Warnings: A loads of cursing Dally is in the bad mood=D I couldn´t help..

Johnny´s POV

I lick the ice cream and lay against his arm. It's over 77 degrees and Dallas has taken his shirt off. The grass feels soft and the sun caresses the bare skin of my arms. I trace his scars with my fingers. He lets me to do it and just lies there peacefully, though I'm pretty sure it annoys him.

"You smell funny." I point out.

"Oh?" He says raising an eyebrow, his body tensing slightly.

"Yeah, usually you smell like sweat, cigarettes and slightly of pine…sometimes even like soap." I grin teasingly. "But now your skin also has this musky scent." I add sounding more serious.

"Hmm…" He mumbles keeping his eyes closed. "I slept at that clunker of Tim´s last nite, it´s probably that."

I nod. Sounds reasonable. I get a feeling that he lefts something out, but I have a bad tendency to be too black sick and paranoid, so I shrug it off. I mean, I can't get jealous over things like this…He cheated on Sylvia, but I am not her. And when his lips press softly against my cheek, like now, I'm sure that he doesn´t even think about others, though that bruise on his hip reminiscences of a love bite...

A week later

I feel like he's busy all the time. I mean when we are together it's perfect but during the past week we've met twice if you count that one time when we passed each other on the street, though he wasn't even hauled in. And to add the cherry to the top, I have heard that he made out with three different girls, at least. I get that he has to keep up a reputation…but three girls. I shake my head.

Anyway, at least we'll have a date today and actually he should be here at any minute now. I smile.

I'm hanging at the Curtis' and watching Mickey Mouse with Two- Bit and Pony. Minutes run by as the little animated mouse continues its adventures, but there is still no sign of Dallas. I sigh, he is late again.

"Hey guys, have you seen Dally today?" I ask.

Pony shakes his head and Two-bit cracks a joke about how I am always with Dallas nowadays and me actually saying more than two words. Darry peeks from the kitchen and shouts that he heard Steve talking something about Dallas getting hauled in earlier today.

I look down on the floor….he promised, he promised to meet me today. Pony glances me with a worried expression and nudges me to the side.

"What's wrong?" Somehow he always seems to notice if I am feeling blue, though I would try my best to hide it.

"Nothing, we were just gonna hang tonight." I shrug it off like it's nothing. And really it shouldn't be that big deal…but how hard is it to stay out of the trouble just once?

He leans on the schools' brick wall, looking like trouble with a cigarette languidly dangling from his mouth.

I walk toward him slowly, and I want to be mad at him so he won't think I'm totally fine with him getting hauled in and skipping our date but I can't. I'm just too happy to see him.

"Hi gorgeous." He smirks.

I smile a bit while rolling my eyes "Finally got some time to hang with me?"

"Yeah, I've been so damn busy and all...stupid pigs hauled me in for busting some school's windows and then I had some business to take care of, ya know."

I nod "Yeah…I missed ya, could you try to stay out of trouble this week…I really want to hang with you more."

"Nope, I like being bad" he grins almost playfully

I sigh but grin and brush my lips against his. His lips tell me that he's happy to see me. Dallas doesn't know how to say 'I love you'. In his world all the signs of affection are signs of being a pussy…only signs of lust are acceptable, but when he kisses me I get a feeling that deep down he cares…though he'll never admit it, not even to himself.

"Uhhmmm…guys?"

Shit, I forgot I was supposed to walk home with Steve.

Dal pushes me away and gives him a death stare. "Got a problem, Randle?"

Steve looks from me to Dallas "What the hell? You are here sucking each other's faces off like…like some fags."

"Yes, and that is not your shit to deal with. So if ya let anyone to know, I'll redesign yer face so good even your momma won't recognize ya." Dallas spits out.

Steve is about to say something, but closes his mouth and jogs away still looking like he had seen a ghost.

When Steve has vanished behind the corner Dallas curses and strikes his fist to the wall making it bleed. "Fuck! Motherfucking bloody hell…"

"Hey, this might be good. I mean now we don't have to hide from him anymore." I say trying to calm him down.

He turns to look at me his hands balling to fists "How the hell do you think this is good? If Steve opens his big mouth we can say bye bye to everything… gotta fucking skip town."

He turns around and starts striding away cursing like a sailor.

I just stand still watching him to walk away.

A/N: So ok, first of all I know this is kinda short ,sorry...but I been a way too busy and I had a writer´s block. Anyway, I will try to get the next chapter out faster ( Hopefully in a week or two at tops) and it will be longer=)

Yeah, Chesh you are awesome ( especially for going trough this so fast! )

wingswordsandmetaphors, well you give really food feedback and I hopefully have managed to improve my grammar and writing style a bit to this chapter.

Damn, thanks to you all other awesome readers too. You liking this means so much to me...like I can´t even tell how much.

x Katyarenah

PS: I read the first chapter of "Whiskey kisses" today and I was like " How can I make that much mistakes?" So I will do something about it soon. Haha=D