Hello my little greaser lovers! just wanted to say that the Outsiders' characters belong to S.E. Hinton and she created that awesome novel even though i wish i had i didn't (especially Dallas, because he is awesome.).
also this is my first fanfic let alone outsider one, so please review! it'll help me get better! and guarantee my eternal and undieing love for you. huh huh. just kidding. i think.
so... anyway. let's get this show on the road!
His hair shone as the light summer breeze rustled through it. He drew his jacket closer to his frame, like it was his own armor against the world. In a sense it was. It brown leather identified him as a greaser, a hood. This alone was enough to make most people turn and go the other way if they happened to cross him at night.
He shifted so his weight was resting against the trunk of the tree he was leaning against. Every time I see him like that, I feel the urge to stop and stare. Seeing him standing there like he didn't have a care in the world always made me shiver.
The way his leather jacket clings to his shoulders; the tight fit of his blue jeans; the worn down toes of his boots; the way his lips formed a smirk every time he catches me staring; his wild hair and eyes. Eyes that beckoned you "mess with me, I dare you to." Eyes that every one described as hard and cold as steel.
Sometimes I feel like I was the only one that ever actually paid close attention to then. He had the kind of eyes that could see through almost everything and everyone. Eyes that, when he fought you weren't looking filled with curiosity, knowledge, sadness, joy, compete, and sometimes even love. Then in an instant would switch to anger, hatred, and mistrust. In short his eyes were always filled with emotion. If you waited long enough to notice that is.
The sound of a siren brought me back to reality. He looks at me and his face slowly spread into a knowing smile as he pushed off the tree. In that moment I realized something. He had more of a resemblance to a Greek god then Soda did.
With the evening sun making his wheat –white blond hair shine crimson hair, he truly resembled a god. Even if many considered him the lowest of low.
The one that grew up on the streets, got arrested at the age of ten and had a record a mile long to prove it, got drunk and into fights all most ever night, and could cuss out anybody on the block any day of the week. That one he was a god. I trailed slowly after him as he ran down the hill towards his car. When he got there he slowly turned back towards me...
"Hey. Hey Pony wake up." I groaned only to be shaken again. I opened my eyes as I slowly sat up, only to find myself nose to nose with Dallas Winston his self.
"Come on pone," Dallas said as he walked towards the door while throwing her jacket over his shoulders."We're going to the DX, then to the drive –in. And who knows maybe we will find some action along the way. Oh will you hurry up! I ain't the one to tell Darry we left his baby brother home alone while h was sick".
Yup. Even more so then Mars or Ares. Dallas Winston is the god of war. My god of war.
well well. DallasxPonyboy forever! one of my personal favorites!
REVIEW! please tell me what you think!
The French Orchid ;)