Just His Type (Outsiders FF/ Dallas Winston FF)

I sat in the office of the police officer. He was going over my parents will, seeing if he can find someone to place me with. I doubt it would say anything about that, and I will be put into a foster home.

"Well, it says here, your new guardian is, Darrel Curtis" the officer announced. "And, you will get your parents money and your brother's money, also." I nodded. "I'll send you to your house, and pack your things. There will be a police officer there tomorrow morning, to escort you to the train station."

"Okay" I replied. The office stood up, and so did I. He led me out the door and to his car. I opened the door and got in. Through out the whole ride to my house, it was quiet. Dead silence.

I thought about what happened only a week ago. My parents decided to go bring us some burgers, while I stayed in the house. I waited for hours and hours, until the house phone rang. It was a police officer, saying that my parents and brother were in a major car accident. I rushed to hospital, in time to hear their last words. My brother told me that he'll be watching over me. I didn't shed a tear. My mom told me to be brave. And my dad said that he'll always be there.

The officer pulled up to my house, where I got out, and walked inside the safety of my home. I locked the door, and let myself fall on couch.

For a moment, I cried my eyes out, non stop. Until, It was almost midnight, and I knew I had to start packing. I got all my cloths and my moms. I took my brother's pictures and his leather jacket. My dad's favorite ring and some pictures too. Okay, I took every picture of them there was in this house. I knew I had to leave some stuff behind.

~*~

Just like the officer said, there was a cop outside, waiting to take me to the train station. I got my ticket, before walking out the door, and getting into the car.

"I'm going to need the key to the house, miss" the cop said. I handed him the house key, before we drove off. The only things I left behind, were the furniture, cups, plates, stuff like that. I couldn't even leave my mom's pencils behind. I wanted to feel like she was still with me. But taking the stuff that belonged to her, wasn't really helping me much. All together, I had over 7 bags. 

Once at the train station, I got out, and walked over to the train.

"Ticket please?" I handed it to him, then got on, and sat down. As always, I had to sit next to the window. It was going to take a few days before I arrive in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Curtis family, here I come.

~*~

I got off the train, and stepped into the warm, summer day. I, somehow, managed to take all my bags down at once, and carried them over to a bench, where I sat and waited for the Curtis brothers. Everything seemed calm, and perfect. But nothing was, absolutely nothing. I lost my family and had to move over here. I wish They were still with me.

I remember how my brother would always mess with me and tease me. But, there were also those times when he would comfort me during thunderstorms. He would be the only to do so. He was a one-of-a-kind brother. There's probably not another one like him. He was special to me. My best friend.

Now, my parents. They always looked out for me, even though they were a bit too over protective. But, that's because they loved me too much to loose me. I remember how mom and I would have our movie nights. She was someone I could talk to, when I needed to. There's not a single time when she was not there, when I needed her. And my dad. My dad and I would sometimes try our luck in cooking, but we never did anything right. Together, we would jack up lunch, every time.

It was then, that I realize that I was crying. I want my family back with me. I want to feel my brother's hugs, see my mom's reassuring eyes, hear my dad's laugh. I miss it all. The good times we had.

"Jasmine!" I turned my attention to the person who called out my name. Darrel Curtis. I got up, and quickly began to wipe away my tears. He walked up to me with a smile. "It's been years since I last saw you, I'm really sorry about what happened" he said.

"It's alright, they're in a better place now" I replied, holding back my tears. He looked at me, sympathy showing in his eyes.

"Well, why don't I help you with your bags" he said, changing the subject. I nodded as he grabbed half of them, and I got the other half. After we put them in the trunk of his red truck, I got in, and we drove off.

I looked out the window during the whole ride. It was quiet. Neither of us said anything. I didn't want to talk. My parents and brother were the ones who knew them, not me. Plus, I'm always shy at first, it's the way I am.

"You know, we already set up your room" Darrel said, breaking the silence.

"I-I get my own room?"

"Yupp, I'll be sharing with my other two brothers" he replied. Three guys, in one bed? Will they even fit?

"I- I don't mind sharing the room" I said in a low voice.

"Are you sure, cause I don't want you to feel uncomfortable" he replied. I nodded.

"I'm sure, I used to share a room with my brother" I stated.

"Well, if it's okay with you, you can share with Sodapop, he's about your age" he responded.

"Okay" I said. "But, who's Sodapop?"

"He's my kid brother, about to turn 17" he replied.

"Oh" I said.

"Yea, and, you'll get to meet our gang" Darrel added.

"You have a gang?" He nodded.

"First is, Two-Bit Matthews. His real name is Keith, but we gave him the nick name because he always has to get his two bits worth in" he explained. I chuckled. "Then, it's Steve Randle. He's 17 years old, but sometimes acts like 7. He's cocky and smart, and specializes in cars. He can life a hubcap quicker and quieter than anybody else."

"I'm thinking this guy it very devious" I joked.

"Trust me, he is. Then, it's Dallas Winston. He's 17, going on 18. He's known for getting into a bunch of fights. He's got quite a reputation. Better if you steer clear of him. And last, but not least, Johnny Cade. Johnnycakes is like our little brother. He's the quiet and shy type, not very smart though. But he's a good fighter. Nice to have around when having a rumble. He's Pony's best friend" he said.

"Pony? Who's Pony?"

"Oh, I guess I forgot him. Ponyboy's my youngest brother, at 14. He's quiet and shy too, but very smart. He just doesn't think outside of school. I mean, I want what's best for him, but I think I push him too hard" he responded.

"Oh" I replied.

"Yea, but I bet you'll like him. He's easy to get along with" he said. I nodded.

"Do you think I'll fit in with y'all?"

"Shoot, of course you will. You'll fit in just perfect" he replied with a smile.

A/N

Hey guys, new story, hope y'all like it :D It's dedicated to my loyal fan, Brenda1240 because she's the one who gave me the idea. Comment, fan, and/or vote please.
Is this a keep? Or a diss?