Chapter 10- A picture's worth a thousand words...

I don't own the Outsiders!

"I was fighting him."

"Dallas, I thought you just said y'all are friends?! What was the fight about?" she asked worriedly

"Well, we were fighting for fun then I kind of..." I trailed off not wanting to insult her.

"You kind of what Dallas?" she said, pushing me to continue

"I told him that he hits like a girl and he knocked me out to prove me wrong. We are still friends though." I said in a rush,

"Dallas, you know that's not a nice thing to say, and I don't like you getting in fights. I don't know if Tim Shepherd is a good friend to keep..." she said,

"Come on Mrs. C, I fought all the time in New York! It's a good way to blow off steam and it's better to fight a friend than someone who will really try to hurt you!" I tried to make her understand, but it was hard.

How do explain to someone a friendship built on beating each other up and still being friends? I hardly understand it myself, but it works. Tim Shepherd and I are friends. The first friend I made in Tulsa…

I forgot Dallas didn't think of us as friends at this point. He was just a mean guy that hung around our house; we didn't really know him yet.

"Not try to hurt you, he knocked you out in the street Dallas! What do you call hurting you?!" she said tired of the conversation

"At least he brought me back here, most people wouldn't have…" I muttered

"If he hadn't knocked you out, you could have walked back here. You need to take a shower, and wash your hair. You can borrow a pair of Soda's pajamas." She said.

I hated being told what to do, but I wasn't going to argue with her. I kinda like having someone care, it's nice.

I just about died laughing; Soda had said the same thing about being in love! I was getting kind of tired of reading, then I thought of something...

I flipped to the back of the notebook; maybe he had drawn more than the night sky.

I was right, I started at the back and went forward through the drawings. I was amazed at the accuracy, I thought I was the only one to look for details.

He had drawn quite a lot, everything was clear like it was a photo instead of a drawing.

We were all here, all the gangs portrats and one as group. I continued to find a drawing of Tim Shepard and another of Buck Merrill. He had also drawn his race horse, and the lot.

The next picture supprised me; when I flipped the page, I was starring at the red hair and green eyes of Cherry Valence. It was the only one in color, and (so far) the only one of a girl. I heard Dally's voice in my mind,

"you think she might like me a little bit..."

You could've had her idiot, but no you just had to go get yourself shot!

Trying to calm down, I turned to the next page. If he hadn't labled it, I never would would have guessed...

Jessie Russel Dale and Eddie, after that was a picture of mom and dad. He got them perfect; dad was grinning ear to ear, holding a football and looking at my mom in her cooking apron.

Dallas had a great memory...

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