I saw Ponyboy run up to me, and Tim outside Buck's.
"Dally." Pony looked like something bad happened.
"What happened did someone bother ya?" I asked, and Tim reached for his blade.
"No of corse not." He pulled something from his bookbag.
"What the hell is this?" I asked.
"Its a picture." He said.
I looked at it, it was of me. Wind blowing though my hair in the picture.
"Damn kid it looks like ya took a fuckin' picture of tough ole Dally." Tim said looking at it.
"We-well it took me a while to do, I mean I wanted it to look perfect." Pony looked down.
"I like it. Might hang it up." I told him.
He smiled.
"A-are you coming over for dinner?" Pony asked.
"Sure." I really needed a drink, I saw Sylvia near by.
"Hey baby." I yelled.
She walked over, and sat in my lap.
"So what's this?" She took the picture from my hand.
"Its a picture." I had my hand on her hip.
"Wow did the kid draw this?" She asked.
"Y-yeah I did." Pony fumbled with his bag.
"Aw Pony do you think my girls hot? That why you jittery?" I asked.
"I have to go." He walked off, walking by the side of the road. I saw a car pick him up, he got in eagerly.
After it was out of sight, and Sylvia gone Tim spoke.
"How many pictures does the kid give you anyway?" Tim asked.
"Wanna see?" I asked.
I motioned for him to follow.
He entered my room.
"Damn." He was suprised.
"The kid drew all these?" He asked.
"Yeah." I sat down.
"Dally?" I lit a smoke.
"What?" I asked angerly.
"You broke his heart." Tim said.
"The fuck are you talking about?" I asked him.
"When Sylvia came over did you see how devistated he was? He loves you."
"Shut the fuck up. Pony ain't a fag." I raised my voice.
"He might be. These might be confessions of love, of gratitude." Tim leaned against the wall.
"Lies. The only person I will ever care about romaticly is Sylvia." I smirked when he raised his eyebrows.
"Fine. So you now agree that you don't want him?" Tim turned to the window.
"Of corse I never really liked the kid to begin with." I said.
"Okay then. I'll see you." I nodded, and he left.
I hung around the next couple of days. Me and Tim sitting outside once again. I saw Pony run up again. Typical.
"Hey-" I cut him off.
"I don't want a picture." I said.
"Its not for you." His voice sour.
"Thanks baby." Tim said when Ponyboy handed him a piece of paper.
"Do you like it?" He pressed closer to Tim.
"I love it." He wrapped his arm around Ponyboy.
"Are you coming over for dinner?"
"Of corse. I wouldn't miss out on your cooking." Tim smirked when Pony chukled.
"I'll see you later." Ponyboy pecked at Tim's lips, and ran down the road.
Once out of sight.
"What the fuck was that about Tim?" I asked.
"You said you didn't want him, well I did. I took the opportunity that his broken heart gave me, absence of love. He needs attention, I gave it to him." Tim shrugged.
"Your a bastard. Once his brothers-"
"Your not jelous are you? Because you said you didn't like the kid to begin with." I opened my mouth then closed it.
"Well its cause you provked me into saying it." I yelled.
"No I didn't you said it on your own." Tim got up.
"Where you going Shepard?" I asked.
"To get lube, for when I make love to Ponyboy. Don't worry not tonight, later along the line. Never hurts to be prepaired." Tim took off, his Holden rumbled softly.
"Fucker." I kicked a beer bottle.