AN: Hey everyone! I'm just warning you now, everyone will most likely be really OOC and it won't be very 60's ish... Cuz I have no idea how to write that. I'm only warning you once though! Okay, so this is my first story so everyone please be nice!

Dally: I'm never nice, man.

Me: Well you are to your little sister. Too bad Tim Shepherd and Two-Bit are hitting on her...

Tim Shephard: But she's going to end up mine, right?

Two-Bit: No way! Everyone knows girls dig funny guys.

Tim Shephard: As if we all know they like bad boys better!

Dally: YOU TWO ARE HITTING ON MY LITTLE SISTER?

Me: Suck it up Dally!

Dally: Man, and I thought I could trust them...

Tim Shephard: Well call it payback for slashing my tires.

Dally: I didn't slash them man!

Me: All of you, STOP BICKERING! OK, these are everyone's ages:

Dallas(Dally) Winston: 19

Denver(Devi) Winston: 17(My OC)

Darrel(Darry) Curtis: 21

Sodapop Curtis: 17

Ponyboy Curtis: 15

Johnny Cade: 17

Steve Randle: 17

Two-Bit Mathews: 18

Tim Shephard: 18

Now without further ado, on with the story!

Devi POV

"Devi, wait!" Dally called from behind me.

"No, go away! You dragged me here to Tulsa but I want to go back to New York! I had friends and even a boyfriend there! So why'd you have to take me away?" I yelled, turning around to face Dally. The spark of anger his eyes vanished when he saw how angry and confused I was.

"I'm sorry Devi, you can make new friends here. But I know that our aunt and uncle were hitting you. I had to make you come back. I couldn't just stand by while my little sister was abused by her relatives, man." Dally desperately replied. I sighed, knowing that he was speaking the truth.

"Alright, but I'm going to take a walk to cool down. You're still not forgiven," I warned, walking away. Oh, by the way, I'm Denver Winston, but everyone calls me Devi. As you might have guessed, I'm the famous Dallas Winston's little sister. Just like my brother, I have blonde hair, but it's more of a platinum blonde. My hair is extremely straight and waist-length. I also have ice-blue eyes like Dally, we look a lot alike. I'm also quite tall for a 17 year old, Dally's only 2 inches taller than me.

But enough of what I look like. You're probably wondering what that whole fight back there was.

You see, Dally and I used to live in New York with our parents, actually happy. But then they started drinking, and when I say drinking, I mean HEAVY drinking. They started to pick on me and hit me, then when I was 14 they just left me with my aunt and uncle and left with Dally. Turns out they were just as abusive, if not more than my parents. I ended up staying at a friends house most of the time so I didn't have to deal with my aunt and uncle.

Then, Dally came. A few days ago he just randomly brought me to Tulsa, and I was pissed, so our argument started. Which brings me back to the present as I'm taking a walk to cool down. I just walked for a while, then I felt the sensation that I was being followed. Slowly turning around, I spotted a mustang trailing me. It kept getting closer and closer so, like any sensible person, I ran.

The mustang's engine revved up and I quickened my pace, racing through the streets. I was a pretty fast runner too, and I was almost ahead of the car when I made a wrong turn into a alley. Stopping, I whirled around to see the mustang block off the entrance out of the alley; I was trapped. Four guys that looked around my age, maybe a little older stepped out of the car and started towards me.

They all wore madras shirts and fancy trousers and had clean looking hair; but they carried blades and had evil-looking smirks on their faces. One guy stepped up and looked me over.

"What's a pretty little girl like you walking around all alone?" The lead guy sneered.

"Well," I started, "I'm just taking a walk. So if you'll get out of the way I'd like to continue that" I tried to push past them, but Mr. Big-shot held me back.

"Nah, I think we'll have to give you a little makeover. It's dangerous being so pretty. Get her!" He shouted as I bolted away. They got a head start, though, and had me pinned to the ground in 10 seconds flat. I lashed out and punched one of the guys in the face.

Bitch!" He yelled, kicking my ankle. HARD. There was a crunch, and I screamed. I think he just broke my ankle! Mr. Big-shot laughed, and drew his switchblade. He slowly walked towards me, circling like a cat stalking a mouse, and suddenly pounced on me. He used the switchblade to carve a giant gash from my elbow to my wrist, then made a few cuts on my face.

All the while I was screaming my head off and the other guys were beating me up and trying to keep me quiet.

Until a figure appeared in the alley entrance.

"I never thought that you Socs would stoop so low as to jump a girl. You'd better scram, the rest of the gang are waiting outside." The person standing in the entrance to the alley said. Socs? What were those? I couldn't comprehend what happened next, my head was fuzzy from the loss of blood due to the cut in my arm, but I was sure that I was on the verge of passing out. Next thing I knew the 'Socs' were gone, and my savior was shaking me to keep me conscious.

"Hey kid, don't faint on me now. Where are you from? You need to go home and get those wounds tended to." He stated.

"D-Dally... Dal-Dallas Winston...My b-brother... Bring me t-to him..." I weakly replied.

