Hi! Well, this was a one-shot but requested by DALLYWINSTON4EVER I have made it into a small story :D There isn't much of a plot to this story, which is why it's short, but this isn't the whole thing, there will be another chapter after this one. Also this is the same one-shot with a little added on.
The first day of summer break and I'm sat here doing nothing. It must be about ninety three degrees Fahrenheit outside! So I'm sat on the sofa in shorts and a tank top, the rest of the boys went outside to play football but I couldn't because I 'might get hurt' as Darry put it (just because I'm a girl). I sigh in both boredom and exasperation and get up to get a drink, I look in the fridge and find orange juice, of course there's Pepsi and chocolate milk in there too but I prefer something fruity.
I get out a glass and pour some of the orange liquid into it. I relish the taste of the cold fruit drink entering my mouth and sliding down my throat. Just as I set my glass down I hear the front door open and slam shut, a smile forms on my lips, there's only one person who slams the door like that.
"Anyone home?" a New Yorker's accent echoes through the house
"In here!" I reply and watch the door as the shape of the towheaded boy appears in the doorway. A smirk graces his elfish features and his blue eyes seem to twinkle in the sunlight filtering through the window.
"Where is everyone?" he asks
"Gone out." I reply pouring more juice into the glass. When it's half full a hand slips in front of my view and takes the glass making me pour juice onto the table instead
"Dally." I whine looking at him
"What?" he smirks even more as he tips the glass to his lips and drinks it. I roll my eyes and find a dishcloth to wipe up the juice, while I'm doing this I can feel eyes boring into the back of me, I turn my head over my shoulder to see Dally staring at me, I raise an eyebrow
"Can I help you?" I ask, he looks up to my eyes
"Yeah, turn around and keep doing what you were doing." I stand straight and turn throwing the cloth at his face, but unable to remove the smug face that was held there.
"Must you always be a pervert?" I ask frowning at him and resting myself on the table
"It's not being a pervert if you enjoy it." My eyes go wider and I can feel myself blushing slightly, ok confession time. I've been crushing on Dallas since I'd met him, but just a little. It's not like I've been staring at him or thinking of him all hours of the day.
I walk over to the counter and pick up the cloth where Dally had thrown it, I try hiding my face but that gets a little hard when someone spins me around and traps me against the counter. I'm forced to look up into Dally's eyes, his cold blue eyes.
"Dally. Let me go." I state and try wriggling out of his arms
"Maybe I don't want to." He replies leaning in a little closer to me, so close that his hair tickles my forehead and I can feel his breath on my lips, a shiver runs down my spine with him being so close.
Slowly he leans in and brushes his lips against mine softly. Wow, I've heard stories from all the girls about how Dally forced them into a kiss or has 'sexually abused' them. But others say that he's the best kisser in Tulsa. Now I don't know if these stories are true or not, but damn, he sure is the best kisser in Tulsa. I kiss back and we stand there in pure bliss kissing each other softly over and over again. When he flicks his tongue over my bottom lip I almost jump out of my skin, but I open my mouth letting his tongue in and explore. His mouth tastes just like the orange juice he's been drinking.
After a while my lungs start screaming for breath and I'm sure his are too, but I so badly don't want this to end. After about another minute we stop and catch our breath, Dally still hasn't let me go.
A few minutes later we're sitting on the couch making out. I'm not sure if Dally actually likes me or if he's just messing around. But boy, if he's just messing around he's going the right way about getting his head kicked in by the others, they're all kind of like my brothers, other than Soda, Ponyboy and Darry who are my brothers, very protective ones at that. God knows what Dally's face would look like after they were done with him, hell God knows what his face will look like if we're caught, whether he likes me or not.
I cringe slightly thinking about it and Dally pulls away
"What's wrong?" he asks
"Nothing," the face he gives says that he can tell I'm lying "fine, I was just thinking about what might happen if we're caught."
He smirks again "we'll be careful, I promise." Those same words again. Those words have gotten me into a lot of trouble in the past, but it hell ain't stopping me now. I shake my head lightly and kiss him again. Only minutes after the door opens and slams shut, then the rest of the gang are standing in the doorway gawking at us with open mouths. It takes us a minute to register who's there and we pull apart immediately, the first person I notice is Darry, and his face sure ain't a happy one.
"I can explain!" I say before he has a chance to yell at me or throw Dally out the house
"Explain then." Darry replies in an icy tone he'd used too many times with me. I open my mouth and close it a few times trying to find words that would create a suitable explanation that wouldn't make him so angry. However my brain has decided to shut itself off in the quick thinking department. So I am left looking like a fish gasping for air.
"Ok I have no explanation." I finally manage to say.
"You room, Dally out." Darry points at me then Dally
"If I come up with a good explanation can he stay?" I try but I know I'm pushing my luck
"No, he gets out, now." Boy I'm in for a load of shit when everyone else is gone.
