A/N: I've been real busy lately, so sorry for not updating. I have self-diagnosed procrastination disease. Well anyways, me and my friend have recently came up with this cute story idea, And yes it is a sister-fic, but it won't go out of hand crazy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the outsiders.

Blue eyes met gold as Kylie and I sat at the broken down bar staring at each other. Her faced wavered a moment then returned to normal. I raised my eyebrow and slowly nodded at her. She squinted at me then cocked her jaw to one side. I traced a crack in the counter top with my finger and did my best Scarlet O'Hara impression. Kylie cocked her eyebrow just like her brother did then shook her head, she wasn't going to get up, I knew even without her saying it. But being the theater baby I am, I loved for the drama of things, so we both sat there staring at each other, neither of us moving a muscle. I'm pretty sure I didn't even blink.

"Girl, this is ridiculous. Just go." I said, setting my virgin margarita down on the coaster. "It's not like you're going to die or something."

Kylie shook her blonde hair and said "Naw, if anyone is going its you."

I laughed, and uncrossed my legs. She can be so stubborn sometimes. "Kyles, it's not my problem it's yours. If this means so much to you, you go do it. I am not going to do this because you're too scared."

She glared at me then sighed and got up from her stool. She straightened out her black bell bottoms and then strutted over to the booth right in front of us. There were about 5 or 6 guys sitting there laughing and fooling around. One of them, the only one I had ever heard of was Dallas Winston, only because he was my brothers friend. Kylie was the type of girl who cared to much about what boys thought of her, so when she saw them sit down, and that they were looking over at us, she asked me to go ask them if they thought she was pretty. I told her that if she wanted to know so bad then she'd have to get on her Barbie heels and go ask 'em herself. So here we were.

She got to the table and flipped her hair over her shoulder, and the boys looked up at her. I didn't hear what she was saying but I could tell she was nervous, just because of how her hands were shaking. One of them laughed and two of them smirked at her. The one who looked like he had been hit too many times in the face with a frying pan said something and Dallas patted his back and smirked. Kyles walked back over to me, red faced and shaking.

"We are never coming here again."

"Good 'cause this margarita sucked."

Xxxxx

Kylies room was small, and cramped and the farthest thing from classy. Her closet was always opened and her clothes all over the place. And her floor was always covered in sheet music and photos. Her house wasn't any better either. Her mom worked all day, came home for 2 hours and slept, then worked a night shift at the most shadiest bar in town. So her house was always a mess, with trash stuffed in every nook and cranny, so the cleanest place was her bed.

She was in her bathroom, which was connected to her room, changing out of her "pretty girl disguise" and into her pink fuzzy pajamas. I was on her bed, messing with my petticoats. After we left the Dingo we headed back to her place. I wanted to stay at her place as long as we could. My house was always crowded and my curfew wasn't for a few more hours, and I went to a different school than Kylie, so the weekends were all we had.

"So, then Angela told Evie that Steve said- Emily are you even listening?" She turned around and placed her hand on her hip, all dramatically.

"Oh, yeah. Angela told Evie that Steve likes you more than her, or something." I shook my dirty blonde curls out of my face and then folded my hands back down in my lap.

Kylie looked at me, then put her brush down and sat on the bed next to me, "Hey, whats up?"

I shook my head and looked more intently at my hands. "Nothing, I just. I don't want to talk about boys right now. I only see you every weekend Kyles. I just want to hang out like we used to"- I looked up at her-"You know?"

She smiled up at me, then stood up real fast, and stuck out her hands, "Come on, I think there's some frosting left in the ice box."

Shaking my curls, I smiled, and sat up, "As long as Keith doesn't get on my case again,"-I winked-" break out them spoons."

Xxxx

The sun had gone down 2 hours ago, so by the time I started home it was freezing cold and pitch black outside. I didn't bring my sweater, and my house was only just down the street so it was a short walk cold, and lonely.

When I came to the old, rickety gate out front my house I saw my eldest brother sitting in my Dad's old chair. He was reading the paper, every once in a while he'd look up and say something probably to one of my brothers or their friends. I made my way up the walk way and into the old house. As I opened the door, they all looked up at me.

"Hey, Hey, Hey look who showed up." Kieth, Kylies brother piped up. He was always trying to be funny, and to get everyone to laugh by putting his two-bits in. Hence his nickname. I think I am the only one besides his mother who called him by his real name. I had crush on him when I was 12. I don't anymore.

My Eldest Brother, Darrel nodded at me as I walked into my room. I didn't want to stay down there too long, and it was getting late anyways. My brothers friends don't like me, or they just don't know what to say around me. IT's like they all just don't want to corrupt me or something so they don't say anything to me. I had to find out through Angela Shepherd that my own littlest brother was jumped by the "socs". I guess I just wish they would talk to me.

I got into my silky pink night dress and brushed my curls, and got into my bed. I laid there for a moment until I heard the familiar sound of light footsteps coming up the stairs. I smiled to myself and he softly opened my door, and laid down next to me. I rolled over to look at his big brown eyes. He smiled nervously and I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his stomach.

My brothers my not talk to me, but Johnny does. And that's okay, because he's all I really care about. If only I could say it him. And my brothers.

I nuzzled into Johnny's old brown shirt and grabbed his hand. His hands were calloused and rough, against my soft hands. I played with his fingers and softly ran my hands through his. He lightly chuckled and I smiled. I looked up at his big, brown eyes and held him closely. He was always way too shy to try anything. It took me months to get him to realize I was flirting, so when I told him I think I love him, he blushed and smiled.

It was only about two weeks ago that he would sneak up into my room and lay with me. Sometimes he'd talk about his father, and sometimes he'd ask me things no one would ever ask, and we talk.

Laying there with Johnny softly petting my cheek, i felt my heart beat faster. And sometime between him softly humming, and holding me closer, I fell asleep.