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Rating: pg/13 because of swearing
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Dallas stalked from the scene his mind reeling. What the hell had gotten into Johnny? He had never talked back to Dally as long as he could remember. He sighed, then lit a cigarette. Leaning against the side of a building Dallas took a drag off his smoke. So what if he had been kinda hassling Cherry. He wasn't really gonna hurt her. Just have a little fun with her. Dally smiled slyly, imagining exactly what he would have done with her.
Dally jumped as a hand came down firmly on his shoulder. Annoyed, he turned around. He found himself staring up into the angry black eyes of Tim Shepard. A little shiver of apprehension ran up his spine and he backed up a step. Catching his breath he let a cocky smile find its way to his lips.
"Dallas." Tim did not return Dally's grin.
"Tim," Dally raised a hand in greeting. Moving like lightning Tim grasped Dally's forearm and hauled him up an inch away from his face. Dally's heart skipped a beat. He glanced away from Tim and flicked his cigarette aside. He could feel Tim's eyes boring holes through his skull. "Whadaya want," he asked, his voice louder and higher than he had meant it to be.
Tim couldn't help smiling at Dally's attempt to stay cool. For a minute he was tempted to let the kid go. Then he remembered his reason for wanting to kick Dally's ass. He glared down at the blond boy, an image of his slashed tires flashing vividly in his memory.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about some slashed tires would ya Dallas?" he growled.
'Slashed tires? What the hell?' Dally thought, frowning in confusion. He looked up at Tim. "I don't know nothin' 'bout no slashed tires," he snapped.
"Think hard Dallas." Tim seemed to radiate anger. In a fit of mad humor, Dally pictured Tim with horns and a tail, flames burning in his eyes. A small smile crept across his face. He was rewarded with a stinging slap from Tim. "There ain't nothin' funny about slashed tires!"
Dally's eyes flashed with anger. "I told you! I never." The words died in his mouth as a mental image of himself, stoned beyond belief appeared in his mind. He remember crouching behind a car.a knife in his hand. 'Shit!' he thought, frantically trying to convince himself that he hadn't actually had anything to do with Tim's car. He swallowed nervously. "Look man, I don't know a thing 'boutcha tires."
Tim smirked. He knew Dallas too well not to know when he was lying. And hearing the slight trace of a New York accent in Dally's words was a dead giveaway. He caught Dally's gaze and the younger boy winced slightly at the confidant look in Tim's eyes. "Yeah, well I think you do." Before Dally could respond, Tim kneed him hard, a little lower than he had meant to. Dally gasped, his face twisting in pain. He fairly collasped onto Tim, his free hand grabbing frantically at his groin. Grasping his arm in a grip that would leave bruises, Tim jerked him upright preparing to beat the living crap outta Dally. Dally twisted, bring his hand up hard, slamming his fist into Tim's left eye. Momentarily blinded, Tim staggered back, dragging Dallas with him. Dally kicked his knee with all of his strength and the two went down onto the hard cement. Being bigger and heavier it took Tim all of 5 seconds to get on top of Dally. He slugged Dallas once, hard in his side. He was startled to hear the disturbing crunching sound of breaking bone at the impact. He glanced at Dallas but the blond only glared back in near hatred giving no sign that he was hurt. 'Enough of this,' Tim thought. He pushed off the younger boy, and jumped to his feet. He could feel a trickle of blood on his cheek, and his left eye was starting to swell shut. Dally stared up at him defiantly from the ground where he hadn't moved.
"Bet you'll think again 'fore you go slashin' tires," Tim spat. He turned and stalked off, wincing as pain shot through his knee. 'Tore a muscle or somethin' he thought annoyed. He wiped his face and jumped into his waiting car.
Dallas lay on the ground, listening to the sound of Tim's receding steps. Once he was sure Tim was gone he crumple, wrapping his arms tightly around his aching side. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe. 'Asshole,' he thought angrily. He pushed himself up, gasping lightly at the pain burning in his side. "I'll get you," he swore quietly stumbling out into the street.
