Cherry's POV
On a rainy April evening, while my husband made dinner I was in the attic, cleaning and disposing of old and unwanted items. I had been married to Rick for ten years and we had two beautiful children, Audrey, our eight year old girl, and Adam, our five year old son.
Rick was good, upper class man , or Soc as they were called in my day. He was the type of guy I always knew I'd marry. I can't say I was madly in love with him, but he was a good provider.
In a dusty corner I saw a box labeled D.W. 1967/68 I knew instantly what was in the box. Slowly I walked towards the box. My legs were shaking like jello at the thought of awakening old passions, at the thought of remembering.
When I opened the first thing I saw was a very old photo, taken at the DX station. The picture was of the only boy I'd ever loved. The only boy I could want to smack and kiss at the same time, Dallas Winston. He was the one I would never forget.
Dallas, or Dally wasn't just poor white trash, or a greaser. No, he was always in trouble with the cops, and had never had a serious relationship when I met him. He was more of a one night stand kind of guy.
His hair was wispy and blond and he had eyes filled up with a genuine hatred of the world. He hardly ever smiled, but in this particular photo he had a dangerous grin on his face. I suppose Two-Bit was around, making him laugh at the time. The way he looked was making me hot.
I smacked myself in the face for thinking of another man like that, when I was married, but Dally could've been the one. Well he was the one, the one to break my heart.
Finally, I could no longer fight it. I allowed myself to remember my time with Dallas. From the first night I met him, to the night he left and never came back.
If you have ever read a book called The Outsiders, by Ponyboy Curtis, then you probably think my story with Dallas Winston ended that night at the drive ins. This is far from the truth. I am about to tell you everything that happened, just as it happened with Dally and I.
After I threw a coca-cola in his face and Johnny Cade told him to leave Marcia and I alone, Dally got angry and left. At the time I thought he was like all the other hoods, nothing but trouble. Later I would find out that there was more to Dally than what I thought.
Ponyboy, Johnny, and Two-Bit were walking Marcia and I home when my boyfriend, Bob showed up, pissed as hell, that we were with those greasers. I left with Bob so that a fight could be avoided, but I was not happy about it.
Bob drove me to my house in silence. The only thing he said to me the rest of the night was something about getting "those greaser" for being with me. At the time, I didn't think much about it. Now I know I should have. If I had, Bob might not have died that night. Well, morning if you want to get technical.
Later that night my mother tapped softly on my bedroom door. I allowed her to come in.
"The phone is for you, I think it might be Marcia," said my mother. Then she handed me the telephone and left the room. She was always good about giving me my privacy. My conversation with Marcia went something like this.
Me: Hello. Is this Marcia?
Marcia: Yes Cherry, it's me. So, is Bob as mad as Randy?
Me: Yes, maybe even more. Did you give Two-Bit your real phone number?
Marcia: No. I feel bad about it. Two-Bit was real handsome, so were Pony and Johnny, but they're greasers.
Me: Yeah, too bad.
Marcia: Cherry, honestly, at the movies, you looked really turned on by Dally. I would understand if, you know, you liked him. He's a heck of a lot cuter than Bob.
Me: Marcia! How could you possibly think I like Dally?
Marcia: Just the way you looked at him, and pretended to be annoyed.
Me; I wasn't pretending.
Marcia: Sure. I've got to get to sleep. Bye Cherry.
Me: Bye Marcia
I slipped under the covers of my bed and stared at my blue bedroom wall. How could Marcia think I liked Dally? I loathed his mere existence. Or so I told myself. In the back of my mind, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get over his muscles.
Eventually I admitted that Dally was good looking, but I didn't like him. He didn't really like me anyway. I was just some Soc he tried to hook up with. It didn't bother him too much that I acted repulsed. He would fin a new girl to annoy by the ned of the night.
The next morning, I was awakened by my mother. She was shaking me violently.
"Cherry! Cherry! Get up, I have some bad news," she said. I hated when people said bad news, it made me so nervous and anxious.
"What is it mom?" I asked.
"Bob is dead." This news didn't seem to shock me. I had already planned on dumping him. Still, his death saddened me. I cried for while, but eventually had to get up to meet Marica so we could mourn together. I had no idea that I would bump into Dallas Winston.
a/n: What did you think? Please review. Reviews make me happy which motivates me to write more. This story idea just popped into me head when I was listening to Hinder in the car so it might suck.