Yeah....today ain't been a good day at all. I have the worst dream imaginable and then I find out that Dally's been lyin' to me about where Ponyboy and Johnny have been hidin'. I guess his excuse was good enough. But still.......it really hurt to know that he didn't trust me (then again...Dallas Winston don't trust anybody. I'll bet he's even lied to Johnny a couple of times).
So right now, I was drivin' Dally over to the Curtis' in my black 1949 Plymouth Sedan (four wheel drive....thing really sucks, if you ask me). It used to be my dad's car...he even ran out on us at one point and took the car with him...but he eventually came back whenever he had nearly killed the damn thing and gave it to me as a "starter car". Nobody in the gang really knew that dad had come back, nobody except Darry and Dally. I try to keep my personal life to myself most of the time....I only open up to people about the most pointless things in my life (things that the majority of are all probably little white lies).
I tried to be as laid-back and stupid as possible and I usually always succeed to other people who don't care to look deeper into things. Truth is....I'm a very thoughtful person. Now don't get all carried away and start thinkin' I'm like Ponyboy 'cuz I ain't. I just think about more things than I let on.
Because, hey....whenever you're a gay eighteen year old junior with no job and a crappy ass car with a boyfriend who seems to fear openin' up to you, it's VERY okay to keep things secret. Still....it felt really good to finally come out to my little sister. I swore that if I had kept it to myself any longer, I'd go mad! So now...I guess the only people who know I'm gay is Dally, Kimmy, Buck, and apparently a few cops accordin' to Dally.
Suddenly, my lame excuse of a car started stoppin'...breakin' me from my thoughts. "Damnit..." Dally looked over at me and eyed me up and down. "Your car sucks, man."
I looked over at him with a "no der, shitface" look on my face. "No kiddin', Sherlock!" I winded the car back up and continued the drive. Normally, we would've just walked...but I was in such a terrible mood that I didn't even feel like walkin'.
Too bad I'll have to put my mask back on in a few minutes... "Two-bit, we're here." I looked up and saw that we had just pulled into Darry's front yard. I pushed my foot down for the brakes....but it didn't wanna work.
Why ain't it workin'?! "Two-bit, I SAID we're here!" I shook my head as I continued to press down on the pedal. "What the...hell?"
Dally threw his arms up. "TREE!" I looked up to see that we were nearin' on a tree that was probably well over twenty feet tall. Before I could do anythin', Dally grabbed the wheel and managed to steer us outta the way.
"What the HELL's wrong with you?! You tryin' to get us killed or somethin'?" Why were we still goin'!?!? Shit, man....we're gonna DIE!! Oh god, oh god.....
C'mon Keith, getta grip on yourself...no need for Dally to see a grown man piss himself. "Dally, the car ain't stoppin'...." He looked over at me with his usual angry-toned expression. "Whaddya mean the car ain't stoppin'?!"
I looked over at him for a brief moment until we heard a loud screech from the road. We both looked forward to see that we were about to crash into a brick wall. Simultaneously, we started freakin' out (nah...we didn't start screamin'....not like one of those crappy films that they sometimes show at the Nightly Double). Dally unlocked his door and looked over at me again.
"Quickly, do as I do!" He opened his door and hopped out, rollin' on the street. I nodded as I repeated his actions and ended up skiddin' several feet back away from my still movin' car. I sat up just in time to see my piece of shit ride crashin' hard into the wall.
I didn't feel sad or mad...I felt very...happy! I hated that deathtrap! So as I stood up, I just stared at my semi-totaled ride. Dally walked over to my side.
"*huff* Looks like your *huff* brakes finally went out." Naw, shit? "*huff* Yeah....*huff*" So just a few minutes, we just stared at my "car".
"I'll just get Soda and Steve to fix it." Dally nodded as we turned around to walk for the Curtis' house. My car had driven us a little ways away from their house and by the time we finally made it there, it was already 3:00 P.M. (it took a long time to finally get Dally settled and set to leave. We left my house around 2:45 and walked for about fifteen minutes to Darry's place. I might not be good at Math, but I knew how to check time.) As we entered, we came to see Soda sittin' lazily on the couch, watchin' TV.
"Hey, little buddy. That's MY job you're doin'!" Soda lazily looked up at me and waved. "Hey Two-bit......hey Dally." Dally waved back lightly and stepped forward to say, "You look like shit, man."
The handsome boy smiled and came back lazily with, "So do you." Dally gave a weak smirk and continued with, "Yeah well....Two-bit's car....his brakes went out on us. We had walk for about fifteen minutes just to get here." Soda's eyes widened. "No way? Dude....I always knew your car was useless but....golly..."
I chuckled. "Always hated that car....you think you and Steve could fix it later?" He looked up as if thinkin' about somethin' and then nodded. I smiled and started walkin' for the bathroom (hey, whenever you've just experienced almost dyin' and have had to hold your bladder for...pretty much all day, you'd do the same!).
It took way longer for me to exit than I thought. After I'd done emptied myself of all the excess water, I sat on the floor for a little while and thought about all that had happened today. Today...well...like I said earlier...it SUCKED. My car crashin' just adds on to every possible thing that could happen to me....what next....is Dally gonna break-up with me?
Ugh.....I don't wanna think about that happenin'. I really don't know what I'd ever do without Dally...even though we've only been together for four days, it's already felt like we've been together longer. I'm tellin' you....I'm crazy over this boy. Like...if gays were able to get married.....I'd marry him.
But what are the odds of gays ever bein' able to get married? Not much....we're kinda hated around here. One of the many reasons I'm still practically closeted to most people. If we weren't, everything would be so much better.
