Author's Note: I don't own any of the Outsiders characters. I do own Tish, however.

Dallas was madder at Tim than anyone. When the police asked, however, he said he didn't know who had attacked him. If he was going to seek revenge on Tim, he was going to do it on his own. He knew getting Tim thrown in jail would just boost his ego and his reputation. Besides, what had the police ever done for Dallas? Nothing. He was so angry that it made him sick. He tried to think of what he could possibly do to Tim to make him feel this way.

As he sat on the Curtis' porch he took out a cigarette and lit up. His face was healing and he was starting to look like himself again. Some of the scars would never heal though. The guys said it made him look tuff, which was okay, but he would rather not have them on his face. He didn't mention that to them though. He didn't care about looking tough in front of Cherry. The only time he really cared about that stuff was when he was around Tish.

The ringing phone woke Cherry up. She heard her mother answer downstairs and then the pause and she could tell it was for her.

"Sherry, you have a phone call," her mother called up the stairs to her. Cherry got up and walked to the top of the stairs. She stared down at her mother.

"Who is it?" she asked in a whispered tone.

"It's Bob," her mother answered with a smile and a wink. Cherry descended the stairs and tried to decide whether or not to pick up the call. She sighed and brought the phone to her ear. "Hello?" There was a silence on the other line. "Hello?" she repeated, "Bob?"

"Hey, Cherry, this isn't Bob."

Cherry walked into the kitchen to find her parents. They sat together drinking early cocktails. She knew they had been talking about her when she entered the room because they suddenly quieted.

"Mom? I am going out with Bob tonight, okay?" Cherry asked.

"Oh, that's wonderful dear. I knew you two would make up," her mother answered and then looked at her father. When she turned back Cherry had already walked away.

Cherry walked to the end of the street where they had agreed to meet eachother. It was chilly out and her red hair blew around her face in the wind. She shivered and pulled her coat closed tighter.

She saw headlights off in the distance and it seemed as if the car was moving in slow motion. It pulled up to the curb where she stood.

Dallas leaned over and opened the door for her. "Hop in," he said. She smiled at how different he was from Bob. She looked over her shoulder at her street and then hopped in. Dallas drove them out of town so that nobody would see them together. Cherry crouched down in her seat until they were out of her neighborhood.

"Are you hungry?" Dal asked her.

"Not really," Cherry answered.

"Yeah, me neither," Dallas laughed. Cherry smiled.

"What do you want to do?" she asked.

"Just talk, I guess."

"Okay."

Dallas pulled into the dirt road some time later. Cherry looked around, it was so beautiful. There was a small abandoned building that looked like an old church. There was a huge golden field surrounding it and a lake next to it. The sun was setting casting an orange glow on all of it.

"Wow, it's so pretty, Dal." He stopped the car and got out. He went around and opened her door. She laughed at him. They walked over to the side of the lake and stared out onto the water together.

"I like it here," Cherry said and she looked at Dallas. When their eyes met the world seemed to stop. Dallas reached up and touched her face and Cherry flinched but then relaxed and let him. His rough hand caressed her face and it felt so much different from Bob's touch. She liked the change. He held her chin in between his thumb and his index finger and moved his face closer to hers. Cherry's heart skipped a beat and she felt warmth growing inside of her. When their lips touched she thought that her heart was going to stop. She never would have thought she would be kissing Dallas Winston a month ago. Dallas pulled away and looked into her eyes again. They were a hazel-green color and he wanted to stare into them for the rest of his life and never blink so that he wouldn't miss anything. They walked into the mold abandoned church together.

"How did you know about this place?" Cherry asked.

"I drove up here once with one of the guys and I remembered it in case I ever needed a place to hide out," Dal answered, "It's getting dark." He went over to a cabinet and pulled out some candles. He took a lighter out of his pocket and lit them up. Then he threw his coat on the floor for them to sit on so they wouldn't get dusty. They sat together and talked for a couple of hours, but it felt like just a few minutes. It was easier for both of them than talking to anyone else because suddenly they had nothing to prove.

"Dallas, Are you mad at Tim?," Cherry asked even though she felt she already knew the answer.

"Yeah, of course I am mad at him. I can't stand him thinking that he can get away with this shit. When I feel better I'm gonna kick his ass, or maybe do something worse."

"Worse? Like what?" Cherry asked alarmed.

"I don't know, yet." Dallas looked at her and his anger softened. "So, are you gonna keep going out with Bob after this?" he asked trying to change the subject. Cherry frowned.

"I don't want to."

"Have you slept with him yet?"

She looked at him angrily. "Dallas! Don't ask me that. That is so rude." She looked back down at her hands as she fiddled with her jacket.

"Sorry, just curious."

"Well, no I didn't sleep with him. He wanted to, though," Cherry paused, "…I'm not going to go back out with him." Dallas leaned in and kissed her again. Cherry opened her mouth and explored Dallas' further. She felt his hand on her hip and suddenly she felt a warm sensation between her legs. Dallas' kisses traveled away from her mouth and down her neck and the sensation grew. Suddenly there was a strong wind blowing through the church and the candles blew out. They parted for a moment to look around. "Oh, shit," Dallas said. It was pitch dark in the church except for some moonlight sneaking in through the cracks in the boarded up windows.

"This is spooky," Cherry said and she subconsciously moved closer to Dallas. The moonlight danced across their faces as Dallas went in for another kiss.