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Dallas Winston awoke to the blaring sound of the alarm clock. RING, RING, RING it went. He awoke up in one of Buck Merrill's bedrooms. He noticed that the warm body that had been with him the night before vanished. She had been a pretty little thing with pale skin, black hair and brown hair. He really didn't care what had happened to her. He yawned and stretched before he glanced at the black clock, it read 10:47. He yawned again before he rolled out of the lumpy bed.
He lazily grabbed his clothes from the day before from off the floor. He chuckled to himself when he found his pants on one side of the room and his shirt on the other. The girl he had been with was very impatient and was great with her tongue. He remembered how she sounded when she was sucking his dick. It had been a quick one with few words. Her screams were rather loud for being so small and normally quiet. He remembered her heat around his cock and the way she moaned his name when she climaxed. Even though she wasn't there, Dallas had a feeling the girl had left very satisfied. Dallas shook away the memories from the night before as he took a shower in Buck's bathroom. He grabbed his jeans and shirt and pulled them on. He left Merrill's place without a backward glance.
Dallas winced at how bright the day was. Grabbing his sunglasses he hid his eyes. His stomach growled and he realized just how hungry he was. Wonder if the Curtis's have something to eat, Dallas thought. He wasn't really close to the Curtis family, it was just a place he liked to hang out at. It was a place where he could crash at if he couldn't sleep at Buck's. He got along well with Darry Curtis, the oldest brother, and Sodapop Curtis was cool. The problem was with the youngest brother Ponyboy Curtis. The youngest Curtis brother reminded him too much of his own younger brother . . . his dead younger brother. He and Johnny Cade resembled his young brother that he had trouble looking at them. For a while Dallas thought of taking both kids under his wing but decided that only Johnny would be worth it. Ponyboy had his older brothers to worry about him and look up to. Dallas stomach gave another growl reminding him of his lack of food. He wandered though the neighborhood until he reached the Curtis's house, the whole time thinking of his brother and his like in New York.
The first thing that Dallas noticed was that the front door was wide open. He knew from past experience that the Curtis brothers kept the doors unlocked incase one of the boys needed a place to sleep or decided to come over unannounced. But he knew they never kept the door open wide like that. If it had been anyone else's house Dallas would have ignored it and let them deal with the shit. But it was the Curtis's house and he felt like he owed them, though he would never admit to it. With a sigh and scowl in place, Dallas entered the house quietly. He sneaked through the rather clean living room and in to the kitchen. There he found a half eaten sandwich. He heard a creek coming from the hallway. Still sneaking he peeked down the hallway and saw a person standing still in the normally closed study. He was so engrossed in what he was examining that he failed to notice Dallas. Dallas noticed that the man had a gun in his hands and knew that what he was about to do was stupidity at it's best. The man didn't notice him until he heard a creak from Dallas shifting his weight. By then it was too late, and Dallas was too close. With a strategic punch to the jaw the man fell forward into unconsciousness. It wasn't until Dallas caught the man did he realize that the man was actually a woman.
"What am I gonna do with her now?" Dallas thought aloud. He lifted the girl higher to adjust his hold when a familiar voice rang though the house.
"Darry ya home?"
"No he ain't now come here an help," Dallas yelled. A few moments later Sodapop Curtis appeared at Dallas's side.
"Who's that?" Soda asked.
"Don't know. Found her here going through your stuff," Dallas snapped. He was surprised when Soda winced and stayed quiet. Soda was almost never quiet, even a mass murder, planning on killing him wouldn't be able to make him shut up.
"Lets get her out of here," Soda said quietly. Dallas scowled at Soda's quietness. Something was up with the kid and it was bothering him. It wasn't until the door was firmly closed did he realize that the room the girl had been in was once Soda's parent's bedroom. Now it makes sense, Dallas thought.
Mr. and Mrs. Curtis had been dead for nearly a year. They were killed in a car crash with a drunk driver. It had changed the Curtis family drastically. Darry had dropped out of college to keep his brothers, Soda quit high school to work at a job at the DX gas station, and Ponyboy had quit talking altogether. Dallas shook his head of the thoughts and concentrated on where to put the girl. He placed the girl on the living room couch and decided to wait for her to wake up before doing anything too drastic. Soda had surprised him when he recognized her as the girl that stopped in at the DX a day ago. Scowling he sat on a chair and waited for her to wake up.
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