Slashed Tired Chapter 3
A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews! And ya Dally was kinda a wimp. Oh well I'm working on it, promise!
Disclaimer: Characters belong to S.E. Hinton blah blah blah no money making etceteras.
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Dallas stumbled up the steps to Buck Merrils place. He caught himself on the metal rail then banged on the door with his other hand. He leaned his head against the cool brick of the house, and waited. The faint sounds of laughter and song filtered through the thin wood of the door. Dally shifted closer trying to hear them. The sounds were happy and carefree, pulling his thoughts away from his pain. The door was wrenched open interrupting his reverie and Buck stuck his head out into the air. He turned it left, then right, and grinned seeing Dally.
"Shit man, you look like hell," Buck drawled.
"Fuck you," Dally replied half-heartedly. He was tired, but he straightened, and gave Buck his best commanding look.
"I want a place to sleep for awhile," he said gazing steadfastly at his friend. Buck shifted uncomfortably under Dally's look and glanced down at his feet.
"I got rooms," he said finally. "You know that."
Dallas stepped forward suddenly and Buck backed off, startled. Dally ignored him, pushing past into the crowded room. Buck disappeared back into the crowd. Dally moved easily through the mass of people toward the stairs. The music and laughter that had seemed so pleasant outside grated on his nerved now, making his head pound with it's volume. Ignoring his discomfort, Dally tried to relax and make like he was having a good time. He smiled at a few people, brushed off some drunk blonde who was trying to seduce him then came to a halt in front of the stairs. A sudden hush fell across the room. Sylvia was sitting on the couch, her arms wrapped around another, lips locked in a passionate kiss. The couple looked up, sensing trouble. Dally hardly felt a thing at the sight of his ex-girlfriend making out with some guy. Sylvia was a bitch, and not really pretty in any case. But, his pride was on the line now. He had to defend his former claim on her. It was an unwritten law.
Ignoring the stabbing pain in his side, Dally stalked forward. The guy sat frozen, staring stupidly at Dallas, his eyes wide. Dally reached the couple and with one swift move hauled the other man up by his collar. Sylvia shrieked indignantly, but Dallas barely even noticed her. He slammed the guy hard into the wall. The other squirmed in fear, tugging uselessly at Dally's grip. Dallas punched him once and Sylvia screamed witlessly. Dallas stepped back from the guy, who dropped instantly, rubbing his jaw. He glanced up, cringing under Dally's gaze, then fairly ran from the room. Dallas smirked then turned, pushing past an angrily sputtering Sylvia. The crowd parted for him like the sea parted for Moses, and he made his way smoothly up the stairs. Below him, he heard the murmurs grow as the party resumed.
He slid into the room and closed the door swiftly behind him. Safe away from judging eyes, Dally flopped down on the bed, sighing loudly. Remembering the look of terror on the face of Sylvia's guy he felt a rush of giddiness and he laughed softly to himself.
'So easy!' he thought delightedly. He'd expected more of a fight from Sylvia's man. She wasn't usually interested in wimps.
Dally sighed again, his excitement fading. He rubbed his head, his headache returning with a vengeance. Remembering why he'd needed a room, Dally sat up and tugged his shirt off. He inspected his side. There was no blood, only the beginnings of what promised to be a very colourful bruise. Dally lay down again grimacing slightly. His side hurt, but he had been hurt worse before, and the bed was soft and inviting. He kicked off his shoes and curled up on his side, burrowing his head into the thin pillow. Old and tattered, the bed was still something of a luxury to Dallas who'd spent nights out in the rain on a bench or curled up against a building. It didn't take long for him to fall into a deep dreamless sleep.
A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews! And ya Dally was kinda a wimp. Oh well I'm working on it, promise!
Disclaimer: Characters belong to S.E. Hinton blah blah blah no money making etceteras.
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Dallas stumbled up the steps to Buck Merrils place. He caught himself on the metal rail then banged on the door with his other hand. He leaned his head against the cool brick of the house, and waited. The faint sounds of laughter and song filtered through the thin wood of the door. Dally shifted closer trying to hear them. The sounds were happy and carefree, pulling his thoughts away from his pain. The door was wrenched open interrupting his reverie and Buck stuck his head out into the air. He turned it left, then right, and grinned seeing Dally.
"Shit man, you look like hell," Buck drawled.
"Fuck you," Dally replied half-heartedly. He was tired, but he straightened, and gave Buck his best commanding look.
"I want a place to sleep for awhile," he said gazing steadfastly at his friend. Buck shifted uncomfortably under Dally's look and glanced down at his feet.
"I got rooms," he said finally. "You know that."
Dallas stepped forward suddenly and Buck backed off, startled. Dally ignored him, pushing past into the crowded room. Buck disappeared back into the crowd. Dally moved easily through the mass of people toward the stairs. The music and laughter that had seemed so pleasant outside grated on his nerved now, making his head pound with it's volume. Ignoring his discomfort, Dally tried to relax and make like he was having a good time. He smiled at a few people, brushed off some drunk blonde who was trying to seduce him then came to a halt in front of the stairs. A sudden hush fell across the room. Sylvia was sitting on the couch, her arms wrapped around another, lips locked in a passionate kiss. The couple looked up, sensing trouble. Dally hardly felt a thing at the sight of his ex-girlfriend making out with some guy. Sylvia was a bitch, and not really pretty in any case. But, his pride was on the line now. He had to defend his former claim on her. It was an unwritten law.
Ignoring the stabbing pain in his side, Dally stalked forward. The guy sat frozen, staring stupidly at Dallas, his eyes wide. Dally reached the couple and with one swift move hauled the other man up by his collar. Sylvia shrieked indignantly, but Dallas barely even noticed her. He slammed the guy hard into the wall. The other squirmed in fear, tugging uselessly at Dally's grip. Dallas punched him once and Sylvia screamed witlessly. Dallas stepped back from the guy, who dropped instantly, rubbing his jaw. He glanced up, cringing under Dally's gaze, then fairly ran from the room. Dallas smirked then turned, pushing past an angrily sputtering Sylvia. The crowd parted for him like the sea parted for Moses, and he made his way smoothly up the stairs. Below him, he heard the murmurs grow as the party resumed.
He slid into the room and closed the door swiftly behind him. Safe away from judging eyes, Dally flopped down on the bed, sighing loudly. Remembering the look of terror on the face of Sylvia's guy he felt a rush of giddiness and he laughed softly to himself.
'So easy!' he thought delightedly. He'd expected more of a fight from Sylvia's man. She wasn't usually interested in wimps.
Dally sighed again, his excitement fading. He rubbed his head, his headache returning with a vengeance. Remembering why he'd needed a room, Dally sat up and tugged his shirt off. He inspected his side. There was no blood, only the beginnings of what promised to be a very colourful bruise. Dally lay down again grimacing slightly. His side hurt, but he had been hurt worse before, and the bed was soft and inviting. He kicked off his shoes and curled up on his side, burrowing his head into the thin pillow. Old and tattered, the bed was still something of a luxury to Dallas who'd spent nights out in the rain on a bench or curled up against a building. It didn't take long for him to fall into a deep dreamless sleep.