So... I've started a new story
I've had quite a bit of writer's block lately, so I apologize for not being around much.
Anyways please, please PLEASE review. You have no idea how much it helps.
I don't own anything & as always please enjoy
It was a warm Friday night, and the dingo was in packed. It was one of the only hangouts where there were no Socs, so it was usually pretty busy, but not like this. It was so packed that a certain group of Greasers couldn't find a table inside to sit at.
"Man, I can't believe that broad made us stand outside!" Two-Bit complained loudly, causing others to turn their heads to look at him.
"Well maybe because it's hot as hell in there if there was one more person crammed into that room everyone would die from heat stroke." Steve snapped after he had shushed the older greaser.
"Let's go somewhere else, guys," Ponyboy said eagerly making Steve roll his eyes.
"Where else are we gonna go, idiot?" He older greaser asked, prodding him roughly in the shoulder, as a sour glare set on Ponyboy's face.
"Cool it, Randle," Dally commanded, lighting himself a cigarette. He had an awful headache, and the last thing he needed was them bitching at each other all night long. He had also gotten into a with Tim Shepard, who had sliced a deep gash with a shard a glass into his face and had been bugging him all day.
It was loud. Too loud. Dallas couldn't hear his own thoughts. But he couldn't keep hanging around without any sound, it would drive him crazy.
He was suddenly aware of something being wrapped around his arm. He looked down, frowning to find that Johnny had clung to him, and he bitterly frowned, shaking him off. Of course, he cared about the kid, but he had a reputation to protect, dammit!
"What?" He demanded loudly, breathing in deeply with his cigarette in his mouth. The familiar taste of the smoke calmed him down a bit.
Johnny didn't speak, which of course was not unusual for the short greaser. Instead, he silently pointed, his black eyes big and wide. Dally rose a brow, following the direction of his finger, and turning around in a half circle to see what he was pointing at.
What he found wasn't really shocking. It was just a middle-aged man, average height a little muscular. Plain brown eyes and brown hair that was streaked with gray, probably due to growing older. Nothing about the man's looks really told him that anything was out of the ordinary.
But…he hadn't seen him before. Even with the dingo packed like this Dally had seen everyone at least once. Heck, he might even go as far to say that he knew them all by name. But this man, he had never seen him before.
The man noticed his staring and took a step forward, causing Dally to force his eyes away, and turned back around. Johnny, who was still standing across from Dallas, meaning that he could still see the man, went pale.
"He's coming over here." He whispered, his wide. Dally wondered if he was afraid, or just being cautious.
"Evening." A deep voice said from behind him. Dallas didn't answer, he just blew a puff of smoke over his shoulder to let the man know he wasn't welcome.
The stranger coughed once but didn't leave. He was almost unfazed. Dally rose a brow, quickly changing his approach.
"Why were you staring at us, huh?" He demanded sharply, cracking his knuckles. To his surprise, the man laughed, and the greaser rolled his eyes. What was up with this guy?
"I wasn't looking at all of you." The stranger stated, placing a hand on Dallas' shoulder, the greaser immediately shook it off. "I was simply looking at you."
There was something off with this guy, Dally was sure of it now.
"Why? I don't know you." He commented bluntly, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Not now. But you may have known me in your past." He started, almost in a sing-song voice. "But you will know me in your future." His voice went from cheerful to cold within seconds.
And with that the man walked away, not leaving any room for questions.
"Crazy old bastard." Dally murmured, putting out his cigarette with the heel of his boot. The rest of the greasers sent each other uneasy looks.
"What?" Dally demanded, his scowl deepening.
"That was just…" Ponyboy started, pausing to find the right word. "…wierd." He concluded.
"Yeah, weird," Dallas repeated sarcastically. "More like batshit crazy." He exclaimed loudly.
But despite all his sarcastic comments he couldn't help but be intrigued by the man walking across the parking lot.
Please review, at least tell me if you want this to continue or not. Please?- Macky