A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry it's been so long :c It's been over a year! I just kinda went through a phase where writing wasn't really my thing... I KNOW THAT'S NO EXCUSE. BUT. I'M SORRRYYYY. *GIVES YOU ALL COOKIES AND HUGGLES* I HAVE NEWS THAT SOME OF YOU WILL LIKE AND SOME OF YOU WON'T (BUT HEY. IDGAF.). I'VE SET A GOAL FOR MYSELF, AND I'M GOING TO TRY TO UPDATE ALL OF MY STORIES ON ALL OF MY ACCOUNTS(that I can still access..). So check my account for updates.

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GoldenSunsetsMidnightSkies: I MADE THIS CHAPTER SPECIFICALLY FOR YOU. I tried to include interactions with as many greasers as possible, but mostly her brother.

ALSO, ON ANOTHER NOTE, I researched sixties slang, and I'm sad to say between me and my friend we use it all :/ But I'm going to try to use more of it in these fics. AND YES. BOSS WAS SIXTIES SLANG.

Suicide knob- A knob people(mainly guys) tie to their steering wheel to make it easier to drive with one hand, so they can put their arm around their date while driving. Common in the sixties.

Be honest, did you ever mention my name?
Did you get sick of the shame?
~Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows (D.R.U.G.S.)

Bob was pretty fun to talk to last night. It turns out the nurse had given him a lot of pain killers, so he was pretty out of it. Most of the stuff he said was real stupid or didn't make any sense, but it was hilarious.

I ended up falling asleep on the chair beside Bob's bed, and I woke up before him. I decided I best be heading home, because if Dal ended up getting home before me he'd be pissed. I stood up and stretched before walking out of the hospital. I didn't bother waiting for a bus or anything, seeing as the hospital was only a fifteen minute walk away from my house if I took a short cut through the woods.

When I got close enough to see my house I noticed there was a car in the driveway. I sighed, knowing Dally probably borrowed one of Buck's cars. And sure enough, he did. As soon as I walked through the door I saw Dally sitting on the couch glaring at me. "Where the hell were you?" Dally asked, angrily, but his face slowly turned into a slight smirk. "And don't say with Bob,"

I clenched my fists, only causing Dally to smirk more. I must have looked insane. I was so tempted to punch him as hard as I possibly could. It was obvious Dally heard about what happened to Bob, but he must have not heard that the greaser missed his heart. I took a deep breath. 'One... Two... Three...' I loosened up a bit, but I was still glaring at him. "I was at the hospital. With Bob,"

Dally seemed to storm through a million emotions at once. He went from dissapointed, to sad, to worried, to angry, to confused, to angry again, then to happy. He picked up his keys then turned to me. "I'm headed to Windrixville. Stay away from the socs,"

"Do I have time to fix my hair?" I asked, just as he was about to leave.

He turned around to look at me. "You're not coming, Candie,"

"Yes, I am,"

"No-"

"They can still charge attempt of murder, Dal. It's gaurenteed they'll win, too. Bob was real drunk, then he was real fucked up on pain killers. He might not be able to point out a face. But everybody talks," I shrugged innocently and smirked.

Dally just glared at might and sighed heavily. "If you're not ready in five minute I'm leaving without you," He warned.

I walked up the stairs two at a time and walked into my room. Since I didn't have much time I just teased my hair in the back and tied a bow in the front of it like a headband. I looked at my hair in the mirror and shook my head. I decided it was good enough and ran down the stairs. "We can leave now,"

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For the past hour we've been in the car, no one said anything. Dally was pretty annoyed I was with him, so I didn't want to push it by trying to engage in a conversation with him, but the silence was starting to get annoying.

"Who are we picking up anyways?" I asked.

He glanced over at me then back at the road. He was slightly smirking. He knew I didn't actually care about who we were picking up. "Ponyboy and Johnny,"

I had heard about Johnny before. He seemed to be the only person my brother cared about. A lot of the time if me an' Dal talked, he'd talk about Johnny. Usually he'd be saying something about hating his parents 'cause they beat him, or about how some soc decided to jump him.

"Which one stabbed 'im?"

I looked over at Dal but he stayed concentrated on the road. After a few seconds, he replied. "Johnny,"

I gave him a slightly sympathetic look. I know deep down how worried and stressed he probably was. When I was younger and Bob first started jumping greasers, I was always worried he'd get caught. What Johnny did was ten times worse, so I can only assume Dally was ten times more worried... Or at least two times more.

