A/N- Here's chapter four! This one's in Dally's POV, since it the book it did say that he was close to the Curtis' mum. I don't know who to do after this, so ideas would be more than welcome, and please review! Once again, this is for my beta-reader Phoebe!
Disclaimer- I don't own, I don't earn, please don't sue me.
It all started the day of Mr. and Mrs. Curtis' funeral. That was such a bad day for the whole gang, because we felt so sorry for Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy. But I felt sad for another reason entirely. I'd miss them both, but especially Mrs. Curtis. She was so beautiful, so golden...she really listened to people and cared about their problems. And she was smart. She knew the score. She had truly cared about me, I always knew that. I felt a lump grow in my throat, and terrified, tears pricked the corners of my eyes. It had been so long since I'd felt this much emotion. I fought down the tears until I was under control. What was wrong with me? I was tough, cold, mean Dallas; never caring about anything, never giving a Yankee dime about anyone but myself. So why was I so sad now? And then I knew, though I hated admitting it to myself. I'd never had a real family, unless you count the gang. My parents had kicked me out when I was ten; there was no one else. But I knew that day
that Mrs. Curtis was the closest thing to a mother that I'd ever had. She'd loved me, kept me out of trouble when she could...and in a real funny way, I'd loved her too. That is, if I even knew how to love. But now she was gone. And I'd never get to tell her that. Goodbye...Mom, I thought in my heart. She was one of the only people I let myself love. And she was gone. I'd always remember her as my mother. But I thought that I'd never love anyone again. Sometimes that's just the way it is.
A/N- I know that was bad...but I didn't know how else to do Dallas! Please review; I love suggestions on what I can do to make the story better!
Disclaimer- I don't own, I don't earn, please don't sue me.
It all started the day of Mr. and Mrs. Curtis' funeral. That was such a bad day for the whole gang, because we felt so sorry for Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy. But I felt sad for another reason entirely. I'd miss them both, but especially Mrs. Curtis. She was so beautiful, so golden...she really listened to people and cared about their problems. And she was smart. She knew the score. She had truly cared about me, I always knew that. I felt a lump grow in my throat, and terrified, tears pricked the corners of my eyes. It had been so long since I'd felt this much emotion. I fought down the tears until I was under control. What was wrong with me? I was tough, cold, mean Dallas; never caring about anything, never giving a Yankee dime about anyone but myself. So why was I so sad now? And then I knew, though I hated admitting it to myself. I'd never had a real family, unless you count the gang. My parents had kicked me out when I was ten; there was no one else. But I knew that day
that Mrs. Curtis was the closest thing to a mother that I'd ever had. She'd loved me, kept me out of trouble when she could...and in a real funny way, I'd loved her too. That is, if I even knew how to love. But now she was gone. And I'd never get to tell her that. Goodbye...Mom, I thought in my heart. She was one of the only people I let myself love. And she was gone. I'd always remember her as my mother. But I thought that I'd never love anyone again. Sometimes that's just the way it is.
A/N- I know that was bad...but I didn't know how else to do Dallas! Please review; I love suggestions on what I can do to make the story better!