WN: Hey this is the story of how Jally evolved! From the first time Johnny and Dally met, to their deaths. Don't own the outsiders! If I did it would be The Gaysiders! Enjoy! And feel free to leave suggestions.
Dally's POV:
I wake up with Johnny in my arms. Oh man, I'm so lucky to have my Johnnycake. But it wasn't always this way. I remember how we first met...
In the past, The day Dally and Johnny meet:
I was walking to the Curtis House one afternoon, when Ponyboy came running towards me. And I was still a pretty good walk from the Curtis house. Hey, I guess this is why he runs track. I'd been coming to the Curtis house for a few years, now—pretty much since I met Darry the first time—and they've gotten used to me. They're the closest thing I've ever had to a family, I hate to say it. I had run away from New York and moved here—Tulsa—and I lived on the streets for a little before Darry found me. He brought me to his house, and ever since that day, that's how it's been. Pony runs towards me.
"Glory, Ponyboy, you made the track team for a reason, man! What's the rush for? You can slow down and relax." I say to him.
He shakes his head "no" and tries to catch his breath. He pants.
"No? It can't be that urgent, relax." I said.
"We found a kid! Come on!" Pony said.
"Can't be that bad." I said as I lit a cigarette.
"It is." He grabs my arm and pulls me towards his house, forcing me to run. I sigh and roll my eyes. Eventually we got to the Curtis house. I see a beaten up kid, lying on the sidewalk. We get closer. I'm immediately taken aback by my inability to stop staring. Oh man, I knew this was gonna happen sooner or later.