I do not own Dally, Soda, Darry or any of the original characters
written by SE Hinton. As promised, an update. Sorry its a little
late but I had hockey :)

Dally growled at the sun as he awoke with it in his eyes. Why the hell
does it come up so early?

He was not looking forwards to the day ahead. Yesterday he pretty much
fought and stole things until he had calmed down. Darry caught up to
him later in the night and managed to make Dally pissed off all over
again by bugging about what had happened.

Dally didn't say anything about New York or Kyle, dispite Darrys
persistence. In the end he had to promise he'd talk to Kyle today, or
else Darry would have killed him.

As he pulled his shirt on he looked at the side table by his bed and
grabbed the shiney switchblade on it.

With minimal difficulty he managed to fit it in his back pocket with
Two-Bits blade. Now he could it back to him. He couldn't believe
Two-Bit hadn't killed him for it yet, he loved his blade.

The new one was for Christmas from Jake. He couldn't believe they got
him something, a blade at that. He tried not to show his suprise but
didn't do too good of job of it by the looks on everyones face. Even
though he didn't say thank-you they seemed pleased with the look of
happiness that crossed his face.

Much to soon he found himself in the Curtis' house. To his suprise
Pony was sleeping on the couch with Soda in the chair.

Pony opened his eyes when he heard the door shut. He hadn't been able
to fall asleep on the couch, it was small and extremely uncomfortable.
He didn't know how the gang could do it. He looked up to see Dally
looking at him with an amused expression. "Darry is in his room, Kyle
never came out of my room so we gave Jess Sodas old room so, well, we
got stuck here."

Dally shook his head. The kid got kicked out of his own room. "So
Kyles in your room?" he said then without waiting for a response
walked out of the room.

The door was unsurprisingly locked but Dally managed to break in after
a few minutes. A skill he learnt in New York but hadn't really used
until now.

He strode in the room and yanked opened the curtains letting light
flood in. Kyle groaned and lifted his head from the pillow.

It took him a minute to recognize Dally. "Dally..." He didn't know
what to say, he didnt think an apology would work to well because,
well, he doesn't apologize and he didn't have anything to really
apologize for.

"Just get up. Darrys makin' me talk to yah so let's get it over with."
Dally ordered.

Kyle was shocked but didn't show it. Since when did Dally become so
bossy? And brave. And hard. And scary. And moody. And cold. And
angry...And since when did I follow orders from a kid? He realized
he was doing just as Dally had told him half way through pulling his
shirt on.

As soon it was on he tried to claim his spot back as alpha dog. "We're
going outside." Without looking he knew that Dally was following
behind, which have him a small amount of pleasure. Maybe he didn't
change that much...

They walk down the street in silence and somehow found their way to th
park. Both slouched down on a swing.

"So what's up kid?" Kyle started.

Dally growled. "I ain't no kid."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Fine. What's up Dallas?"

Dally was still unhappy with the use of his full name but answered
anyways. "Fine."

Kyle looked at him. "Hey, you wanted to talk to me. Don't go all
silent on me, 'cause if you don't talk I don't talk."

After a brief moment of silence Dally sighed. "So your getting
married..."

Kyle flicked his eyes over. He honestly didn't believe Dally was going
to talk. "Yeah."

Dally looked to the ground. "Do you...love her?"

Kyle looked over in shock. He half expected to see Dally sitting there
with that stupid smirk on his face. But he wasn't. He had the most
sincere expression on his face since he had seen him again. He
actually wanted to know. "Jeez kid...didn't see that one coming."
Sensing Dally was going to close up again he spoke quickly. "Yeah, I
do. I really love her Dal. She's the reason I left New York."

Dally nodded. "How were things up in New York?"

Kyle's eyes darkened. "Billy is in for life, same goes to Richie and
Mac. Zach is dead, same goes for Max. New gang, Scorpions, ran by Jed,
not much of anything though. Mostly just do the dirty work for
us...um I mean the Cobras."

Dally frowned. He knew that it would be like that, you don't live long
if you lived like those guys, but hearing it put a totally new spin on
life. "What 'bout Der?"

Kyles eyes softened. "Sorry kid, he's dead too. A nasty rumble, some
Panther brought a heater. Didn't suffer though..." Derek had been
Dallys best friend there.

Dally swore. God not Derek too. Derek wasn't a fighter or a hood. He
reminded him a lot like Ponyboy actually. His face hardened. "When'd
he die."

"Dal that doesn't mat-"

"Kyle! Just tell me when he fuckin died!"

Kyles gaze shifted back to the ground. "Less then a month after you
left."

Dally growled. "Why the fuck was he in a rumble then! He was 10! And
small for his age at that! He couldn't even fight worth a shit! God
dammit!"

Kyle stood up to match Dally. "Calm down! It was a long town ago!
Nothing you can do now!"

Dally hadn't even heard him. "Wait! The rumble! Why'd it happen!"

"Doesn't matter..."

"Just tell me!" Dally yelled right up to his face. His eyes were
blazing and his face was red.

"We owned them some stuff...didn't give them their drugs, didn't
have enough money to pay 'em back..." he watched as Dallys
expression changed from anger, to realization, to shock, then finally
anger again.

"FFUUCCKK!" Dally roared and spun to face a tree. He continued a long
sting of swear words while continuing to hit the tree splitting his
knuckles.

Kyle watched shock. He'd never seen Dally lose it so bad. So mean. He
had to force himself to move after being stuck to the spot in fear.
"Dally..."

Dally spun around. "Fuck! It was my fault, wasn't it? Wasn't it? I
was supposed to deliver them drugs, but I didn't cause I left! So
they never got 'em! So they called a rumble! So Derek died! Fuck he's
dead! Fu-uck!" he moaned then stalked off.

"Dallas-" Kyle grabbed his shoulder and spun him around only to be met
by Dallys fist. "Leave me the fuck alone! I'm outta your life, your
outta mine!"

Kyle covered his nose with both hands and blood still seeped through.
He could sure pack a punch.

What the hell was his problem? He understood he was a little sore
about Derek, he was, after all his ex-best friend, but he hadn't seen
him in over 5 years. Besides, it wasn't really his fault. He didn't
know that that would happen. Even the younger, less confident, less
mean, less cold, less scary, less violent and less empty Dally he knew
wouldn't be effected like this.

He wondered what had happened since Dally had left. Whatever did, it
must of been pretty bad to do this to him...

Sorry, kinda short but I realized that shortish chapters are easier
and better to write, to me at least.

Hoped you like and review :)

To my very amazing, new BFF Alyssa Yorke:
Agreed, lets be best friends, lol. Sorry but there shall be no Pony
deaths in this story, but because you reviewed and I love all of them
I will make a Pony Death Fanfic just for you. Any preferences? Humourous,
dramatic, sad, suicide, accident, murder? Lol tell me if you have any ideas :)

Thanks so much for reviewing, I am SOOO happy you like my story :)

YEAH :D another Tim fan :) Sorry no Jake in this chap, but his making a
comeback soon :)

Really you have no idea how much these reviews mean to me :) Thank you
for all your compliments and your advice, I hope that the POVs have been
less confusing, its my first real story and Im learning what not to do and what
to do still :)

Again thank you soooooooo much :)