At the same time though, I hated that Dally cared about Johnny so much. I hated Johnny. I know I didn't know him, but he still almost killed Bob. Sure Bob probably asked for it, but that doesn't make it any better. He was my best friend. Even if Bob was pointing a gun at him, if Johnny had pulled out a gun and pulled the trigger first, I'd still hate him. That's just how I was. That's just how I'd always be.

"Shoot, I'm sorry Dal,"

"You don't need to pretend you don't hate 'im," Dally stated, rolling his eyes.

"I hate him. Doesn't mean I'm not sorry, though,"

I looked around outside. I could tell we were getting close to Windrixville by the surroundings. When we first moved to Tulsa, our mother would take us out here for picnic. We were pretty young when we moved here, I was only about five or six, so I can't remember much about it. But I can remember bits and pieces of it.

"How much longer until we're there?" I spoke, after a good twenty minute silence.

Dally looked around for a second before turning down a dirt road. "We just need to continue down this way for about ten minutes,"

We kept driving until we came across a hill. I smiled a bit, because I remebered this place. This was the place our mother would take us. We'd go to the top of the hill and have a picnic right outside an old church. I figured that's where Dally probably had Johnny and Ponyboy hiding.

I looked over at Dally. "Can we walk up?" I asked him hopefully.

Dally stopped the car and sighed. He looked around outside then put the car in park and took the keys out of the egnition. "A little walk never hurt no one,"

While we were walking up the hill, Dally kept glancing back. I guess it must have been a habit he's picked up, with the cops constantly after him and all. I picked up a stone and threw it at the back of Dally's head when he wasn't looking. Dally turned back to give my a glare, but it turned into slight grin. He just shook his head and kept on walking. I walked up beside him and stared at him for a minute, before tripping him.

Dally laughed as he fell back and half glared, half smirked. "That's it," He picked up a rock and threw it at me as hard as he could, but missed. I laughed an ran up towards the top of the hill as fast as I could, and Dally chased after me.

When I got to the top of the hill I quickly ran over to the church and hit the walls, making a loud sound. Dally got to the top of the hill shortly after me. Ponyboy and Johnny looked out of the door way and looked scared to death. That is, until they saw Dally.

"Shoot Dal, we thought you were the fuzz, or some angry soc," Ponyboy said.

"Everyone thinks you're still in town somewhere. But trust me, they're lookin' hard," I explained, causing both Ponyboy and Johnny to jump. "Did I scare ya'?"

"W-who are you?" Johnny asked.

"I'm Candie," I smirked a bit. "Candie Winston,"

"Winston?" Ponyboy questioned. "You never told us you had a sister, Dal,"

"Well, he's not one to brag," I gave Ponyboy a somewhat bitchy grin. "You guys go grab whatever stuff you have. You're coming back to Tulsa,"

"But Johnny-"

"He's not dead," Dally mumbled, annoyed.

"He was pretty close though. The doctor said Johnny must have just missed his heart. You're lucky Bob's gonna be in the hospital for the next little bit, or else you guys most likely wouldn't survive the next week," I smirked.

"How do you know all that?" Johnny quietly asked.

"Thanks to you, I woke up to someone banging on my door tellin' me my best friend was stabbed and currently in the hospital," I slighlty glared at Johnny for a second before speaking again. "You're lucky the doctors gave him so much pain killers. He might not be able to point out a face,"

"Just grab your stuff and lets get out of here," Dally interupted me. "And Pony.. Why's your hair all wet? And why's it blond?"

"I'll tell ya' later. It's kinda a long story," Ponyboy mumbled and hopped in the back seat after Johnny.

I turned back to Pony and Johnny. "Is anyone gonna tell me the whole story?" I asked looking back and forth between them.

Ponyboy explained how when they were at the drive in Cherry and Marcia sat ahead of them and how Dally was trying to embarass them. He explained how after a while Johnny told Dally off, and Cherry and Marcia asked Ponyboy and Johnny to sit up with them.

"Okay, so what does this have to do with anything?" I didn't understand what this had to do with anything, since Bob and Randy broke up with Cherry and Marcia.

"Well you see, we offered to walk Cherry and Marcia-"

"To their houses?" I cut him off. "I even I can tell you that's a stupid idea,"

"And she's a ditz," Dally pointed out and I roled my eyes.

