A/N: Ok, I have another new story out, and my muse, again, decided to distract me from that goal to achieve this one. So here goes! But this story is a cooperation 'tween me and my friends.
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[Dally's POV
'Man, if there ever was a time to not have something big happen it would be now. Well, besides not happening now, this would be in that 'please oh please you God almighty don't let this ever happen to me' list. But I don't believe in God, so...I suppose that list applies to just about everyone but me. Because, lucky me, I just got landed with practically the first thing on my nonexistent list.
'Don't fall in love with any of the gang.
'Cause that aint tuff. Too late! If I were Two-Bit, or something, I'd be making a joke to get my mind off of this. Or get stone drunk. I guess either works. But not really, 'cause you remember in the morning and you get a mighty hangover too. And the joke ends pretty quick. So, I guess I'm stuck with it for a while. Yippie doo da.'
"Hey, Winston," A voice behind me calls. I'mma guess its Curly. I turned around, and hey, at least my guessing was right. But what dumbass won't know that that gruff, low voice is Curly's. I dipped my head quickly.
"Curly,"
He sneered, "Since when you been calling me Curly?"
"Since now."
"Why?"
"'Cause, you fool." He rolled his eyes at me. Just in case you wondering, it ain't him. It'd never be Curly, he's my best mate outside of the gang. I'll keep you wondering. Well, for a while at least.
"'Cause why?"
"Honestly Shepard, you make me want to smack you twenty times over."
"Well, ain't that just the tuffest thing I ever heard." He said grinning at me.
"Yeah, ain't it?" I said, a smile playing about my lips.
"Hell, Dallas, I ain't used to you smiling." I stopped smiling.
"Who's smiling?"
"Nobody."
"That's what I thought." He just looked at me, shaking his head. He was close to laughing. I looked at my watch, and I gave a yelp of surprise. 3:30! I had to be at the lot by the Curtis' house.
"I gotta run Shepard. See ya!"
"See ya Dal."
As I ran I kept thinking. 'Well, hell, what's it to anybody if Dallas likes someone.' I gulped. 'It was a lot to people, actually, especially if it's tough old Dally.' And that wasn't the least of it, "What if they find out who it is? They'll laugh. I'd be branded for life!" It took honestly forever to get from the gas station to the lot where the guys were.
"Hey it's Dallas!"
"Quick man, before I die already."
"I call he's on our team!" There were so many voices my poor old head could keep track. Buts that's alright, I guess. It didn't matter when us guys were all playing ball.
"Come on you stupid hood." Pony said, smiling wickedly. I smacked him over the head.
"That was uncalled for," he said frowning, rubbing a hand over where I hit him.
"Yea, well so were you." I retorted, snorting to myself. Honesly, that was a pretty bad comeback.
"Real nice Dal." My heart leapt up to my mouth at his voice. Nice and deep. Low and smooth. I got a real happy, distant smile on my face.
"You ok bud?"
"Uh, yeah Soda." Ok, well at this point, you may be thinking. What? Soda and, Dallas freaking Winston? No, that would never happen. Not even in a hundred million eons, or whatever Pony calls 'em. Warm hearted, laughing, fun, smiling Sodapop, and cold, hard, mean, Winston, a real hood. I guess I got that weird gaze on my face again because everyone was looking at me like...well, all weird like.
"What?"
"You sure you ok Winston?" Two-Bit said, looking first at Soda, then back at me questioningly.
"Yea, Keith." He reeled at that one. I smiled real big, but I didn't let it go to my eyes; they stayed cold. I hoped that sly boy didn't figure nothing out yet.
"Why are we are staring at me googly-eyed like? Lets play!" I said, putting enthusiasm in my voice. I actually like playing with the gang, they got real competitive, not that I was complaining or anything, and we fair beat each other up. It was maddeningly fun.
My team was good. Not that we hadn't all been on a different team, but we had figured out who we best played with and usually stuck with them. It was me, Two-Bit, Pony and Soda against Steve, Johnny, Darry. Darry really counted as just about three people because he actually knew how to play. And he played good. But that ain't the point now, is it. I loved his brother; that was the problem.
During the whole game, and we won by the way, I think that I ended up staring at Soda. I don't kid ya. My game was definitely worse today, and everyone noticed, especially Two-Bit; he never missed anything. But no one thought that Soda would be the reason of my bad game. 'I should hold my emotions in better from now on,' a voice in my head told me.