Rating: pg/13 because of swearing
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Dallas stalked from the scene his mind reeling. What the hell had gotten into Johnny? He had never talked back to Dally as long as he could remember. He sighed, then lit a cigarette. Leaning against the side of a building Dallas took a drag off his smoke. So what if he had been kinda hassling Cherry. He wasn't really gonna hurt her. Just have a little fun with her. Dally smiled slyly, imagining exactly what he would have done with her.
Dally jumped as a hand came down firmly on his shoulder. Annoyed, he turned around. He found himself staring up into the angry black eyes of Tim Shepard. A little shiver of apprehension ran up his spine and he backed up a step. Catching his breath he let a cocky smile find its way to his lips.
"Dallas." Tim did not return Dally's grin.
"Tim," Dally raised a hand in greeting. Moving like lightning Tim grasped Dally's forearm and hauled him up an inch away from his face. Dally's heart skipped a beat. He glanced away from Tim and flicked his cigarette aside. He could feel Tim's eyes boring holes through his skull. "Whadaya want," he asked, his voice louder and higher than he had meant it to be.
Tim couldn't help smiling at Dally's attempt to stay cool. For a minute he was tempted to let the kid go. Then he remembered his reason for wanting to kick Dally's ass. He glared down at the blond boy, an image of his slashed tires flashing vividly in his memory.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about some slashed tires would ya Dallas?" he growled.
'Slashed tires? What the hell?' Dally thought, frowning in confusion. He looked up at Tim. "I don't know nothin' 'bout no slashed tires," he snapped.
"Think hard Dallas." Tim seemed to radiate anger. In a fit of mad humor, Dally pictured Tim with horns and a tail, flames burning in his eyes. A small smile crept across his face. He was rewarded with a stinging slap from Tim. "There ain't nothin' funny about slashed tires!"
Dally's eyes flashed with anger. "I told you! I never." The words died in his mouth as a mental image of himself, stoned beyond belief appeared in his mind. He remember crouching behind a car.a knife in his hand. 'Shit!' he thought, frantically trying to convince himself that he hadn't actually had anything to do with Tim's car. He swallowed nervously. "Look man, I don't know a thing 'boutcha tires."
Tim smirked. He knew Dallas too well not to know when he was lying. And hearing the slight trace of a New York accent in Dally's words was a dead giveaway. He caught Dally's gaze and the younger boy winced slightly at the confidant look in Tim's eyes. "Yeah, well I think you do." Before Dally could respond, Tim kneed him hard, a little lower than he had meant to. Dally gasped, his face twisting in pain. He fairly collasped onto Tim, his free hand grabbing frantically at his groin. Grasping his arm in a grip that would leave bruises, Tim jerked him upright preparing to beat the living crap outta Dally. Dally twisted, bring his hand up hard, slamming his fist into Tim's left eye. Momentarily blinded, Tim staggered back, dragging Dallas with him. Dally kicked his knee with all of his strength and the two went down onto the hard cement. Being bigger and heavier it took Tim all of 5 seconds to get on top of Dally. He slugged Dallas once, hard in his side. He was startled to hear the disturbing crunching sound of breaking bone at the impact. He glanced at Dallas but the blond only glared back in near hatred giving no sign that he was hurt. 'Enough of this,' Tim thought. He pushed off the younger boy, and jumped to his feet. He could feel a trickle of blood on his cheek, and his left eye was starting to swell shut. Dally stared up at him defiantly from the ground where he hadn't moved.
"Bet you'll think again 'fore you go slashin' tires," Tim spat. He turned and stalked off, wincing as pain shot through his knee. 'Tore a muscle or somethin' he thought annoyed. He wiped his face and jumped into his waiting car.
Dallas lay on the ground, listening to the sound of Tim's receding steps. Once he was sure Tim was gone he crumple, wrapping his arms tightly around his aching side. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe. 'Asshole,' he thought angrily. He pushed himself up, gasping lightly at the pain burning in his side. "I'll get you," he swore quietly stumbling out into the street.