(A.N. Sorry for the EXTREMLEY long update delay, as i said before, my parents are getting divorced and im going to be moving on the 4th, but you guys will be glad to know this story is finally finished and I'm working on the sequal!Please review if you want the sequal! )

DISCLAMER: I do not own the Outsiders or any characters but Danielle, Switch, Patrick, Drew, and Robyn!

Chapter 10 – A bird's name

Danielle's POV

Once the smoke had cleared enough from the doorway for me to see I saw a rather familiar sight. There were three boys ranging from fifteen to nineteen roughhousing around the living room. Even though it seemed so much like the Curtis house here, little warning lights started to go off in my head,

Danielle, what are you doing? You just went home with a boy you have only heard about and just talked to and met today! And now there is three other boys... ALL OLDER THAN YOU! That can either,

A. Rape you

B. Jump you

C. Kill you!

"You know, you can go inside," I shook off my thoughts and looked over to Patrick who was trying to hold back a smile, he probably thought I was being another stupid scaredy cat of a greaser girl. I put on my tough act and turned back to him,

"Oh yeah, right," I hesitated for a moment before stepping into the smoke filled living room. The first boy that caught my eye was about six feet tall. He had reddish, brown, curly, heavily greased back hair. His muscles bulged out from underneath his t-shirt and leather jacket, he was leaning against the wall with one foot up and a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. The greaser looked to be the eldest and wasn't paying any mind to the younger two greasers playing poker on the other side of the room. He looked over at me and Patrick and began to approach us.

Danielle, Rape! Jump! Kill! Run while you can! Leave like Dallas always told you you should!

I made another attempt to shake the negative thoughts from my mind as the greaser stopped a few feet from Patrick's face, he was close enough to us that I could taste his nicotine flavored breath. I held in a cough, I had never once in my life opted for cancer sticks.

"You brought another girlfriend home Rick? I'm gettin' a little tired of this crap." The tall greaser scowled at me and I stepped back. I quickly scowled back to try to show I wasn't a force to be reckoned with, his facial expression didn't even change

RUN DANIELLE!

"You don't get it, Switch! This is Dallas Winston's sister!" Patrick put plenty of emphasis on my brother's name in attempt to get his point across a bit clearer. Everyone knew who Dallas was, according to most he went out with a "Bang" literally, he did. The tall greaser who was hopefully nicknamed Switch and not actually named that softened his face at the mention of Dallas. He started to circle around me, looking over every inch of me, it quickly made me feel uncomfortable, I was tempted to spit on his show as he circled me.

RUN!

"So your Dally's little sister?" I shook my thoughts about running out of my head and replaced them with my fake tough act again.

"What did your buddy just say? If you didn't hear him say that I was then you must be deaf!" I said to him with a scowl,

"Tough like your old brother, I like that," He started getting closer to me and Patrick stepped in between,

"C'mon buddy, leave her alone. She just needs a place to stay for a little while, that's all." Switch stepped away and put his hands in the air acting like he was innocent,

"Who says I was buggin' her? I'm headin' over to buck's, I'll be back by morning." He walked passed us out the doorway, rubbing his shoulder against mine as he walked out,

"Watch where your walking!" He just laughed and kept on walking,

He's gonna be the one to rape you...

The door shut behind him and I let out a sigh that was loud enough to get Patrick's attention.

"Sorry about Switch, he's just a little..." I interrupted him,

"Pushy?" He laughed,

"I was leaning more towards stubborn but pushy works too!" I let myself relax a little and let a small giggle escape my lips. The other two greasers quickly noticed my presence, one of them was around five feet tall with an average build and blonde hair with green eyes. He wasn't smoking but his blade was sticking out of his pocket a little too much for my comfort,

He's gonna kill you...

The blonde greaser stood up and held his hand out for me to shake, I hesitantly took it,

"Hey, the name's Andrew, but you can just call me Drew," When "Drew" talked, I could easily smell the alcohol on his breath.

Now you know why he opted out of cigarettes...

"My names Danielle, but you can just call me Danny," He let go of my hand and pointed to the much shorter and smaller built greaser he was playing poker with. As soon as I saw him the first person I thought about was Johnny. This boy had just plain brown hair but his green eyes seemed to be full of fear, just like Johnny's big, black eyes used to be,

"That's Robyn," Drew leaned closer to my ear, "He doesn't really talk much," Robyn merely looked up at me from his cards and cigarette long enough to wave. I waved back to be polite, but he had already looked away and back at his cards.

Patrick led me over to the couch and sat me down before disappearing into what I'm guessing was the bathroom. I observed Drew and Robyn's game of poker with interest, Dallas had taught me how to play so I understood everything that was going on. Robyn clearly knew how to play a lot better than Drew did, either that or Drew was drunk out of his mind because Robyn won twenty dollars in the quick five minutes Patrick was in the bathroom. I smirked at the kids antics, even though he wouldn't speak to anyone.

Patrick stepped out of the bathroom and tossed me a bandage that I almost didn't catch,

"Put that on, I'm takin' you to get that thing checked out in the mornin'," Robyn turned from his cards and uttered the first words that I heard coming from his mouth.

"What happened to you?" He walked over and sat next to me on the couch and I quickly uttered out my story, the fake one, while wrapping the ace bandage around my arm.

"That's not true, I can tell by the way you were blinking, you were blinking a lot more than when you first walked in here, that's a definite sign of you lying," I was blown away, this kid was smarter than he looked,

"Your pretty smart, how come I haven't seen you around school?" He shuddered at the mention of the word school.

"The socs, I was in a smart math class with them and some other greaser and they never left us alone, I stuck up for myself one day and they jumped me for it, I was the one who got expelled for it, the socs got let off..."

I spent the rest of the night talking to Robyn, he told me about when he lived back in Massachusetts and how he used to have really great parents until they abandoned him. He went through foster homes until he was adopted by his now family in Tulsa. They took okay care of him and never payed him any mind really, except for their older son. He told me their son used him as a human punching back, I flinched when he told me one of his stories about being beaten by that boy. He showed me a few of his bruises and I couldn't help feeling sorry for him. He was too afraid to tell his adoptive parents because he though that the boy would hurt him more. Soon enough, I fell asleep on the couch with the beaten boy beside me on the floor.

(A.N. Sooooo? What do you guys think? Reiview PLEASE!)