'Can I have some?' He said, grinning.īuck was having a party, and you were planning on hanging out with your friends the gang, or so you thought. His eyes just widened, and he laughed that booming laugh you tried oh-so-hard to impersonate. 'Hi, Two-Bit,' You hiccuped, holding the bottle loosely in your hands. 'Y/N, open up!' You heard his voice from outside, and you skipped over to the door so you can open it. 'Hi, I'm Two-Bit and I love to drink beer!' You impersonated him, finishing with a booming laugh similar to his. 'Bottles are weird.' You laughed, taking another swig of the drink. You were giggling like crazy, staring at the bottle of beer in your hand. You only hiccuped in response, never getting the chance to answer properly. 'You're drunk, aren't you?' He asked, chuckling. You bumped into your best friend, Ponyboy, who caught you so you wouldn't fall. You kept hiccuping the whole night through and nearly tripping on your own two feet. You were a lightweight drunk, so you got drunk really easily. You just had a glass of champagne to celebrate with your friends and family. It was a New Year's Eve party, but you didn't drink regularly. 'Mom and Dad are dead.' I said darkly looking down.Preference #23: He sees you drinking, or he finds you drunk. 'Duh,' I let part of the real me shine through. 'We should get along, so.what happened?' He finally asked, hadn't the cops or social worker told him? 'Just get me a place to stay, and you can drop me off there okay?' I smirked, and he smiled a little my way. 'You don't.' I snapped in my bad girl 'tude. 'And why do I gotta take care of you?' He asked once we got in the car. Uh! I was trying so hard to get in the bad girl type mood. 'I'll check in with you later Mr.Winston.' Cassey said, then hopped in her car and drove away. He and the social worker signed papers for me to be handed over, and I leaned against his car with my shades on. 'So, your Dallas Winston?' My brother nodded a yeah, and rolled his eyes a little. 'cause when I seen my brother, he was so bad boy wasn't funny.my brother is a hood! A Greaser, and I'm a Greaser, but dang! Dallas is a Greaser! I'd have to play it up around my brother.how ever he acted, that's how I'd act. I looked up just on time to see a faded giant green sign that read, 'Welcome to Tulsa!' I smiled a little knowing I'd have at least one family member. 'Yeah, real bad dreams.more like nightmares.' I informed. 'Your alright dear, bad dreams?' She gave a light laugh. 'No!' I woke screaming, and Cassey patted my shoulder.

I looked up finding a dark cloaked figure and me being hung from the ceiling. 'It's your fault.' a raspy voice taunted me. Laughing, and crawling at me, reaching as if they wanted me to help them, but they didn't want my help, My parent's dead corpses lay in the living room.

The trip to Tulsa was long, and I slept most of it. They kept saying it wasn't my fault, but it felt so wrong.my parents were gone. The cops, and a nice social worker named Cassey helped me get my clothes, and other things I'd need. I cried, and reilized how mean I'd acted when they yell at me.

'Tulsa, Oklahoma.' I informed, they then hauled my parents out in body bags. 'Where's he live at?' They asked, I turned pale. I have no idea how my brother is, but it's better then being killed the next time someone brakes in my house. 'There's only one person I know of.Dallas Winston, my brother.' I replied. They asked if I had any other family I could stay with. I couldn't see my parents like that, it was so gross. My parent's lay slaughtered in the living room, blood still oozing out of them, and a thretning note to me on the fridge. I called the cops, and waited in my room. 'Mom? Dad?' I asked and then walking into the living room, I was shocked, I ran to the phone, but stopped and my supper from last night was on the floor. I brushed my teeth and then walked out and expected to smell breakfast, but I didn't. I can't wait to get out of here though, I walked to the bathroom and washed my face. I frowned, I wanted my brother back, but him and dad would just fight all the time, and as for me.when I turn seventeen they could care less, but right now.I'm only sixteen. My brother Dallas still wasn't home live in New York and he lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma. My mother and father were getting along, because I didn't hear fighting. I woke up, and stretched, I was just crawling from my bed and I was happy this morning. Note: I love playing Dally's little sister, and yes.it's a love story with her and one of the gang.

Dally winston laugh