Dally had just gotten out after a week in the slammer. He chuckled to himself thinking about why he was in there; He had been mouthing off to a cop. They threw him in there to see if a week in Jail might make break him down a bit; too bad for the rookie who brought him in who didn't know the half of it about Dallas Winston. Nothing broke him down. Not ever.
Hello World,
Hope you're listening, forgive me if I'm young, for speaking out of turn.
A week may not seem like a lot of time, and for Dallas it wasn't, except for the nagging fact in the back of his mind reminding him that every minute, hour, day that he was sitting in there wasting time was another day he couldn't be out there protecting Johnny. He wouldn't be able to be there to hold him and whisper sweet nothings to him when his old man beat him. He hadn't seen Johnny in a week but it felt like years and years, he hoped Johnny would be the first one he saw. His precious Johnnycake.
There's someone I've been missing,
I think that they could be, the better half of me.
He hoped more than anything that Johnny hadn't been jumped again, as he was a favourite punching bag not only for his father, but also for the Socs. It wasn't Johnny's fault he was born on the wrong side of town to undeserving parents. It wasn't his fault the Socs liked jumping greasers. It wasn't any of their fault's. But Dally had thought these thoughts before, he was used to wishing things were different, and never gotten anywhere. He couldn't change a thing but he didn't want to think about that now; it was giving him a headache.
They're in the wrong place trying to make it right,
But I'm tired of trying to justify…
Dally didn't realise he was already in front of the Curtis' home. He couldn't help but feel warm inside; this was the most home he'd ever had and he smiled upon hearing the gang laugh, even from outside. He had been waiting to see Johnny, but he was finally coming home. Home to the gang. Home to Johnny. He stepped up to the door…
Come home, come home
Cause I've been waiting for you for so long, so long
"Dally?" Johnny was the first to speak.
"Hey Johnnycake," He answered coolly.
"Welcome back, Dal" Steve smiled up from a game of poker with Soda and Two-Bit.
"Hey Dally, we missed you" Ponyboy greeted from behind a book.
"GROUP HUG" Soda and Two-Bit shouted simultaneously jumping up from their places on the floor.
The whole gang, including Darry, soon found themselves wrapped around Dally. The Blond greaser wore the frown of a child who hadn't gotten his way. He didn't like hugs. But he couldn't hide his smile when he looked down to see Johnny holding onto him the tightest, his big black eyes were squeezed shut and he wore a content smile. Dally pushed the kid's bangs out of the way and wrapped his arms around the gang. So what the Socs picked on the greasers; as long as they had family like this, they were untouchable.
Right now there's a war between the vanities,
But all I see is you and me,
The fight for you is all I've ever known,
So come home.
The gang dispersed and returned to what they were doing and Dally took a spot on the couch. Johnny came and sat beside him, tucking his knees to his chest the black-haired greaser barely stifled a yawn, and let his head droop onto Dally's shoulder.
He looked up at Dally with his big black eyes and murmured, "Welcome home, Dal" Before drifting to sleep. Dally couldn't bring himself to move him, so he too fell asleep all curled up with Johnnycake. He drifted off with a sleepy smile.
He was finally home.