"It was Two-Bit's idea," Pony mumbled. "Any how, we didn't even manage to leave the drive in before Bob and Randy came over and got mad at us for being with Cherry and Marcia. They ened up driving them back. Then uh.. jump a few hours, me an' Johnny went for a walk to the park when we noticed a mustang had been following us," Johnny, who I'd completely forgotten was even in the car, started to become slightly pale. "A few insults later, Bob, Randy, and some other soc, I think his name was David or something, were holding me under water," Pony shrugged slightly, trying to act like it was no big deal.

I wasn't going to call Pony out for faking. I don't think I'd be able to act half as calm as him while telling that story. "So Johnny stabbed him... I just," I stopped, remembering Bob and Randy broke up with Cherry and Marcia. "Were they drunk?"

"Do they drink a lot?" Pony questioned, rolling his eyes slightly.

I chuckled a bit. "Not why I asked. They broke up with Cherry and Marcia earlier that night,"

"They're socs," Johnny said quietly. "They probably just wanted to jump some greaser,"

"They would have jumped Curly if they just wanted to jump someone," I disagreed.

"Or me," Dally piped up.

Everyone turned to look at Dally, but Dally didn't take an eye off the road. "They didn't, did they?" I asked, almost concerned. I could almost gaurentee they didn't, because Dally probably would have a bruise or a cut or something. And he most likely would have said something about it if they did.

Dally rolled his eyes. "No, they didn't. But they're probably real 'pissed' at me for hitting you," He said using air quotes.

"He hit you?" Pony asked. I couldn't tell if he sounded curious or conserned, but it was one of them.

I subconsciously rubbed my face where Dally hit me, but as soon as I realised what I was doing I stopped, remembering what Dally said about Johnny and his parents. "It's not that big of a deal. I kinda deserved it,"

Dally mumbled something like 'Exactly' causing all of us to look at him. "What?" He asked looking at us. "She did,"

"You probably didn't," Johnny said, to my surprise at a normal volume. I gave him a half smile.

"My older brother hit me, right before that huge mess with the socs," Pony told me. "I fell asleep in the lot with Johnny after we got back from the drive in. I didn't wake up or get home until around two in the morning. Darry was real mad and just kinda ended up hitting me," He looked down.

"Sheesh. Even Dal ain't that bad,"

"Ever since my parents died in an auto wreck Darry's been taking care of me an' my brother Sodapop. If we get in the slightest trouble our social workers will send us to a boys home," Pony explained. He looked at Dally then back at me. "Who has custody over you guys?"

Dally raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at me and Pony before looking back at the road without saying anything. "It's, uh-" I shook my head. "That's a topic best left untouched. If Dally hasn't told you yet, it doesn't really matter,"

I turned around to sit facing foward then looked at Dally. "Are we there yet?" I asked in a little kid voice. "Are we? Are we?"

Dally rolled his eyes and pulled up at some house. "Yep,"

I looked at the house. "Is this Pony's place?" Dally just nodded. I turned back to Pony and Johnny. "Stay here,"

I hopped out of the car and knocked on the front door. A familiar looking boy opened the door. I thought for a minute then realised he was the one of the boys my brother was hanging out with that first day of grade one. He seemed to recognize me too. "You're Dally's little sister, right?"

I half grinned. "You remeber me?" He just shrugged and nodded slightly. He looked like he hadn't slept in a while, and like he'd been crying. "My brother said you were supposed to be the happy-go-lucky one,"

"Well, it's been a rough day," he told me.

"Is there any way I can make it any better?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Probably not,"

"Not even if I brought you your brother and friend?" I waved Pony and Johnny over.

Pony and Johnny ran over and Soda went wide eyed. Dally, who was walking over, laughed a bit. "Sorry about that Soda,"

Soda glared at Dally for a minute, then suddenly became conserned. "But I thought Johnny killed the-"

"Completely loaded soc who's currently in the hospital? He's alive, and you have no idea how many pain killers it takes to do anything when you've been stabbed right by you heart. He's not going to remember anything. And without him as a witness, they don't really have much of a case," I cut him off.

Soda grinned. "Do you guys wanna come in?"

"Oh I don't-"

Dally walked up beside me. "Why not?" He grinned and practically pushed me inside.

"Darry!" Soda yelled.

"What is it?" He asked, tiredly. He walked over, and boy did he look bad. He looked even worse than Soda! That is, until he saw Pony. "Pony?" Pony ran over to him and gave him a hug. "Pony I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I just,"

Dally and I stood there awkwardly. I looked up at Dally and said: "See this? You should be taking notes," Dally grinned and shook his head.

Darry looked at me and Dally. "'Ey Dal and-"

"She's my sister, Candie," Dally finnished the sentence. Darry and I both gave him a semi-shocked look.

