The 7th Day Before Christmas: Dally's POV
Why was it so frickin' cold out here? I grumbled to myself. It was snowing, and the temperature had to be at least10 degrees outside. Shivering, I tried to light a cigarette, but the stupid wind kept blowing it out. I swore under my breath, tossed the blasted thing to the ground, and continued trudging along, my jeans becoming wet and cold as I plowed through the snow.
My black Converse made a loud crunching sound whenever I took a step. Looking around, I watched as a visiting family was welcomed into a house and forcefully shoved my hands into my jacket pockets. I shouldn't get distracted like that. I was on a mission, after all.
I only had six days until Christmas, which meant I only had six days to find something good for everyone in the gang. The best part? I had no idea what to get any of them. That's why I figured I'd better go now, when I was alone. I was not going to just wing it like I had done the previous year. Now that was a disaster.
I was starting to doubt if it was even worth my freezing my butt off out here. Finally I made up my mind just to look in the nearest shop. Opening the door, I hastily stepped inside. I had to admit, it was nice being out of the snow and all.
I caught glimpse of myself in a mirror and winced. My cheeks were all flushed, my nose strongly resembled a cherry and there were snowflakes in my blonde hair. I brushed them out in annoyance. I glanced at all the shop's merchandise and was instantly glad that I only had to buy gifts for the gang. Sure I had parents, but they didn't give a hang about me. Like I was actually going to get them something.
Suddenly, something caught my eye. I walked over to the item. It was a brand new, shiny black Elvis record. The A side was "Blue Christmas" and the B side was "Santa Bring my Baby Back to Me". Oh, glory hallelujah, was it beautiful! I stood there admiring it like it was the world's cutest puppy or something. Man was this tuff. Didn't Darry have a record player? He'd better, I thought as I handed the shopkeeper my 50 cent piece.
"Merry Christmas son!" the man called after me as I left. I rolled my eyes. It wasn't Christmas yet.
I put the record inside my leather jacket so it wouldn't get damaged. Great. I had one present. I figured Darry, Soda, and Pony could all share that thing anyway. So that was how many? Three more? I sighed, my feet crunching again in the snow.
I knew it was getting late, and there was no way that I was staying out all night, especially in the frigid weather. I jogged briskly to the nearest drugstore. As I opened the door, I was affably greeted by a surge of warm air that lingered throughout the shop. I exhaled in relief; I knew just what I was searching for.
I hurried down the candy aisle, grabbed a box of candy canes and winked at a hot broad with long silky hair. While she strutted angrily away, I snatched a shiny gray lighter off a rack, then practically sprinted towards a different aisle. With one hand, I lifted a six pack of beer and then silently slipped a copy of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" in my jacket along with the record. Hell, I wasn't paying for all this stuff. I slowly made my way up to the front of the store and paid. Then, I turned to leave, bracing myself for the cold.
An hour later, I was back at my house. After I had stuffed the gang's presents in some old grocery bags, I shoved them under my bed. Christmas gifts? Check. Then I watched it snow until, I guess, I got bored.