<Chris's POV>
New Years

"LADIES AND FUCKING GENTLEMEN GET READY FOR THE BEST NEW YEARS OF YOUR LIVES YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF SHIT!" Lena yells drunk from the stage. People scream in response. The whole gang met up at this new bar on New Years. I never thought it would be this crowded and out of hand. My expectations were that we would drink, dance a bit, cheer at midnight then go home but this is something entirely new. A wild band blasting amped up music on a stage to the left of the bar full of drinks and a small tv. Also a clock telling how long till the new year. Crazed young people getting drunk and enjoying their time with friends and family. Smokers dotted here and there. Of course none of our gang is smoking out of respect for Skyler. Lena got a hold of some drugs and she did not hesitate for a second. Skyler and I are painfully sober drinking our Coke and dancing. Steve has been watching Lena dance on the stage with the band members for an unhealthy amount of time. He has a look of jealously on his face but he doesn't acknowledge it. Although I'm sure if someone gets to handsy he will intrude in a second.

Soda grabs my waist and pulls me to his side. I look at him surprised and smiling. "Come on Mrs. Curtis," he says seductively. He has definitely had at least a few shots. I let his hands guide me into the crowds of dancing people. Sweat dripping off their faces and adrenaline running through their veins. I jump with the crowd while running my hands through my hair. Bumping into people almost constantly, but not caring.

Everything begins to move in slow motion. Slow enough for me to see Dallas lean in and kiss Skyler passionately. Slow enough for me to finally see Steve jump on the stage and go at one of the guys who was dancing with Lena. Slow enough were the music all fades together. Slow enough were I can see Soda gaze deep into my eyes with longing. His pupils small and blue eyes bright in the dim light. Someone bumps into my back and I am pushed into Soda's chest. We don't loose eye contact as Soda holds my hips to his. My lips purse and he bites his bottom lip, causing it to become lighter.

A scream makes everything go back into focus. Soda and I look quickly to the stage and see Lena pushing a guy off of her. He is trying to grind on her I think. Being in the military gave her muscle and she doesn't hesitate to use it. She spins around and grabs his shirt. Lena picks up the guy a little bit off the ground and then slams him on the floor of the stage. The band stops playing. Some off the other band members leave their positions and go after Lena. Soda and I begin to trudge through the shocked crowd. Dallas and Skyler follow behind us. I also see Darry pushing through the people.

The drummer of the band slaps Lena across the face. She falls to the floor in a heap of black clothing. Steve reaches the top of the stage and rears back his arm. With a white knuckled fist, Steve's hand makes contact with the drummers jaw. I hear a crack of bone against bone and then the drummer falling to the ground. When Steve starts to go towards the other band members Soda and Dally jump on the stage. The two boys hold back Steve by his arms. His jaw is clenched in rage and his face is red. Steve's eyes are like angry pits of fire. The other two boys pull Steve right out of the bar as he shouts foul mouth words at the band. I see Skyler helping Lena up of the stage. She practically peels her off the floor. The rest of our gang follows Soda, Dally, and Steve out. Lena is relying on Skyler and I to hold her up. Between the alcohol, her heels, and the blow to the face I'm surprised she is even standing at all. When we make it outside Skyler looks to Dally. "We forgot our bags." Dallas nods and runs inside leaving Soda and Darry to stop Steve from running back inside and tearing the band apart. Two emerges from the bar.

"I go to the bathroom for five minutes and this happens," he says jokingly. I shake my head at him signaling that it's not the time and he just shrugs. Typical. The doors to the bar are opened again and the entire band emerges from inside. One of them is holding their guitar raised. Skyler and I pull Lena out of the oncoming fight. The four boys ready themselves as they are outnumbered by two. They go for Soda, Darry, and Two-Bit first. Soda is the first to go down. He takes a hard blow from the guitar to his temple. His body is unconscious on the ground. Darry gets a few punches in before the drummer takes his stick and hits him in the head like a baseball bat against the ball. Darry goes down after another punch to the head. Two-Bit goes down when the guitar hits him in the stomach and one of the singers punches him in the face. Two of the guys take Steve and hold him up by his forearms as another guy begins to punch him in the gut. After each punch Steve seems to fade more and more. Lena screams and rives around in our arms. We do not let her go though. She can barely stand, never mind fight.