It's almost comparin' us Greasers to Socs. The Socs are the rich kids with the fancy cars and just...well....everything they could ever want in the palm of their sweaty hands and people love them. We Greasers are poor and have to actually know how to survive (somethin' the Socs will NEVER learn on their own) and we're hated for it. Same thing for "normal" people and people like me and Dally.
It ain't fair....you know that, I know that....everybody like me knows that. I mean, I already can't have kids since I ain't got any desire to fuck a woman......I don't need to be hated for who I am. Man...I wish I was a little kid again. Then I wouldn't have to worry about things like this.
I eventually broke outta my trance and listened through the door. Soda and Dally were talkin' about somethin'....probably Ponyboy. I exited the bathroom and walked back to the living room. They both stopped talkin' and looked over at me.
"It took you ten minutes to pee?" I rubbed the back of my head. "I kinda dozed off afterwards...." Soda started shakin' his head.
"God almighty, Two-bit....you should get more sleep. That way you won't have to worry 'bout fallin' over into the can or anything like that." I grinned at the handsome teenager. "True. Like they say....it's better to be pissed off than pissed on." Dally chuckled for a second (the first sound to come outta him since I had come back).
Dally's reaction caused Soda to give him a stern look. "And YOU still need to tell me where where my little brother's at!" My boyfriend sighed. "I dunno where they're at, Soda."
Dally rolled his eyes. "I don't know where the hell they are, man." Soda's eyes fumed as he headed into the kitchen and came back holdin' Ponyboy's sweat shirt. "Oh yeah? Then how do you explain THIS?!"
Dally studied it for a moment. "How'd you-" "I went over to Buck's the other day for details on the next rodeo for me and Steve to compete in and I found it lyin' in Buck's bedroom. If you think I'm gonna believe you on not knowin' where he is, you've got another thing comin'!" I looked over at Dally and he just sighed and replied with, "I ain't gotta clue where he's at."
Sodapop sighed and looked at me for a second before turnin' around to walk over to his room. "If you won't tell me where he is....you can at least send him a message for me." He opened his door only to come back with a blank piece of paper and a pencil. Me and Dal just watched him for some time.
He looked like he was strugglin' a bit with the writin'. He kept erasin' and re-writtin' over and over again. Eventually he stopped and folded the paper into a note. "Here, give this to him next time you see him."
He handed the note to Dally and I looked at it for a second. "Can I read it, Soda?" He sighed and just nodded. Dally handed the note to me and I unfolded it to read.
Hmmm...let's see what it says. Darry's sorry for...WHAT?! "Darry hit him?" I looked up with questionin' eyes.
Soda nodded slowly. "He was out late and Darry was just tryin' to warn him....it got carried away..." I looked down and continued to read. Not much of anythin' new.
The only thing other than Darry hittin' Ponyboy that I didn't know about was the police comin' to question Darry and Sodapop. After I had finished the letter, I asked Soda what the deal was. "The cops came over this mornin'....after you and Dally had left. They didn't stay long....just askin' us questions about Ponyboy and we told 'em everything we knew." I nodded as I folded the note back and handed it back to Dally.
"Oh and here." Soda tossed over a couple of bills over to Dally. "It's half of my paycheck. Pony'll need it, surely." Dally examined the money for a moment and nodded.
We started to head off for the door before Soda called again. "Hey Two-bit?" We stopped and I turned to face 'im. "Yeah?"
"I-I don't wanna sound like a loser or anythin'...but do you think you can stay here and keep me company until Steve and Darry get off work? I would've gone today, but I've been so darn worried about Ponyboy lately that I couldn't bring myself to go. So I just called in sick. And...I really need somebody to talk to about this....Darry's not here and Steve gets annoyed everytime I ask him....so can you please stay?" I looked over at Dally for a moment and then back at Soda. "Sure, I'll stay. Ain't got nothin' else to do." Soda smiled.
"Thank you, man." I nodded and looked back at Dally. Then I turned back to Sodapop. "But first I need to tell Dally somethin' outside."
He smiled again. "Sure, go ahead." I smiled as me and Dally walked onto the porch, bein' sure to get outta Soda's sight. Whenever we were safe, Dally said, "I'll convince Buck to let me use his ride. His place ain't far from here."
I sighed. "I know....I just wish I could go with you." Dally perked my chin up and landed a sweet, soft kiss on it. As he broke it, he leaned back.
"I said I wanted you to forgive me, right?" I nodded slowly, still mesmerized by the kiss. He grinned. "Then I'm gonna check up on the kiddies for ya. Take care, man."
He gently wrapped his arms around my waist as I did his neck and we just held each other for a brief moment. "Take care, Dal...." He bit my neck hard, causin' me to moan a bit. He chuckled as he pulled back.
"That'll give ya somethin' to think about while I'm gone." I rubbed my neck lovingly as I found myself starin' at his crotch. He grabbed my chin and lifted it up slowly. "When I get back, okay?"
I nodded as he gave me another quick kiss on the lips. And with that, he headed off for the street. I couldn't stop watchin' in despair as the boy I loved was goin' away. He kept lookin' back at me, sighin'.
Whenever he had finally left, I sighed heavily. I wish I hadn't made him leave for Windrixville. I wanted him to still be here...but at the same time, I wanted him to check on my best friends. After all, we was all worried about them.
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I dunno how, but this somehow reminded me of Blues Clues with the whole letter thing. XD lol....It puts the weird mental image of Dally giving Ponyboy the letter and Pony breaking into song singing, "We just gotta letter, we just gotta letter, we just gotta letter, wonder who it's from?" XD Gawd......that's terrible! xD...*dies laughing*