The girl's eyes widened at the sound of her name, she stared at Dally for a moment, her eyes clouding over with confusion and then recognition. "Dally?"
They stared at eachother for a moment before the girl fastened her arms around Dally's neck, sobbing. There was no way she would be able to talk; her tears said all that was needed. Dally rubbed his old friend's back, trying to calm her down. "It's alright, Little." He said softly.
"Don't you ever leave me again," she half-snarled in his ear.
"I won't." Dally said, seriously, as he pulled her away, brushing the hair away from her tear streaked face.
They stared at each, memorizing each others face. The hair, the eyes, each unable to pull away from the person who had once known them so well. They were like two positive magnets, fighting to resist eachother, but turning one around to show their true emotions and they couldn't stay apart.
But, they were pulled away by a groaning sound. Turning, they both looked over at Robbie. Dally gave Kizzy a squeeze, and, standing up, walked over to Robbie pulling him to his feet. Robbie looked at him, not quite registering what, exactly, was going on.
"You." Dally growled, hate emnating from every part of his being, "Stay the hell away from Kizzy! Got that?"
Robbie glared at him, his bruised and bloodied face showing in a streetlight nearby. His gaze shifted over to Kizzy. "Are you going to just sit there and let him do that?" He barked. Kizzy stared at the ground as though it were extremely fascinating.
Robbie snorted, "I knew you were worthless." He stared back at Dally, "have at her though, she gives free head and spreads her legs for anything that's considered male."
Dally punched him hard in the face, causing a loud crunch to come from his nose and blood to pour from it profusely. "Get out of here." He snarled, "if I see you anywhere near her, I'll kill you."
Robbie grabbed his nose, gave one last glare, and stalked down a back alley a couple streets away. Dally, turning toward Kizzy, held out his hand.
Looking up into his eyes, she put her uninjured one in his hand. Gently lifting her up, he held her close as they began walking. "I'm gonna take you to my friend's house. We'll get you fixed up there."
Kizzy just nodded silently, leaning close to him. After a minute she said, "I didn't know youse was in Talsa."
Dally shrugged, "Yeah. I've been around, but I like it here. There are people here, they're one of a kind."
A minute more past, "And I wasn't?"
Stopping, the blue eyed boy turned to her, "No! That's not it. People here need me, Kizzy. I left New York because I had to. You didn't want to go, remember?"
"I remember, Dal. But, I couldn't just up and leave my family, like you. Like my brother. I needed you, Dal." her voice was filled with so much sadness, that Dally gave up.
"We'll talk about this later." he said.
Kizzy sighed and nodded. Dally led her to the Curtis' and stepped in. They looked at her curiously and he shrugged, motioning toward her, "guys, this is Kizzy. Kizzy, meet Ponyboy, Sodapop, Two-Bit, Steve and…where's Darry?" He asked.
Pony stared at him uneasily; he had never seen him like this before. "Darry had to work late." He said quietly, eyeing Kizzy's wrist. "What happened?" He asked.
Kizzy shrugged, "fell. I'll be fine, I just need to set it." She lied.
Dally snapped his head toward her, she had never lied about the abuse around Dally. She knew that he wouldn't think any less of her because of the abuse. But she didn't know about these people.
He felt something jab him softly in the side and he looked down at Kizzy, who was holding her wrist up. "Do the honors?"
Hesitantly he took her wrist in his own, and grimacing he set it for her. The guys watched, grimacing also as they heard the bone go into place.
"Can you get me a bandage or somethin', Pony?" Dally asked, still holding her hand in his own.
Pony nodded, getting up and rushing into the kitchen. A second later he came back, and they wrapped Kizzy's wrist.
After they had cleaned a few cuts on Dally's hand and a few on Kizzy, the door opened. Johnny and Darry walked in.
"Found him sleeping in the Lot. Practically shivering to death." Darry said, a reprimanding look on his face. Johnny only lowered his head.
Whirling on him Dally glowered, "I told you to come here if it got cold."
Johnny only shrugged.
Dally gave an angry sigh, "Don't do that again, Johnny, or you'll die of a cold before you turn Seventeen."
"Alright, Dally." He said quietly, then looked up, just noticing Kizzy.
"Who's this, Dal?" he asked, looking to the towheaded boy.
Kizzy smiled softly at Johnny, "I'm Kizzy. I guess…I guess you could say that Dally and I go back a while." She answered, her wrist throbbing. She winced and looked up, "I know that I probably seem like a moocher right about now but…can I get some aspirin?"
Soda nodded and walked into the bathroom, fetching the bottle of aspirin and bringing it out to her. She pulled the cap off and took three, swallowing them dry.
She took a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and pulled one out, lighting it and taking a long drag off of it with a shaking hand. "I appreciate the help." She said softly, her New York accent extremely pronounced.
Dally shrugged, "it's not a problem, Little."
Johnny's eyes widened at the nickname, "Dal, is this the person you were dreaming about?"
Kizzy grinned up at him, "Dally, you were dreaming about me?" She elbowed him gently in the side. "I'm flattered."
Dally shot a scowl at Johnny, and then at Kizzy, but remained quiet. Taking Kizzy's hand he brought her over to the couch. "You don't mind, Darry, if she stays a while?"
Darry shook his head, "I don't mind."
"Thank you." Kizzy said to Darry.
"Well, I'll pay for anything she needs." Dally told him.
"What am I? A pet?" Kizzy said, shooting a mock glare at him.
"No." Dally replied, blushing. Johnny was smiling and everyone as laughing.
Kizzy nodded, her mouth going wide in a yawn. Dally smirked and patted her on the back. "Bed time, Little." He said.
She shot him a look, "since when do you tell me when to go to bed?" She crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Since I saved your ass about an hour ago." He retorted, snuffing his cigarette in the ashtray.
She hit him with her good hand, "I would have been fine without you. You just don't like to see people in that situation and HAVE to butt into it." She paused. "You should have just let it be." She shook her head and yawned again. "But I think that I will pass out."
"Do you want us to leave?" Soda asked.
She shook her head, "trust me, I've fallen asleep in places a lot louder than this. I used to live in New York."
Dally nodded, "she sleeps hard. Don't worry about it."
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