Right when I am about to intervene Dallas comes sprinting out of the bar. He drops the bags and goes at the band. Running on adrenaline, Dallas takes two of the guys and slams their heads together. Four guys to go. Dallas swipes the guitarists instrument and knocks him out with it, then the drummer, a singer, then goes down the key board player. It all happened so fast I barely remember any of it. Dally looks down at the band members who are writhing around in pain on the ground. "Touch my friends again and I'll blind you." Skyler and I finally let Lena scurry to Steve who is heaving on his hands and knees on the street. Skyler goes to Dally who has sweat dripping from his nose. I go to Soda who is still on the ground and attempt to wake him up. Eventually he comes to and visibly relaxes.

"Did I beat him?" He says sarcastically. I laugh with a few tears dripping down my face.

"Oh yeah Curtis," I say just as sarcastic as him and then kiss him.

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<Skyler's POV>

After the fight we retreated back to the Curtis's for a few drinks and some rest. An interesting mix. Hello I Love You by The Doors is playing at a soft hum from the radio. Lena and Steve are dancing calmly with Steve and his freshly patched up face. Soda and Chris are sharing a chair. Pony and Johnny are leaning against the wall talking to Darry. Two-Bit is asleep on the coffee table letting out quiet snores. His head supported by a small throw pillow. I see Josh at Pony's feet but I don't see Tibby anywhere.

Dallas is laying on his back across the couch. All six feet of him squishing the cushions. Not counting the half of his calves and his feet that hang over the couch that is to short. He hums lamely along with the music. I fling myself over the couch so we are laying chest to chest, face to face. "Hello Skyler Elizabeth," he mumbles. His hand goes to my abdomen and he rubs his hand across the small bump. "Hello my unborn children," he says. I smile at him.

"Aiden and Shai," I correct him. He smiles and continues to him with his eyes closed as he feels my baby bump with soft gentle motions. I sing the song lyrics into his ear and close my eyes as well as everyone else dances and drinks calmly around the living room. Tibby is around here somewhere probably sleeping.

After a little I place my own hand on Dallas's. His hand is much warmer than mine. My eyes pop open and I bring his hand to my face. I look at it with squinted eyes. His knuckles are still split with a mixture of dry and fresh blood. I frown at him. "You really got 'em huh?" Dallas nods.

"I wasn't kidding, I'd blind those bastards if they touched Steve or Soda again, especially if they got anywhere near you," he explains. I smile.

"I can take care of myself," I tell him.

"I know," Dallas confirms, smirking. I bring his hand to my lips and kiss the back of it softly. He ends up opening his palm and stroking my cheek. Warmth spreads throughout my skin despite my thin clothing. Dallas whisper the lyrics to me quietly again. "Hello I love you, won't you tell me your name?" I giggle to myself. How ironic is that?

"Where the hell is my shirt?" I ask frantically.

"On the side walk," Dally says. I sigh and take out a cigarette from my pocket. Before I can even light the damn thing the one who looks like the oldest here yells at me.

"On the porch, no smoking in the house!" I grunt attempting to get up. Dally helps me up because my leg refuses to work. I allow Dally to lead me to the porch. We sit down on the steps and Dally takes out a cigarette too.

"Don't mind Darry, he's a bit of a grump," he says. I ignore him. "So what's your name?" I debate whether or not to tell him. I decide that no harm can come from telling a guy your name.

"Skyler." My voice comes out plain, with its usual emotionless, tough tone.

"Just Skyler?" Dally asks. I groan in annoyance.

"Ugh! My name is Skyler Elizabeth and I'm not telling you my last name," I yell in annoyance. He begs for my last name, but I refuse to give it to him. In return, Dally puts his mouth up close to my ear.

"How can I find out more about you?" He asks, his hot breath making my freeze.

"Each time you see me I'll tell you something more, but you won't see me a lot, goodbye Dallas Winston," I say slowly getting up, my ankle screaming in pain.

"Wait," he says, grabbing my wrist, "don't you want to know about me?"

"Maybe."

I look into Dally's eyes and wonder how even his eyes look older. How is that possible? We have matured. I am a mom, he is a dad. I can love now. I got a sister in law. Dallas got a job. Chris got married. Steve fell in love. Soda survived a bomb. Darry survived being a parent to his brothers. Johnny survived high school. Two-Bit stayed in school. Lena found friends. Tibby was gifted with a cousin. Pony stayed gold.

That maybe turned into a life of adventures... together.

A/N the end

JUST KIDDING HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Did I get ya?!?! Ha comment here if I got ya! Hahaha! Fuck endings this thing is no where near finished bitch. Hahaha try to end this story and I'll end you... No joke.

Anyways I love you my spoons.

Stay gold💛

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