"Dally has a sister? Crap crap crap... He'll kill me when he sees her like this..."The world was spinning as he muttered a string of curses and picked me up. I felt safe enough with this stranger, he knew Dally, so I let myself drift off into unconsciousness.

Tim POV

I was just walking with a few gang members, when I heard faint screaming from an alley. Motioning for the gang to stay back, I walked forward, then almost stopped in my tracks.

There were 4 Socs beating the crap out of a girl. She had platinum blonde hair and ice-blue eyes, though I thought she looked pretty, beautiful, even. But there was the lead soc, and he had a switchblade, he'd already made a nasty-looking cut on her arm, and some smaller cuts on her face. Anger surged in me. How dare the Socs stoop so low as to jump a defenseless girl?

"I never thought that you Socs would stoop so low as to jump a girl. You'd better scram, the rest of the gang are waiting outside." I said steely, glaring at the Socs intensely. They looked one look at my face and fled, leaving the girl battered and bloody. She looked like she was about to faint from the gash in her arm. I hurried over to her and started to shake her.

"Hey kid, don't faint on me now. Where are you from? You need to go home and get those wounds tended to." I stated. She looked really bad.

"D-Dally... Dal-Dallas Winston...My b-brother... Bring me t-to him..." She weakly replied.

I let out a string of curses. Dally would kill me when he saw that his little sister was jumped. I didn't even know that he had one. Hurriedly picking her up, I started running for the Curtis's house. Dally was always there. I looked down at his sister in my arms. She barely weighed anything, despite being taller than the average girl. I quickly sprinted to the Curtis's house to find Ponyboy sitting on the front porch reading a book.

"Ponyboy! Is Dally here?" I asked urgently. Ponyboy just nodded his head, staring with wide eyes at the girl's wounds. I ran inside and slammed the door after me. "Dally! Come here now!" I shouted, stopping in the living room. Dally walked out of the kitchen. "God dammit Tim, what is-" He stopped in his tracks, then ran towards me with the most anger I've ever seen from him in his eyes. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER? What did you do to my baby sister?" He screamed, charging at me. I dodged, then started to explain.

"Dally it wasn't me! She was being jumped by Socs and I was walking by so I saved her then she told me that you were her brother and fainted so I brought her here knowing that this is where you'd be I swear I didn't do anything! But she's cut up real bad so stop and get Darry or someone to help heal her!" Dally calmed down, then rushed away to find the first-aid emergency kit and phone to call Darry. I set the girl down on the couch and started pacing, just for lack of anything better to do.

Dally quickly came back with the first- aid kit and phone in hand.

"Yes, she's my sister, and she's in critical condition... GOD DAMMIT DARRY IM NO GOOD WITH THIS STUFF I NEED YOU HERE RIGHT NOW TO HELP MY SISTER! You're on your way home? Get here soon man!" He hung up, then looked at me. How is she, man?" Asked Dally, walking over to his sister. He stroked her cheek and sighed. "Devi, Devi, Devi, if only I hadn't let you go alone like that." Devi? That was his sisters name?

"Devi? Is that her name?" I asked. Dally ripped his gaze from 'Devi' and turned to face me.

"Nah, her name is Denver, man, but everyone calls her Devi. She's only 17, my kid sister. " Dally replied. He looked at her forlornly.

"Why wasn't she ever around?" I asked. Why was I so interested about this girl? Probably just because she's the little sister of Dallas Winston, I thought.

"She was abused by my parents and they left her with my even more abusive aunt and uncle when we moved to Tulsa. I couldn't let her suffer any longer so I brought her here. Today was her first day in Tulsa and I didn't know she was going to storm out on me like that, man. She took a walk and got jumped..." Dallys voice faded.

Suddenly, Darry burst through the door. He took one look at Devi and rushed for the first-aid kit.

"Dally it would've helped if you told me that she had a still-bleeding gash on het arm from the elbow to wrist!" Darry muttered as he grabbed the antiseptic and a few cotton balls. Devil let out a shreik of pain as Darry touched the antiseptic cotton ball to a cut on her face.

"Stop it man your hurting her!" Dally yelled. Darry just shook his head and said,

"It'll hurt a lot worse if the cut gets infected. This might sting but it's worth it." Dally grudgingly let Darry swab Devi's face with the cotton ball and her shrieks died down to shimmers of pain.

I pittied the girl, I'd been in enough fights to know that antiseptic had one he'll of a sting. Devi seemed to quiet down after that,and by the time Darry was wrapping up her arm all that could be heard was her soft breathing. I sat down on the other couch and was watching Devi incase she woke up when Steve, Sodapop, and Two-Bit all came in, slamming the door behind them like usual.

"Hey Tim, how's it-WHOA who's the girl?" Two-Bit asked, always the first to speak. The slam of the door closing seemed to wake Devi up, because she groggily opened her eyes and looked around.

"Where am I, and who are you?"

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Stay gold,

~ForTheLoveOfDally