The Outsiders Imagines, Preferences and One Shots

Samantha Winston's Love... Quadrilateral?

So I uncovered something... Something that I thought would be a great last thing to post in this book! A long time ago, before Can't Live Without You, before Wattpad, when I first joined the fandom... I wrote this. It's unfinished and unedited, and I read through it once  before posting it here and it's just altogether crappy. So, please roast my writings from age 12 as it would make my life. And if you want to keep in touch, my new account is katyw622 
Love always,
Katy

Chapter 1:
Dally's POV:
I may seem like this big, tough guy, but on the inside I'm really not. There are only two people in the world I truly love, and I love them both more than anything. There are a couple people that I care about, but not as much as Johnny and Sam. Their the reason that I'm still here, that I haven't run away again. I'll admit, I've played around with some girls before, but I've never actually had a girlfriend, or really had feelings for any of them. Samantha Winston is my baby sister and she's 15. The two of us used to live in New York with our mother and abusive father. My mother was amazing, but she died a long time ago. After being without her for so long, Sam and I ran away to Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was 11 at the time, and Sam was 9. That was about 6 years ago. At first we didn't know where to go, but after a month or so of drifting from state to state, we met some people and decided to stay in Tulsa. Those people are the gang, our best friends. There's the Curtis brothers, Darry, Soda and Ponyboy, Steve, Soda's best friend, TwoBit, and Johnny. I'm not really sure why I love Johnny as much as I do. Maybe it's because I know how much he looks up to me. I don't know why, I've been to jail at least six times and I'm only 17. I'm probably not even the best influence in Sam, but I've been trying to be. Now, Sam and I are living at Buck's house. We have separate rooms on our own floor. Buck isn't part of the gang, but I've known him since New York, and he's letting us stay here as long as we need to, and that'll probably be for a while.

Chapter 2
Sam's POV:
My name is Samantha Winston and I'm Dallas Winston's kid sister. That might sound like a bad thing, the big, tough guy's little sister, like he wouldn't care about me, but he does more than anyone else. I don't really know why, I'm not very special. I know he does, though because my one of my earliest memory was when I was 9 years old. Our mom had died the year before and it was hard living without her, especially with the daily beating our father would give me now that she was gone. He never gave them to Dally though, just yelled at him a lot. One day, Dally walked into our house to see me shoved against the wall with my father smacking me across the face repeatedly. I was in tears it hurt so bad, and he was obviously drunk. Dally charged onto him, you could see the rage in his eyes. "Get. OFF OF HER!" He screamed, and tackled our father onto the ground. He was out cold by the time Dallas got up. My brother was only 11 then, so I never really understood how he did that. "Are you ok?" He asked, giving me a hug. I wiped my tears and nodded. "Go pack, we're leaving. I can't let you take this abuse anymore," he told me and I ran into my room to grab the bag of clothes that I've had for months, waiting for this day.

Chapter 3:
"Dal, where are we going?" I asked my older brother. He shrugged. "I don't know. I took the old man's wallet and it has about $200 in it, so that should be enough to catch a train or two and see where it takes us." I was already starting to get a sinking feeling, like this wasn't a good idea. Yeah, my father hurt me a lot. I left the house constantly with bruises, cuts and scrapes, all from him, but I was strong, and I could take it. At the very least he provided us with food and a roof over our heads, two things that we didn't have as of right then. My biggest fear was that someone would catch us, and send us back to our father. But it didn't happen. After a month of scrounging for food, and sleeping in bus stations, we made our way to Tulsa, Oklahoma. We were planning to keep going, but Dally found this kid. His name is Buck Merril and he used to live in New York. He was 14 at the time, living with his parents. They insisted we stay with them, so we did. Buck's 18th birthday present was his parent's moving out. He's 21 now, and it's just him, Dally and I, and also the occasional girl.