(A.N. Okay it's been like a month since i updated, but lifes been hectic, I mean, I just started high school and moved! so yeah. And to one very kind person who trolled me about the dates of the songs mentioned in this fic not matching the date it takes place, I'm well aware the songs were made afterwords that this takes place. The songs matched the fic niceley so I decided to use them, I don't see the big deal about it, so just leave me be about it.)

DISCLAMER! I do not own the outsiders or any music mentioned in this fiction or lyrics

Chapter 4

"She must be pretty tired if she could fall asleep just by driving a few houses down, I ain't gonna be the one to wake her ass up and get yelled at..."

"Steve, she is not going to yell at you, quite frankly she probably doesn't even remember who is who so be cool," I heard a laugh that woke me out of my daze,

"Nice accent there Pone? You pick that up up north?"

"Shut up Two-Bit and start moving the boxes since we already got the furniture in," The laugh rang through my ears again and I put my sweater over my head to try and block the noise out. I would soon be able to recognize each of my uncles by their different laughs.

"See! You used to say movin' like a normal human being, now you say "moving", ya' sound like a Soc!" I heard the familiar sound of someone being lightly hit on the back of the head and what sounded like my dad saying, "Shut up Two, Darry could you bring Delilah in and put her on the couch for me.?"

"No problem Pone," I quickly shot up from the seat, I was not a little girl and I did not need to be carried by people I barely even remember.

"I'm up! No one's carrying me anywhere!" The group of people in front of the little gray sided house all laughed, the guy who I assumed was Two-Bit laughed the loudest,

"Then you might wanna' get outta' that truck and carry your own crap into the house missy!" Two-Bit said and I couldn't help smiling. I quickly stepped out of the truck and walked over to the back, grabbing one of my boxes from the back.

Everyone was carrying the boxes in, it was chaos! I ended up running right into Micheal and he dropped the box he was carrying right on his foot. He was about as tall as a fifteen year old and he was only twelve, and this may sound strange but he wasn't the ugliest guy I've ever seen, even if he's my cousin. He had pretty long hair, but it wasn't greased back, thank god,

"Watch where your going squirt!" I looked at him open mouthed, I guess people have attitudes down south,

"You watch it!" He rolled his eyes,

"If my dad didn't force me to help you guys move I woulda' been at a rumble tonight so shut your mouth squirt!" Rumble? What the hell is a rumble? And squirt? Squirt?! I'm short but geeze you don't have to call me squirt! God how I wish I was back home! My head was already spinning from everything that was going on. I looked into one of the bedrooms and then the other where everyone had been placing my stuff. I walked into the room and put the box down next to the others before walking back out, Micheal was leaning against the side of the house smoking a cigarette and I just rolled my eyes. Since when did twelve year old's smoke? He probably tells everyone his fourteen or something.

"Hey dad!" I called out, "Is any of my stuff still in the truck?" He looked into the moving truck before responding.

"Nope, your all set to unpack!" I turned around and heard my uncles all making comments to my dad,

"It's weird to hear someone calling you dad..."

"She doesn't look anything like you pony! She's too pretty,"

"Nah, she has his eyes, Micheal Johnathan Curtis! Put out that cigarette!" I heard a sigh that was clearly my cousin's,

"And don't you go getting' all mad at everyone cause' I wouldn't let you go out to the rumble!" I silently giggled to myself as my uncle yelled at him, I already didn't like my cousin and he didn't like me, it was clear so I was laughing it up!

I walked through the little house, getting a feel for it. It was cozy and homey kind of, but it was tight and small, and a little run down. I ignored it and walked into what I'm guessing would be my room. I started sorting through a few things until I came upon a box that was clearly not mine, it had the word, PHOTOS, scrawled on it in black sharpie and dad's handwriting. Letting my curiosity get the best of me I picked the tape off of the box and opened it up. The first thing on the top was an old photo album titled, Friends, 1963-1969. I was intrigued because the album ended only a year before I was born. I flipped through and saw younger pictures off all of my uncles, some of my dad's old friends he never talks about, I think they died or something, and then there was this girl. There were pictures the guys took WITH girls, but this girl had over five pictures, with just her in them.

She had long, wavy hair, there was only one color picture and she had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was pretty short and was extremely pretty, but there was something about her that was off but I didn't know what, I just had a feeling. The way that she looked at you in those pictures, it was almost, ghostly. I flipped over one of the pictures to see a name written in the bottom corner, Danny. Her last name was smudged away. I took the color photo of her and shoved it in my pocket before going and searching the rest of the box, there wasn't anything but a few old books inside, I picked up one of them that had a red velvet cover and a small clasp keeping it closed. I opened it up and was greeted with words in a bolded, feminine, cursive writing,

Don't Read!

Me being me, I ignored the warning and flipped the page, what could go wrong anyways?

He's dead, Dallas is dead,

Well that's a great way to start a journal...

just yesterday he was up in Windrixville with Johnny, and that kid Pony.

At the mention of my father I straightened up and read more closely,

Johnny, Johnny died in the hospital. Dally had a mental breakdown, he robbed a convenience store and the fuzz shot him down,

Fuzz? I thought they were called cops

It's all that stupid kid's fault that my brother and best friend are dead now. If Pony just hadn't run out of the house this whole mess wouldn't have happened, I wouldn't be having any problems, and I certainly wouldn't be wanting to die to be with the people I love,

Danielle

As I looked more closely you could see that the pages of the journal or diary were smudged with tears. I went and flipped the page to read more and noticed there were no dates in this journal. I wish there was a date or something, I didn't know who Dallas or Johnny were either. This girl and those two must have some significance. After all, he does have this girl "Danny's" journal packed away in his things.

It's been a month or two since I've written in here, but there is no point, there's no point to anything anymore. Ponyboy's other brothers, Sodapop and Darry, are making me come to live with them. I only agreed to Soda because he's actually really sweet and used to make Dallas smile,

Alright, so this girl has something to do with one of the dead guys,

He had promised my brother, Dallas, that he would take care of me if anything happened to him anyways,

She's his brother?!

I hope that Ponyboy knows what's good for him and he leaves me alone, the kid just makes everything worse. I've never liked him, he isn't a bad kid, I just never took to him. He's book smart, not very street smart, and he doesn't use his head.

That does sound like dad, I thought before I reached to flip the page. I quickly shut the journal and shoved it under my mattress once I heard footsteps coming towards my door. I sat on my bed picking at my nails just in case someone opened the door, so that they wouldn't expect me searching through my dad's private things. Soon enough the footsteps went back to the outside of the house. I quickly went back to rummaging through the box to see what else was in there that might interest and or amuse me.

There really wasn't much other than a bunch of old photo albums, in each of them though, there was at least one picture of this Danny girl. She really was beautiful, even if I couldn't see her in color. She looked like a princess! I stood up and walked over to the mirror and looked at myself, I looked nothing like her, or at least not as pretty. My brown hair reached my chest and was styled differently than most people nowadays, I hated to crimp and straighten my hair so it just curled lightly around my face. It was nowhere near as pretty as that girl's, I guess it's just something about blondes that makes them automaticly pretty, I don't know. I turned from my little mirror and went and sat down on my bed. So many thoughts were going through my head, I just moved to a brand new place, my cousin hates me, and now I have to wonder about this Danny girl, and wonder if she's who I think she is... my mother. As soon as I rested my head on the pillow I fell straight into a deep sleep.