"Well, it's nice to meet ya' Candie,"

After Soda and Darry were done freaking out over the fact that Pony and Johnny were back and safe, Darry, Dally, Soda, and Johnny started watching tv. Pony, on the other hand, wouldn't shut up. Not that I minded; he seemed like a pretty cool kid. To my surprise we actually had some stuff in common. We both liked poetry, music (though we got in an arguement over who was better: Elvis or The Beach Boys), sunsets, writing, movies, reading, and going for walks. Part of me kind of wished I met the kid before. I don't think we'd ever be able to be close friends, but he seems like the type of friend that you talk to when you have no one else to talk to.

Not too long later Dally decided to leave, and I went with him so I could borrow the car to drive down to the hospital. Dally and I drove in silence for about ten minutes before either one of us said anything. Dally spoke first. "I see you and Pony had a lot in common. You guys would be great friends,"

I ignored the obvious hit at the fact that I'm friends with socs and turned to face Dally. "Be honest. Did you ever mention my name?"

"I don't know-"

"Did you ever talk about me? Did you ever mention my name to them?" I cut him off.

He was silent for a minute before answering. "No, I didn't," I was about to say something, but then stopped and faced forwards. "Well it's not like you did either!" Dally snapped. "It's not like you talk about Dallas Winston, you ideal brother!"

"Nope, but you know what, almost my entire life I talked about Dallas Winston, my super cool, kickass brother! And how I wanted to be just like him!" Now it was Dally's turn to face forwards and not say anything. "I didn't even do anything back then," I said quietly. "I never did anything to earn your disaproval. You were ashamed of me from the start, with no damn reason!" I started to get louder, but Dally still didn't say anything, keeping his eyes on the road. I didn't really expect anything else, though.

When we pulled at Buck's I saw Buck leaning againt the building, smoking. Dally got out of the car, leaving the keys in it and headed straight inside. Buck looked at Dally then gave me a weird look. I just shrugged. Me and Buck weren't really friends, but we were a hell of a lot more than aquaintences.

"Nice car Buck. 'M surprised it doesn't have a suicide knob," I joked.

"They're not too useful to me," He told me, raising his right arm. "I drive with my right arm,"

"That makes one of us," I said climbing into the drivers seat and driving away, purposely only using my left arm.

When I got to the hospital I saw Randy sitting on a chair next to Bob.

"'Ey Candie," Bob grinned a bit. "When'd ya' leave?"

"I was here all night Bob," I told him.

"Where were ya' all day?" Randy asked me.

"I was with my brother and some of his friends," I answered, then turned to Bob. "What can you remeber from last night?"

"Not much. I broke up with Cherry, got drunk, and some greaser stabbed me. I can't even remeber who. I've been told one of your brother's friends," He explained.

"I need a word with Randy then," I walked over to the doorway and Randy followed. "You guys can't press charges,"

"Why not?! They almost killed Bob!"

"In self defense! You guys don't have a case compared to them. Especially if Bob doesn't remeber,"

"We could te-"

"Even if you tell Bob what happened, the odds of him forgetting are still too high. And they stabbed him in self defense,"

"Shouldn't Bob at least get a say in this?"

I raised an eyebrow at Randy then said loud enough so Bob could hear. "Would you rather the greaser go to jail, or stay out where you can torture him physically and emotionally?"

"The second option," Bob spoke up.

I smirked at Randy. "There's no case!"

"Candie! They almost killed him! All we did was jump them-"

"And they didn't deserve it!" That caused Randy to shut up for a minute and look confused. "None of them deserved it. And normally I wouldn't care and I'd tell you to press charges. But for Ponyboy's sake, don't. That kid didn't deserve to get jumped, and he didn't do shit to either of you when you were jumping him, but that kid has so much to lose if you press charges,"

Randy sighed. "Johnny will pay,"

"I'm counting on it. Just try to leave Pony out of it,"

"So does that mean if David happened to stop by and said there's gonna be a rumble between your brother's and Tim's gang against us you'd have a problem with it?" Bob questioned.

I looked over at Bob. "Kinda. For a few reasons,"

Bob nodded slightly. "Yea.. Well David stopped by-"

"When is it?" I asked.

Bob seemed shocked at my sudden interest. "This Friday, why?"

"I'm gonna try and stop this thing before it happens,"

A/N: Ugh. I KNOW IT'S BAD. AND I KNOW IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO UPDATE. BUT I UPDATED. I THINK THAT DESERVES A REVIEW.