Pale Blue
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own The Outsiders? S.E. Hinton is the real owner of The Outsiders and I don't make any money off of my stories.
A/N: Please tell me what you think! Criticism is welcome, but no flames please. Flames killed Johnny. ;) Suggestions are always welcome, no matter what they might be. Thank you!
Dally ~Early Spring, 1961~
Dallas heard the door slam and instantly, he was alert of his parent's presence. He could hear his parents fighting, but it was all a normality in that house; the screaming, cigarettes, and broken bottles just came with the territory. After about an hour, Dally couldn't stand the noise any longer so he slipped unnoticed out of his window onto Tulsa's open, concrete landscape. His left eye was still black and blue from the day before and he walked with a slight limp, but he made okay time. Without a destination, just walking, even if it hurts, was pretty peaceful to him. He wished that he was old enough to drive, old enough to get out of that house.
It's not long before he itched for a cigarette, but unfortunately, he left his pack of Kools back at the house. He caught a glance of a scrawny, dark-haired kid leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette with some other slim, red-headed kid. He coolly made his way towards the two in his black leather jacket.
"Gimme your smoke, kid," he said commandingly in a heavy New York accent. The kid with greased, auburn hair just stared at him, undaunted by his presence. He's a greaser alright, Dally thought.
"Get lost," he muttered, looking away, proving that he was really all talk, in Dally's opinion. But Dal's not surprised, the two kids don't look older than seven or maybe eight.
"I don't think that I asked for your smart alek reply, I told ya to give me a pack of Kools," he fired back. The kid gulped, pale, before a voice called out,
"Ponyboy! What did I tell you about walkin' by yourself. You had me scared to death," the older lady lectured. "You too, Johnny. Oh my, who's this?" Mrs. Curtis smiled, and Dally almost rolled his eyes. But she noticed the bruises on Dally's face, the hard, pale blue eyes, and the way he watched everything and everybody around him. It was enough to make her heart break.
"What's your name?" Dally put on a tough face.
"Dallas Winston," he asserted proudly. Tulsa was gonna remember that name, he was for sure of it.
Little does he know of the events five years to come that'll shake his world.
"Well, Dally, I'm Mrs. Curtis but the boy's call me Mrs. C. Why don't you come to the house for some chocolate cake," Mrs. Curtis offered in a kind voice. Warily, Dallas nodded in agreement.
As the four made their way towards the house, Johnny hung back with Dallas.
"How old are you?"
"I'm twelve," Dally replies. "How old are you, kid?"
"Almost eleven," Johnny paused considerably. "Were you really gonna beat us up?"
It was a question that Dally considered heavily.
"Not anymore," Dallas shrugged indifferently, biting back everything that the kid made him feel.
Johnny raced up towards the other two after getting his answer, and Dally can't help but smile as Ponyboy and Johnny compete on who's faster, running towards the Curtis house.
Before he fell asleep that night after meeting the rest of the gang, with a belly full of a home-cooked dinner and chocolate, the last thought on his mind was,
"Man, Ponyboy and Sodapop sure are some weird names."
A/N: Hey guys! This one-shot was requested by Terry (Guest) and 17. I may turn this into a mini Dallas one-shot series because I got so many requests on Dally. If you guys have more please send them in and review, I really want to know what you guys thought of it.
Chapter Word Count: 697 words
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