A/N: Heh, yeah, uh, I'm writing this a bit late and I have summer school. Sorry if this comes out short.
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I felt guilt running through me. I had dragged Johnny to the Dingo, only letting him know that I'm not there. It wasn't usually something I'd do.
There might be a prize after this. In fact, there is. That prize was sitting on the couch looking at me with green eyes filled with confusion. He had just asked me a question, and I was about to answer it soon.
I slowly walked towards him, seeing this as a chance of a lifetime. I have him to myself for once. His brothers, Johnny, Two-Bit, and Steve, they're not here. And in this time of week, chances are that no one is going through that door. It was only he and I.
His clueless expression grew more confusion, making my longing desire grow, right when I needed it. Because God knows when I'll get another opportunity like this.
"Dally?" He said, baffled.
I cut off his thoughts as I send off my lips onto his.
In the kiss, I thought about how I may never be able to do this again as I opened my mouth.
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My confusion dissolved when I allowed him to enter my mouth. This wasn't anything I experienced before. It was so wrong, yet so right.
Every woman Dally made out with should be proud. His mouth tasted so good, I thought, as my throat didn't let me think when it made a moaning sound.
Suddenly, the warmth inside my mouth ejected, leaving the continuous moan making its way through my lips. I gazed my eyes at him.
"I hafta go," Dally said, "Someone's waitin' for me," and he departed my sight through the door.
I almost wished he didn't leave. This wasn't something I've felt before in my life. The second before he left, I felt like I was just floating away from my body. I thought about the last seconds as I reached my hand up to graze my own lips, which were just taken a 20 second tour in Heaven.
But wait…
Warmth.
Kisses.
Love…
Johnny!
What has gotten into me?
How can I face my Johnny now?
Panic ran through me as I got up from the couch and ran into the bedroom. I ran passed the bookshelf. Forget reading! I rabidly opened a drawer in search of a Kool to calm myself down. Not only is the one I love the same gender as me, but also someone else from the gang feels like that for me.
I was thinking of a conclusion that maybe all of this was just a really insane dream, that I would be considered to be having an imagination so wild to have it. It couldn't be. Dally's kiss felt so real, I don't know where to begin. I know for sure that with Johnny, it couldn't be a dream, obviously. We've been together for an entire month. Also, the warmth, the sunsets, the love we share…they can't be a dream.
Yes, I finally found the pack of cigarettes! I need to relax, even if it were only for five minutes.
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Glory, where is that Dally? I looked up at the clock while holding my cigarette between my fingers. I've been sitting here, watching at least 2 or 3 fights from inside. What's more bizarre is that he told me to meet him here. However, he isn't here and I've been waiting for almost an hour. I've been doing nothing but sitting, drinking glasses of coke, smoking at least two or three cigarettes, and watching either the fights or the clock.
It's great to see I ditched Ponyboy for this. Oh so great. Oh well, at least its better being bored in a public place rather than staying in my house.
The door to the entrance opened, making the sounds of the fight being heard much louder from the inside. I gazed up from my cigarette and saw Dally closing the door.
It's about time, I thought as I smothered my cigarette in the ashtray.
"Johnny? Since when didya get here?" he asked. He's really good at lying, but I can simply look at him in the eyes and see he is hiding something. He hasn't hidden anything from me for a while…until now.
"Where were you?" I asked, concern.
"I was nappin' in Buck's," he said, "and that bastard didn't even bother waking me up,"
"But school was just an hour ago,"
"I skipped last period,"
Well, that made sense. Hell, Dally would skip whatever class he wants and wouldn't care about the consequences. That's Dallas Winston for you. He always gets what he wants, no matter what people say. I've always sort of admired that about him.
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A/N: Hey, I told you it wasn't going to be a DallasJohnny fic. I never said anything about DallasPony. 8D
Sorry I haven't been updating as much and giving short chapters. Life's been hectic but I won't go into details, because it's so pointless.
Reviews are appreciated.