Solemnly I get up and walk to my room with my head down, Dally follows by getting up and walking out the door. My room is in a strange place, it's a converted cupboard; well closet, well, a massive closet. So my room is right next to the living room which kind of bugs me since I can always hear someone snoring outside whether it's Darry in his chair, Steve on the sofa or Two-bit on the sofa or floor depending on where he passes out. I've never heard Johnny snore, but if it's really quiet you can sometimes hear him talk in his sleep, it's so cute.
I close my door and flop down on my bed letting out a long breath. Wow, I'm in for it. I don't think Darry would have minded if it was anyone else but Dally, Steve was Soda's best buddie, Johnny wouldn't hurt me and he needed someone to hug on a regular basis, and Two-bit, well, he just needed a longer relationship then he has normally. Dally is well, a hood, he always gets arrested and always mouths off at people. I can kind of see Darry's point already with Dally's reputation with girls. I guess he doesn't want me hurt, last time I didn't handle being heartbroken very well (even though my ex got a broken nose from me crying which was a bonus), but still, we're not even officially going out! All we did was kiss! A lot but still.
I can hear everyone else making excuses on why they have to leave and Soda trying to calm Darry down, thanks for trying Soda. Darry never liked the idea of me going out with my other boyfriend in the first place, God knows how he'll react now that he's seen that.
Before I can blink my door is nearly ripped off its hinges and slammed against my wall, I yelp in fright and leap right into the wall. Darry's face is not happy.
"Explain what the hell was going on just then."
I fumble for words, it was pretty much just like it looked, Dally and I were making out on the couch and the gang walked in on us.
"What is there to explain? Dally and I were kissing and then you walked in. That's about as much as there is to it." I look up at him slightly confused and slightly terrified.
"Darry, she's sixteen, nearly seventeen, I think she can handle herself." Soda tries to come to my rescue, sometimes twins come in handy
"I don't care, when I want my kid-brother to tell me what to do with my kid-sister I ask you, kid-brother. You aren't going anywhere near Dally again you hear?" I nod slightly but in my head I'm thinking yeah, and who's gonna make me?
"Come on Dare, don't you think you're being a little over-reactive? I mean it's not like you can stop them from seeing each other, Dally comes here all the time." Soda tries coming to my rescue again, but to no avail
"No, like I said, you ain't going anywhere near him again." With that, he storms out, Soda sighs and sits down beside me and wraps his arm over my shoulder. Pony walks in and joins us.
"Don't worry; Darry's just being an over-protective sour puss. He doesn't mean anything." Pony kneels in front of me and rests his elbows on my knees
"Yeah, he'll get over it." Soda gives me a little reassuring squeeze
"Thanks guys, not like I'll listen to him much anyways." I grin
"It's your funeral. But what the heck happened between you two! We can't leave for five minutes,"
"Two hours." I interrupt Soda
"Whatever, but we can't leave without you doing something stupid?"
"So you call kissing Dally stupid?" I ask looking at him
"Just next time make sure you're more careful." Pony says
"Next time?" I ask raising an eyebrow; Pony wiggles his eyebrows twice "Oi!" I yell and chase him out the room tackling him onto the floor of the living room.
"Take it back!" I start tickling him
"Ah! No! Soda! Help!" Pony manages to yelp in between breathes, Soda grins at me and tries tickling me too
"Ah! Soda! Get...off!" I let go of Pony and he too joins in the tickling "Get off!" and with no other option I yell "Darry! Pony and Soda are trying...to...kill...me!" I laugh and scream at the same time hoping that he will open up his heart and help his younger sister. I'm left on the floor being tickled to death by my two other brothers instead.
"Guys dinner!" Darry calls into the living room, by now I can hardly breathe and I swear I'm turning blue. Pony and Soda let go of me and quickly run out the room leaving me breathless and still giggly "Luna! Get your butt off the floor!" I hear Darry yell at me
"Yeah, yeah." I mumble as I get up and walk to the kitchen, tonight we had, salad. I sit down next to Pony and spoon the food onto my plate; I'm still smiling and slightly giggling from the tickle attack
"What on Earth are you so giggly about?" Darry asks after few minutes
"Soda and Pony were tickling me, I tried calling you for help but you didn't answer." I shrug and try to stop giggling.
After dinner I go back to my room, after Darry yells at me I normally do that. I get out my sketchbook and pencil and start drawing. I'm a bit of a mix with all my brothers; I draw like Pony and like curling up with a book now and again, I get high off living like Soda and... how am I like Darry? I suppose I have the same eyes as him, pale blue-green ice coloured ones, but that was about as far as I am in resemblance with him.
When I finish my drawing I look at the clock, it's midnight! How long have I been drawing? It must've been hours! I look back at the detailed sketch, now that I look at it I can agree that it took hours. It's a drawing of the gang, well as much as I can draw them anyway. We're all standing in the lot, Soda and Steve in a shove war, Two-bit laughing while he tries telling Johnny and Ponyboy a joke, Darry standing with his arms crossed looking straight ahead and me and Dally looking at each other.
I smile at my work and place it under my pillow as I change into pyjamas and turn out the light ready to go to sleep.
Ok, so that was chapter one! Tell me what you think but as usual don't flame me. Hope you liked it!