So basically I died of happiness last night. I tweeted S.E HInton while watching The Outsiders and she actually replied. It was a big moment. And then I got an idea for this story so without anymore rambling...
I stopped dead in my tracks after seeing him sitting in the kitchen. If only Ponyboy knows I'm here right now, I can just slip back out. I turned as quietly as I could and tried to sneak out the front door, but my clumsiness gave me away. Right as I was about to make it out, I tripped over a beer bottle that Two-Bit left on the ground this morning and it rolled across the floor into the coffee table.
Damnit, Two-Bit.
I risked a peek behind me and, just my luck, Darry and the guy from the store were staring at me.
"Hey, Evie, come 'ere a minute," Darry spoke, oblivious to my obvious want to do anything but go into that kitchen. I hesitated then walked in, acting as indifferent as I could without being too obvious.
"Evelyn, this is Dallas Winston, Dally," Darry introduced us. "Dal, this is my cousin, the one I was just telling you about. See her? Good. Now I know that there's no way to keep you two apart, seeing as you're both here most of the time, but listen up: I don't want any trouble outta the two of you, understand?" Darry stated, more power and seriousness in his voice than I had ever heard from him.
He looked at both me and Dally, waiting for an answer. I had to lighten up his mood a little, all this serious stuff made me nervous.
"Define 'trouble'," I asked, half smirking.
He rolled his eyes at me and just walked out.
I stared at Dallas and he stared back at me for a moment. I walked over to the table and slumped into a chair, trying to figure him out. He had dark eyes but not like mine. His eyes gave him away, anyone could tell what he was thinking. His brow furrowed a bit and he chewed his lip for a minute.
I could see him sizing me up too. Man, he was attractive...
"So you following me around now, kid?" he suddenly asked.
"Me following you. Yeah sure. But tell me how you walking into the store behind me, and then coming to the place where I now live is me following you." I replied.
He didn't answer only smirked. Then he put his elbows on the table between us and leaned on them, making his muscles in his arms and upper chest bulge.
It's a good damned thing he can't read my mind.
I mirrored his actions and stared him directly in the eye.
"How come I never met you? All the gang knows you and likes you okay but not me. Even Johnny is comfortable around you." he said.
"Well," I thought a minute. "Where were you a two years ago on the 4th of July? I came down with my folks for a few days and met the gang. But not you."
Then it was his turn to think. "Jail...speeding or something. And the guys down at the station know me so they kept me for the holiday." he stated matter of factly.
"And where were you last night when I got here? And this morning before Pony, Evie, Kathy and Two-Bit went to school. The rest of the gang was here but you..."
"Last night I was..." he thought a minute before laughing. "Last night I was at a party at Buck's so, naturally, this morning I was sleeping off a hangover. Then I came here"
So this is what he meant. No trouble out of us. Because Darry knew that both me and him had that in common, that lust for trouble. Makes sense. But if Dallas WInston was such a bad guy, a trouble maker, why did he...save me this morning? Even more, why didn't he say something the moment he saw me. Surely he remembered me. I hoped...
"Why didn't you tell Darry, huh? About this morning at the store?" I fished.
Dally leaned back in his chair, relaxing and looking at the ceiling.
"Some things are better left a secret, I guess."
Dally's POV
Seeing this girl at the store this morning I thought she was just cute. But, was I wrong. Looking at her now I saw how beautiful she actually was. Most people just kinda sweat in the heat but, Evie, here...her milk chocolate skin seemed to literally glow. Her dark brown hair fell past her shoulders, a few strands clinging on to her moist forehead. Her eyes, dark brown almost black, held enthusiasm and something else I couldn't quite see. She had full lips and, at the moment, didn't care what Darry said I just wanted to take her to the couch and make out with her. But I had to restrain myself. I'd known her for about ten minutes and already I knew she wasn't the type to just give in because I'm Dallas Winston. And the fact that Darry had just felt the need to warn us to stay out of trouble meant that I would have to turn on extra Dallas charm.
But she couldn't know that.
I looked at her evenly as she sat across the table from me. "So you following me around now, kid?" I questioned, in my usual tough, almost annoyed tone.
"Me following you. Yeah sure. But tell me how you walking into the store behind me, and then coming to the place where I now live is me following you." she replied.
Damn. Didn't see that coming. I had no answer to that because she was kinda right, though I'll never admit it. I only smirked.
I leaned forward on the table and she stared at my arms for a minute before staring right at me. Those eyes were like a mirror but only she could see me. I felt like she saw everything I am, good and bad, but I couldn't see a damn thing about her.
"How come I never met you? All the gang knows you and likes you okay but not me. Even Johnny is comfortable around you." I wondered.
"Well," she paused a minute. "Where were you a two years ago on the 4th of July? I came down with my folks for a week and met the gang. But not you."
Fourth of July...two years ago...the night before the fourth of July two years ago, I got pulled over by the fuzz. I had a few drinks before and was headed to Buck's, probably a little over the speed limit. When he pulled me over, I wasn't exactly the easiest person to talk to, but when was I ever?
"Dallas Winston, I shoulda known." the cop had said.
"Yeah, yeah, whaddya want, Parker?" I slurred. I knew this guy, I was one of his favorite targets.
"You been drinkin, Winston?"
"Depend. If I say no woul you beliebe me?" I screwed up a few words, big deal.
"Alright come on. Outta the car."
"Who's gonna make me, huh?"
That's when he pulled me outta the car and drug me to the back of his car. I didn't go without a fight though; he drove to the station with a bloody nose and I got a black eye out of it.
"I was in jail...speeding or something. And the guys down at the station know me so they kept me for the holiday." I answered proudly. I was speeding, so it wasn't a lie. She didn't need to know the whole truth.
"And where were you last night when I got here? And this morning before Pony, Evie, Kathy and Two-Bit went to school. The rest of the gang was here but you..."
Last night was Thursday night so...party at Buck's. I was damn near rip roarin' drunk and this tall, leggy blonde was flirtin with me. Just as I was about to kiss her, Sylvia showed up. The little broad pulled the blonde off of my lap by the hair and slapped her hard. She always was a jealous one. Then she grabbed me and pulled me to the room that I usually slept in upstairs and I fucked her. At some point we got in an argument and she left. I slept until about two o'clock today and then came here.
"Last night I was..." he thought a minute before laughing. "Last night I was at a party at Buck's so, naturally, this morning I was sleeping off a hangover. Then I came here.'' Again, she didn't need the whole truth.
She pondered that over for a while. It was one of those moments when her eyes did that trick. I felt like she knew everything that happened last night but it was completely impossible to know what she was thinking and that's what I really wanted right then. To know that she believed me. But I couldn't find any traces of that in her eyes and I hated her for it. But I liked her for it at the same time.
"Why didn't you tell Darry, huh? About this morning at the store?" she asked suddenly.
That wasn't what I was expecting. I had to think for a minute. Why didn't I tell Darry? Sure, she was hot and yes I wanted her to like me but I don't even really know her. I don't know why I didn't tell Darry.
I leaned back, trying to appear as tough as I knew I was.
"Some things are better left a secret, I guess."
Like how much I wanted this girl. That would have to remain a secret for a while.
OK. so...I don't know. I like writing from both POVs but I feel like none of what I put is Dally. What do you guys think? And I'm sorry you had to read the same conversation twice. I just wanted to show what both people were thinking in this part... :) Comment back and stuff pleeeeease!:) xoxo