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"Hey stupid. Hey hood, come over here, Winston."
"What, Two-Bit?" I said, waving my arms exasperatedly, "What is it now. Huh?"
"Dally, chill man. Your game was bad today," he cocked an eyebrow, "What was up with you. It's a good thing that everyone was so interested in the football game, because I noticed, I always notice-"
"Noticed what?"
"Let me finish Dal. I noticed that you couldn't keep your eyes off of a certain somebody." He said with a wicked smile.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about Two-Bit." I said, avoiding his eyes, knowing he was right, but I decided, hey, why not just try and lie out of it. It didn't work.
"Dally. Bud, I know that's a lie. Can you tell me why every time he would talk to you about the game plan you would nod at him and keep nodding and smiling, even after you guys was in the line up? Honestly, way to be painfully obvious. You're lucky that the next smartest person here is Pony. And he's more scared of you than he is of hell, so he ain't gonna say anything if he finds out."
"What are you now, stalking me, hood?"
"Way for the teacup to speak to the kettle."
"Who says that kind of things? Man, Two-Bit, the Socs catch you saying shit like that they'll...well, I don't really know. You been watching too much Mickey Mouse." I said, shouldering past him and into Buck's. I left him silently laughing to himself with his arms crossed and his face in a pleasant scowl.
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[Two-Bits POV
Man, good old Winston. Trust him to break rule number practically one on that 'list' of his. I know it because bright old Dally wrote the list down. I'm not even kidding. Right where every one can find it. Of course, not everyone as bright as me. And earlier today, when we'd been playing ball, he'd been so blatantly staring that a fool, not that I'm calling the gang fools, could have figured it out.
I watched Dallas go into Buck's, and I uncrossed my arms, and shaking my head I walked away. I looked both ways when crossing the street, a habit, I swear, and once back, another habit, but for different police lookout habits. I saw a sight that would make my day for a couple days. Soda was standing, his back against the wall of Buck's, and shaking. I definitely was gonna check it out; I was too curious of this whole 'problem' to leave it.
I walked over as stealthily as I could, and pressed my back against the adjacent wall, right where I could hear him, but not see him. Man, I hoped this would be good, because if not, then I'd be wasting my Mickey time; he was on now.
I didn't move a muscle, or breathe too loudly.
"Dallas...Winston? Me? No. But that's what Two-Bit said. I swear, it is, ha-ha, but he wouldn't. It's probably a cruel joke to tease me. No, it ain't though. Two-Bit's smart. He'd know if it was true...yeah...yeah! I'll go find him!"
I just smiled, knowing that he wouldn't see me anyways, needing to dash off in the other directions anyways. Man, this would be good. But it would ruin the fun if I just went and told both of them that they, possibly, really liked each other. I would keep them at bay, and see whether it was real or not. I ran the other way, knowing full well that my way to get there was shorter. When I arrived, I could see him running from a way off, and I lounged against the Curtis' wall. He finally ran up to me, panting, and started talking my head off in a fast peal. I held my hand up.
"Slow down there buddy. Yea, I was talking to Winston. Why?" This made him fiddle with his fingers and look down at the ground. "Its ok buddy, you can tell me."
"Well, I overheard you two talking about him being so obvious about staring at someone during the football game..." he looked hopeful at this, his eyes shinning big.
"And? You're hoping he was staring at you?" I said. I decided to play this good old game up. I gave him a pitying glance and didn't answer.
"He wasn't? Oh...Two-Bit, but what else did he say about 'him'?"
"Yeah, it was a 'him'. Uhm, I don't really remember...lesse, I don't think he said too much else. But I know that every time he looked at 'him' he would start smiling like crazy. He seemed mighty happy when playing, and especially so when he was in the huddle." He got some more hope in his eyes, but it died a swift little death.
"In the huddle...But that could mean it could also be Steve, or Pony..." His eyes badly concealed the angry blaze when he thought it could be Steve or Pony. Poor boy. Man, I wanted to tell him like hell, but that would kill the fun, leaving me in the dust. I patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't think about it too much now. It'll probably just blaze right over. You know how that hood acts. Here one day, gone another." I shrugged placidly and walked away. Leaving behind a most confused and bewildered Soda. He wasn't the shiniest knife in the drawer anyways.
A/N: I'd definitely thank you for a review. This is not my first fanfic, but it's just a new account. Ok, I know that maybe Dally and Soda is one of those 'omg never' couples, but hey, those have to be tried out too, right? Right!?