Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders
Warning: Slash ... Don't like it, than don't read!
Dally was laying on the couch in the dark of the Curtis' living room. He was lying there in silence until he heard quiet foot steps.
He let a small smile grace his lips. He already knew who it was.
The figure smiled that breath taking smile of his when he came into view.
"Hey, Dal." He greeted in a whisper as he layed down beside the blonde hood.
Dally's grin grew as he wrapped his strong arms around the petite body beside him and pulled him closer, kissing his full lips softly.
"Hey, Pony."
This was a routine for them. Every night Pony would sneak out to meet Dally on the couch, so they could cuddle, kiss, talk, and just enjoy each others company. It started after Mr. and Mrs. Curtis died.
To tell you the truth, Dally is the one who was getting him through his parents' death. Pony doesn't know what he'd do without Dally.
Sure, Pony used to hate Dally, he thought he was nothing, but a cold, mean, heartless hood, but hat was before Dally opened up to him and showed him the real Dallas Winston.
Pony finally understood Dally. He was who he was, because of his past. Everyone he got close to, everyone he loved and cared for either betrayed him or left him or even both … even his own parents. He was forced to grow up at such a young age and take care of himself. So, it wasn't that Dally was incapable of love, he just refused to let anybody in.
But, he let Johnny in, he was like Dally's little brother. He also let Pony in, but it was different than it was with Johnny, because Pony was more than a little brother to Dally, he loved him, he gave him his heart.
The younger boy had promised that he would never hurt or leave him, because he loved him too.
Dally believed him. He trusted him. Pony would never do anything to hurt him. Dally didn't need to hide himself from Ponyboy. He could be himself a hundred percent without judgment. He didn't need to keep his guard up around the youngest greaser.
When he let his shield down, he was actually a sweet, gentle, funny guy, but only Pony got to see him without his shield.
Johnnycake only got to see Dally without bits and pieces of his shield.
Pony felt special, that he was the only one to see the real Dallas Winston.
As the night grew later and Dally was sleeping, Pony was still up, watching the sleeping hood in awe like he did every night.
The seventeen year old blonde hood looked younger and peaceful while he slept. He looked like a gift sent from heaven. A fallen angel. Pony's angel. Sure, his angel had done some horrible things that angels don't normally do. Angel's don't get arrested, steal things, jump little kids, or get into fights, that's more like a demon to some people, but they don't know his Dally … He's a demonic angel.
Pony smiled softly, brushing some blonde hair off the sleeping boy's face.
Dally was Pony's demonic angel.
I was thinking about adding onto this, like putting a flashback to their first encounter in the second chapter or something ... Or should I leave this as a oneshot?