Who We Are(The Outsiders Fanfiction)

45|"...Everything Is Fine."

<Skyler's POV>

When we make it to Rob's buddy's house he opens the door for me. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke hit me with the force of a train. I inhale it happily and walk inside. In the living room there are five other guys all with cigarette hanging out of their mouths. One guy shouts, "hey you're just in time, who's the broad?"

"Mitch this is Skyler, Skyler this is Mitch, Cam, Louis, Daniel, and Tony," Rob introduces. I stick a cigarette in my mouth and wave. Before I can light the thing Tony comes up to me.

"Allow me," he says flicking out his lighter and lighting the tip of my cancer stick. I thank him casually and then we all sit on the floor in a circle.

"So Mitch, what are we just in time for?" Rob asks, but as far as I can see he was asking for my benefit. Mitch holds up a few syringes full of a thick liquid. I eye it knowingly. I used to do it when I lived in the city after my parents died in the car accident.

"So who's first?" Mitch asks holding up the first needle.

"Me," I say loudly, but with little excitement. Mitch comes closer to me and take me right arm gracefully. He takes the needle and pushes it into my arm, then squeezing the liquid into my veins. I close my eyes and take it all in. This feeling is all so familiar.

I remember telling Dally about it. How when my parents died I got into a lot of drugs. The feeling of the needle in my arm was there at least once a week. "Hey how ya feeling?" Louis asks smirking.

"Free," I whisper so it is barely audible. The rest of them use the other syringes. We all end up completely high on the floor, each of us with cigarettes hanging out of our mouths. Every breath I take of the thick air full of smoke brings me a new sense of satisfaction. I feel the chemicals in my bloodstream making me feel like I'm on thin ice that will never break. Mitch brought in a few cases of beer and we drank them accordingly.

"So how do you like us?" Rob asks. I look at him drunkingly.

"I like your style," I mumble. He laughs and pulls me onto his lap. His lips come to my ear.

"There are a few rooms upstairs, you wanna go?" Rob asks. I nod and he takes my hands. "Mitch invite a shit ton of people over," Rob demands.

"I already did ten minutes ago, they should be here-" the doorbell rings, interrupting Daniel. Cam opens the door and about twenty people walk in.

"We invited other people that should arrive shortly," someone says. Rob and I wait until everyone is at Mitch's and for the music to turn on so they won't hear us. I take Rob's hand and pull him up the stairs and he leads me into a bedroom.

He pushes me onto the bed and then falls on top of me. He has the breath of his last cigarette on his teeth. Then again I do as well. Violently, Rob rips my flannel off and throws it at the floor. My fingers fumble clumsily with his belt. Eventually I get it off and throw it next to my shirt. Now that his belt is off I remove his pants. "Are you on a pill or do I need a rubber?" Rob asks. I haven't been on the pill because Dallas and I always used a condom. I especially didn't take pills because of being pregnant with Tibby. Tibby, my beautiful little girl. I try not to think about how her life will be with separated parents.

"Condom." Rob pulls out a packet and puts it on as I wait, still laying down on the bed. Once he is done I kick off my shoes and he pulls off my jeans. Between sloppy kisses I pull his white t-shirt off.

Rob's lips move to my neck. His breathe on the sensitive skin on my throat sends shivers up my back. I bite my lip in desperation to not make a noise. Rob leaves hot kisses down my neck. By the time his lips connect with mine again there are scorch marks in the form of purple bruises all down the side of my throat.

He helps me remove my bra and it slides graciously off onto the floor with the rest of our clothes. Rob moves his hands to my chest and as he does that I take of his boxers. Sliding my hands down his toned abdomen my hands weave between the grooves of his muscles.

In the next second he's thrown my underwear off and I am clutching onto his back. My nails scratch down his skin, probably leaving thin pink trails. Our hot skin rubs together and my hair gets caught between our lips.

It's weird, being with a different guy. I've been with Dally for a little over a year and the only time I kissed another guy was with Steve and even that was months ago. It's amazing how fast time went by. I'm even finding it hard to remember the details of when I ran after finding out I was pregnant.

When it's over we lay there on the bed breathing heavily. I stand up first and get dressed. "Come on, there are people downstairs, and I'm not drunk enough."

<Dally's POV>

I walk back into my house. I'm not sad, maybe a little angry, but not at all upset. The rest of the gang waits anxiously inside. Chris is no longer in the kitchen or living room. "You fucked up man," Two-Bit says. Darry nods with him slowly.

"Well she is just going to go to a bar get drunk find a guy, fuck him and then probably get high and leave me with Tibby," I say angrily. Ponyboy rolls his eyes at me. "What?" I ask defensively.

"You're making fun of her when you're the one that screwed up," Pony explains. I roll my eyes and grab a beer from the counter. Chris storms out of my bedroom with Josh asleep in her arms. She walks right past me with glancing up at me once and grabs her baby bag. Pony follows next to her. As she heads for the door I shout, "and where are you going?"

"Home," Chris says mindlessly.

"Why because I told the truth?" I yell. Chris stops dead in her tracks, drops the baby back and hands Pony Josh. After that she stomps over to me.

"Because you made fun of your girlfriend like the typical dick you are!" She shouts in my face before slapping my cheek. I can practically feel the pink handprint on my face. My own hand reaches up to where Chris hit me and rubs softly. She takes Josh back and her bag. Darry quickly follows Chris and Pony outside. Steve leaves right after the Curtis's. I look back at Two-Bit and Johnny. Kieth who finally put clothes on pats Johnny's back and then walks out of my house, but not before purposely bumping into me. I look hopefuly at Johnny, but he just lets his head hang and follows everyone else away from me.

I take the beer bottle I'm holding and smash it on the ground while screaming. A soft cry comes from my bedroom and I remember Tibby is still here. I follow her cries into my room and pick the red faced baby out of the crib.

If you wanna see something interesting just look at an asshole greaser trying to stop a screaming baby from crying. I hold Tibby close to my chest and find myself whispering the lyrics to Light My Fire by The Doors. The memory comes rushing to my mind. Skyler was humming the song to Tibby the day I found the bruise on her abdomen. It seemed to keep Tibby calm. Skyler explained later that it was because she played that when she was pregnant with Tibby. As I reach the middle of the song Tibby quiets down and a smile stretches across her face. I smile back at her and place her belly down on my bed. Kneeling at the end of the bed I watch her with the smile still plastered on my face. "I love you, it doesn't seem like it, but I do, I love your mommy too, but we aren't very happy right now, but everything is fine," I say more for my own benefit than hers. I change into sweatpants and climb into bed with Tibby asleep on my chest.

My finger plays with Tibby's puffy bottom lip. She looks so much like Skyler except for her eyes. Where Skyler's eyes are grey, Tibby's are a sharp crystal blue. Like my moms genes are trying to show through, but Skyler has the dominant gene. I don't know if maybe I made a mistake or not. It was a dick thing to say, but it was mostly all truth. Then again Skyler did have a point. She was just trying to be a good mom, and I can imagine it must be hard to try and stay happy for the baby considering her past. In a way I'm proud of her for not self harming herself or anything. She hasn't cut since she learned she was pregnant. And Tibby is six months old. That means it's been over a year. I'm proud of her, but now I've lost her.

A/N kill me