against it, staring off into space. I couldn't believe that we were leaving the house that we grew up in, that our parents raised us in.

"Hey Pony, don't cry," Soda said, throwing and arm over Pony's shoulder.

I snapped back into reality hearing Ponyboy's sobs.

"Come on Pony, it'll be okay," I said, starting to cry myself, and sitting on the other side of Ponyboy. I put and arm around his waist while Soda had an arm around his shoulders still.

"If it'll be okay, then why are you crying?" He asked me through tears. I couldn't think of anything to say. Soda looked sadly at me. I didn't want to let my brothers down, but I just couldn't think of anything to say that would help any.

"How can we leave this house?" Ponyboy asked. I rubbed his back.

"I know Ponyboy, I know," Soda said, also starting to cry.

"It ain't fair," I said, standing up.

"Sunny, I don't wanna leave," Ponyboy said, standing up and following me.

"I know, Ponyboy I know," I said, hugging him. We held tight.

"Soda," I uttered. Soda got up and joined the hug. The greaser girl and her greaser brothers weren't looking so tuff or tough right then, I reckon.

"I won't let us leave," I said when we pulled away.

"What?" Soda asked.

"How can you?" Ponyboy asked.

"I dunno," I said, "I just don't know."

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