3rd Person POV
"Ow! Shit! Sodapop, Two-Bit, get the hell offa me!" Dallas Winston cried. He'd learned to not just beat 'em up now, though. Thanks mostly to her. He glanced momentarily at a picture of a beautiful Greaser girl on his bedside table.
"Two-Bit, get him from the other side!" Soda commanded. Two-Bit Matthews-Keith-obeyed, screeching, "Dal, man, ya gotta come see this!"
"Not more Mickey Mouse…" Dally groaned inwardly as they dragged him downstairs in only his boxer. "Holy SHIT!" he said in surprise. The same girl from the picture was in the Curtis' kitchen. Not just any girl…his girl.
Dally's POV
When you're woken up by two of your best friends yellin' at you in the mornin', it's not pleasant. However, when they dragged me downstairs, I was instantly glad they did. It was my girl (even though she hates being called that…somethin' about "being her own independent person and no belonging to one person") home from California, beautiful as ever-maybe more. "Maddi-Madison-Maddi, you're back!" I stammered, still in shock.
"Damn straight!" she smirked. Somebody up there must not have somethin' against me for now. My girl is Maddi-well, Madison-Thorne. 'Course, she also goes by Rave, short for Ravenstar, her friend Lizzie's nickname for her. She has beautiful green eyes with deep purple-tinted flecks in them, a sharp contrast to mine, as most everyone says. Also, Rave's got a gorgeous body, black waist-length hair with red and purple highlights, and pale, flawless, glowing skin. And then she stepped toward me, arms outstretched. "Dally, just kiss her already!" Soda said cheekily. And that's just what I did.
She's the only one who could ever change me, show me love that I never had as a child on the streets of New York, and let me be…normal. And I loved her to pieces. When we finished making out on the Curtis' couch, much to the disgust of the rest of the gang, who were making retching sounds as we pulled apart, I ran my hands through her gorgeous hair, "So, Rave, baby, didja miss me?" Hey, can ya guess the answer? It involves a bad, passion, and a locked doorknob…
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Hey y'all! R&R for me...OK, for Dally? PLEASE:) Luv y'all!
DWPP