A/N: HELLO! This is my first attempt at a multiple chapter story. I want at least one good review before I post the next chapter. You may also notice a slight similarity to Over the Edge, which was Matt Dillon's first movie! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own the outsiders or Over the Edge.

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The evening sky glowed golden as I walked down the sidewalk. The air was chilling off and I wished I'd grabbed my jacket from the closet at Buck's, but then again, I was glad I didn't. The air felt like millions of ting knives pricking at my arms, and for some reason this made me smile. It was the most set in stone feeling I'd had in 3 days.
I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts, I still didn't like thinking about them, it would be awhile still before it didn't hurt.
As the Curtis brother's house came into view, I took a deep breath.
For the past 3 days, I'd been at Buck's place, trying to sleep off the hangover I'd acquired the night everything went to hell. But I'd woken up at lunch time today and been able to get out of bed for more then just reaching for a beer bottle.
As I climbed the steps, I could see 2 boys watching TV in the living room.
I opened the door and stepped in, rubbing my arms to get them warm again.
"Hello?" I poked my head into the room and looked around. Besides the odd thing here and there, nothing had changed. Then again, what had I expected? A home renovation just because I'd been gone a few days? Not a chance! This place hadn't changed since before Mr. and Mrs. Curtis died.
"Mia?" I came out of my thoughts to see Two- Bit looking up at me from his place in the chair. "Where've ya been the past couple'a days?" I shrugged and sat down beside Steve on the couch.
"Drank a little then slept it off." I said simply. "Besides that nothin'."
"Must'a been some hangover to have needed 3 days to sleep off." Steve said without taking his eyes off the TV screen.
For the first time in days, I focused on what was going on. Buck had, had the small TV behind the bar going all the time, set on the news. I'd had no interest in what was being said about that night. I'd been there, seen it first hand, I didn't need anyone else point of view on the matter; especially if it was the cops talking.
But tonight, I watched with full attention. The weather woman had just finished, and it was now focused on another woman standing in the lot.

"They were there earlier today." Two- Bit said as if he had read my mind. I shushed him as the lady started talking into the camera.

"I'm here in Tulsa, Oklahoma at a vacant lot where a young man had been gunned down by police 3 days ago. 18 year old, Dallas Winston robbed a local convenience store at approximately 11 o'clock pm Saturday night. Local police chased after him until he stopped here and drew a gun. The police told him to drop the gun, or they would shot

"We yelled for him to stop and drop the gun." I recognized the cop talking, he was always around when Dally and I got hauled in. "But he wouldn't' listen. We had no choice but to open fire." I snorted. They had certainly tried hard to get him to drop it. "It was released today that that Mr. Winston took 7 shots, all to the chest. Police have also released that they'd discovered that the gun was not loaded at the time of the shooting. Dallas Winston was pronounced dead at the scene. I'm Sandra Smith reporting from Tulsa, Oklahoma. Have a good evening." The TV screen went black and I looked over to see that Two- Bit had shut it off, but was still starring at the screen.

"7 shots…" I looked over at Steve who was also starring at the black screen.

"You didn't know that already?" I asked. They both shook their heads.

"We went down yesterday. Just Steve and me, to see if we could get anything out of them." Two- Bit said. "But they wouldn't tell us anything. They said that only parents, other family members and wives get the stuff." I snorted.

"Dally's parents don't care, you guys were his family and wife, puss, wasn't going to EVER happen." Two- Bit's face only managed to smile a little.

"We said that to'em. But they still wouldn't tell us anything. But they did say that you could get it. Girlfriend's are apparently under the wives category." Steve said as he stood up and stretched. "I gotta go. I need some sleep. You stickin' around, Mia?" I nodded my head.

"Yea, I want to see the others. Might just spend the night, too. I don't feel like going back to Buck's tonight." Steve nodded.

"Comin', Two- Bit?" He asked as he walked to the door.

"Yea." Two- Bit got up from his spot in the chair and grabbed his jacket off the back of it. "See ya tomorrow, Mia." He called as he walked out of the living room.

"Later, Two." I called back as I sat on the couch. I watched the boys leave and turned back to stare at the TV. 7 bullets. I smirked. Dally'd always liked the number 7.