Tim/Dally slash
Don't read if you're anti-slash. Thank you.

I got this from two songs from two of my favorite bands: Metro Station "I wish we were older" and We The Kings "August is Over"

I hope you enjoy..

It was August first, Dallas Winston was offically sixteen years old. He was officially an adult now- even if he couldn't vote or drink, his fake ID was a little more realistic now. Sixteen is when you're supposed to be cool, relaxed, responsible, and respected. Well, he already was but now it was different. Now he wouldn't get called 'kid'. Now if he went to Buck's to party the cowboy wouldn't give him looks when he was stumbling around drunk. Now he could drive.. wait- no now he needed to get his lisence then he could drive. That wasn't a problem, he could drive just fine. A car was a problem but then again he knew a lot of older kids who trusted him more or less and would lend their car to him. They did now but that wasn't the point.

Dallas sighed, fisting his blonde hair in his pale knuckles. Today was supposed to be different than every day of his life so far but it wasn't! It was absolutely the same- this morning his father threw him out at six o'clock in the morning because Dallas had come home late. Lies! He'd been home al that day sleeping off a hangover. He'd staggered around in the cold- forgetting it was the morning of his sicteenth birthday and found himself in the lot then collapssed in the far off corner under some newspaper Johnny always had around. He woke up a few hours later hearing Two-Bit, Soda, and Steve passing and chatting about girls and the Dingo. They mentioned him faintly but decided not to ask him along, not out of spite, just because Two-Bit never got a girl when Dally was around. Then, feeling lousy, he went to sleep and woke a third time to a football smashing him in the back of the head! It was Pony and Johnny and they took off like the Devil was on their heels. He couldn't go back to sleep after that.

Didn't anyone remember? Sure he'd always down-played his birthdays- all that attention flustered him. He'd never admit it out loud though, but it did. Smiling people and presents- all birthdays were like that. He thought this one might be different. It was but at the same time it wasn't. This time though he'd have been flustered someone would have remembered. He wished someone had remembered. He hated that he wished that and he tried to stop it- that empty feeling in the pit of his stomach but it was strong and growing larger.

He was sitting now with his head in his hands and a cancer stick dangling from his lips, it wasn't like how he thought it would be. No one treated him with more or less respect. There was nothing. He didn't even fell different.. and, hell, no one even seemed to remember! That bothered him. No one remembered. Didn't he matter? Didn't they care? Weren't they supposed to be his friends?

"Hey, kid!"

The chomped down on the end of his cigarette. That damn three-letter-word proved it! They had no idea what day it was! His head snapped up to glare at the tall, lanky form of Tim Shepard ambling towards him. Strange, there was no gaggle of children at his heels- no Curly, no aimless gang member- just Tim who had this crooked smirk stretched over his thin lips. He plopped down in the grass next to Dally.

"You look mad- who shit in your yogurt and called it a raisin?" he asked

"Nothing!" Dallas spat in response, "I'm fine!"

"Liar." Tim rolled his eyes, "So- what's up, Dallas?"

"Nothing," he repeated

Tim blinked and was silent a moment, "You need a light for that?"

Dallas looked at the unlit, drooled on, chewed cigarette currently crushed between his middle and ring finger. He nodded and Tim handed him his lighter- Dallas was glad for the nicotine- his nerves were shot. God, he sighed, why'd he care so much? Why'd it matter? He was Dallas Winston! He shouldn't care. Carin' was stupid. But he did and he couldn't stop that.

"Hey, Dal," Tim said cupping his hands around a lighter and cigarette, then looking at his friend once it was lit, he took a drag, "How's your birthday been?" he asked, letting out the smoke in Dallas' face.

Dallas' eyes widened, "Wh- what?" he asked

"You birthday. Its August first innit?" he asked, smirking, "You're sixteen, huh?"

Dallas nodded dumbly, "Why'd you 'member?"

Tim grinned, "Can you keep a secret?" Dallas nodded as Tim leaned in closer- so close his lips brushed Dallas' ear and he shivered.

"HEY!"

Dallas and Tim both sighed and looked over to the approaching boys, Two-Bit, Soda, Steve, Johnny and Pony. There was a short wrestling match, some laughs, jokes, before Tim told them all what the day was: "Our little Dally-baby is sixteen!" he teased, punching Dallas in the shoudler, the others cheered and made a big deal now. Now after he felt all lousy. The jerks. But, he didn't hold a grudge because Tim suggested the party at Buck's and they all loved that idea, except for Sodapop and Ponyboy who would not for the sake of their lives evoke Darry's wrath. Ever. Johnny went along home with them but then it was off to the shadow corner of Buck's for a big party.

Dallas was roaring drunk in two hours and could hardly stand but he was trying, and failing, to pick-up girls anyway. They continued to turn him down and he'd move on to the next one using some very crude language- Tim couldn't help grin when the girl's slapped him and walked away. Dallas eventually gave up and was staggering towards the table- he tripped over his own feet and fell ungracefully to land in Tim's lap. They stared at each other.

"Heh. Heh. Timmy ya's haaaarrd" Dallas drawled not bothering to get up

Tim smirked, "I could make ya' hard too, Dal."

Dallas giggled at that- Tim felt himself laugh because Dallas Winston doesn't giggle. "Okkaaayy Timmy- you're H.O.T. so I'll plaaaay"

Tim nodded, "Come on then.."

They ran up to the bedroom, Tim only wished Dallas wasn't drunk.

No sex scene's people. Don't worry.