A/n: Well here's chapter two, sort of redone. I'll edit it and spell check it later. I'm too tired right now, but I wanted to post it. Oh, and I was thinking of putting Viola with Soda, but I'm not sure. Of course, she's going to think he's attractive no matter who she ends up with since, hello, he's Soda. Everyone thinks Soda is attractive! Doesn't mean she has to be in love with him. You guys decide.

Eight Years Later

Chapter Two

(Viola's POV)

I opened my eyes, letting the bright morning sunlight that was flooding in the windows shine into my eyes. It sure was bright. I sat up and looked to my side, expecting to see Dally, but what I'd been leaning on was only the arm of the couch. I stood and looked around a moment. Where on earth was he?

This was perfect! I was stuck in a different state in some random person's house. Where the hell did Dal go? How stupid was he to just leave me there? Pals of his or not, I didn't know them! For all I know, he could have been lying again.

"Who are you?"

Shit …

I jumped in shock and then spun on my heel only to see a dark haired boy looking back at me with wide green eyes.

"Who are you?" He asked again. "What are you doing in my house?"

I bit my lip and thought for a moment. I contemplated the various things I could do. Run? No. Lie? No. What was I supposed to say? 'Hi, you don't know me, but you know my brother. So, without any permission whatsoever, I spent the night at your house.'

Call me stupid, but that's exactly what I said.

The boy looked pretty young and confused as hell. He probably had no clue what to say and I bet he was thinking about reaching for the phone that was oh-so-very close to him and calling the cops saying a maniac was in his house.

My thoughts were confirmed correct as I saw him turn his gaze to the phone. Shit. Great, I've got a kid thinking I'm a maniac in his house. Perfect.

Maybe I was freaking out a little too much though. But try seeing this from my point of view: I'm in some person's house and they walk down the stairs to find me just … there. Then, they're staring at the phone ready to call the cops. I'm not like Dallas— I have a problem with going to jail!

Why did Dal have to go and disappear on me?

"Calm down Curtis. She's my sister." I was relieved to hear Dally's voice and turned my head to see him walking out of the bathroom, zippering his jeans.

The boy looked at me, as if sizing me up or sizing me down. I really couldn't tell with this kid. I always had this theory that you can tell a lot about what's on a person's mind from their eyes and his eyes were bright and held this depth that made him look sort of dignified and intelligent; set aside from other people. Yet, they also held a bored, tired look. I had no clue what he was thinking.

"So you weren't lying when you said you were one of my friend's sisters," he stated, cracking a small smile. My mouth hung slightly ajar. This was a classic awkward moment. Oh, but the next thing that happened was simply the best.

"Hey Ponyboy, where's my—" I thought things were awkward before, but now some hot blonde comes walking down the stairs in a towel. "Who's that?" He asked with a bright smile in place. He seemed to not care that he was practically naked in front of a girl he didn't know because the next moment, he was in my face, shaking my hands crazily.

"I'm Sodapop Curtis," so Dallas wasn't going crazy calling for Soda. "You are?"

My mouth moved, but no words came out. My ears sure got hot! Finally, I was able to produce a few stuttered and conjoined words before I blurted out the first real words that came to mind, "Shy; painfully shy."

He chuckled, keeping his bright smile in place. Yeah, laugh it up kid. I'm mortified! I was probably as red as a tomato— maybe that's giving the tomato too much credit.

"Get away from my sister, Curtis," Dally growled out angrily from the couch where he'd decided to lay on again. Sodapop— what an odd name that was— looked down at my hands and back up at my face over and over again before jumping back. He ran a hand through his wet hair and uneasily looked to the side.

Another right assumption from Mom: people feared Dallas and did just about anything he said.

"Hey wait, you got a sister Dal?" Soda queried with a quirked brow.

All I could think was: 'Hello, you're standing there in a towel. Please put clothes on! Ask questions later!'

Dally rubbed his temples. I'd guessed he'd been drinking. When he'd picked me up at the station yesterday he'd smelled like smoke and the stale smell of alcohol. He must have had a teeny little hangover that morning. A moment later, he replied, "Yeah. Just came down from New York."

Finally finding my voice, I squeaked out a: "Hi!" My knees bucked together and I gave a small wave. When I get nervous, embarrassed or put in a situation like I was in that moment, I scream. That was the case now: "I'm Viola! It's nice to meet you!" I laughed awkwardly and began to back up; making odd hand movements, hoping that the blondie would get the point to put on some damn clothes!

Yeah … a couple of hours in Oklahoma and things were already going smashingly.

A/n: Well, this is a crappy update. I know, it sucks pretty badly. As I said, I never had an immense desire to write a sister-fic, but I wanted to give it a try. I'll update if I get three reviews. That's not a lot at all everyone and usually, I don't beg, but because I have no immense desire and didn't intend on continuing this, I kind of need the motivation. I will tell you, I have someone set aside for a couple of characters in the story. Vote who you want to be with Viola in the end. No PonyxViola. I love Pony, but they don't click. In The Aftermath, they don't click either. Oh and Kit, I took your little request and made Dally seem somewhat sweet; or at least, I tried to. It's hard to make rough-tough Dallas seem somewhat caring while trying to keep him in character. Sorry he seems so OOC everyone!! Anyway, don't eat me for the crappiness. Oh and if you have any ideas for this fic, I'd be really happy to hear them since I have no storyline worked out really. Sometimes it's fun to start a story with no idea what direction it will go in :p If someone wants to help make this into a collab with me, I'd be really glad to do it since I have no idea what to do!!!!!!!

Love you all!

Oh and please check out "The Aftermath" :) I'd really appreciate it!