(A/N: Sucky, I know, sorry. And impossible to happen if ya' ask me, but that's one reason I did it anyways! Also, this one is a true drabble; shorter than the others so far. AND I kinda' lost my sophisticated vocabulary in this one... haha I'm fighting off sugar rushes at the moment! Enjoy this crappy shortish chapter)

Drabble 3

This Drabble- Rated M
-for cursing and 'certain thoughts' and mentionings-

Genre: Romance/General

Character Ages: Same as in book/movie


Who would've thought? The toughest hood in Tulsa, with a mile long record at the station, couldn't keep his eyes off a certain greaser. What he thought was the worst part, was the actual point that he couldn't take his eyes off him.

His award-winning smile, his dazzling brown eyes, the irresistible way he laughs, his movie-star good looks; Everything.

"That's what it is. Attraction. His looks, that's it. Even if he is a fucking guy... I don't like him, it's just my mind playin' a damn trick." Dallas thought viciously to himself. If it's one thing Dallas Winston can't stand, it's falling for somebody. And having this somebody as a part of the gang, and them being a guy, only makes it ten times worse.

Dally tried to keep thoughts of the other teen out of his mind. Although, dreams and glances can work to his disadvantage. He couldn't help but to stare at him, but if he even glanced in his direction, images from past dreams would make their way into his mind. No matter how hard he tried not to.

'That form trapped underneath me; those beautiful eyes locked to mine as I inhale the rich aroma of him as I leave love marks along that sexy body... DAMMIT. STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.' Dallas thought for about the millionth time.

"If you don't think about him then maybe you won't like him anymore..." He told himself. I mean, like Dallas would really want to think of any his friends in that manner...

Of course, Dally took out his confusion and frustration out on others; Not wanting to talk about 'feelings' or anything sissy like that. He started getting into fights more, drinking more and trying to stay the fuck away from the Curtis's. Which meant, he couldn't stay there overnight anymore.

"God damned world. Why can't it be fucking simple?" Dally complained to the wall of Buck's room as he punched the wall- which he was staying at for the third night in a row, successfully dodging any sight of Soda. But yet to rid his mind of the sexual images his mind kept producing... how Soda touched him, how he would gasp, those lips...

"FUCK!" Dallas kept shouting out loud, but directed towards his mind, cursing it out for every possible reason he could think of. For liking another guy, for being this confused, for liking Sodapop 'Fucking Pretty Boy' Curtis of any one.

After a week of hiding from the Curtis's- ok, not THE Curtis', just Soda, he finally let his mind crack. After several more dreams that left him panting, erected or in a state of sheer happiness, (mind you, this is Dallas Winston; so being happy for more than a single fucking second IS a big deal.) he gave up on fighting it.

He finally let his mind tell him that he actually liked a guy. That he wouldn't mind getting into bed with him. That he wouldn't mind holding him and kissing him. Fuck, he wanted to screw the younger teen's brain out. This left Dally confused for some time, and left him to stray away from the gang more than he usually did.

Dallas Winston loved Sodapop Curtis. There was no more denying it.

Special thanks to

lisa freak-girl

I love your nice reviews, they make me happy! (and I was very happy to begin with because I put too much sugar in my coffee, that I'm still drinking, and I'm still high-on-sugar! hehe)