1 Slashed Tires Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this still? Whatever, all the characters belong to S.E.Hinton, unless you see one which wasn't in any of her books, then it's probably mine etc. Oh and I took some of the lines from the book but it's a little hard not to do that here. Or at least not to do that without making a chapter in between which I should have done OH WELL.
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"Daaallyyyy!"
Dallas woke with a jolt. He sat up quickly wondering if he'd still been dreaming when he'd heard his name. Someone was banging on the door to his room.
"Dally! Jeez man."
Dally groaned softly. He rubbed his eyes, wearily thinking that he hadn't had nearly enough sleep.
"DALLAS!"
"WHAT!!!!!" he yelled back stumbling to the door and yanking it open. Buck stood, one hand on his hip, the other poised to knock. If Dallas had opened the door one second later, he would have been slugged in the head. The thought nearly made him smile, and he had to remind himself to give Buck the standard 'look'. "This better be important." He glowered menacingly at Buck, who was looking as if he'd had about 10 too many beers.
"Ya gots companys Dallas," Buck slurred waving his hand around vaguely at nothing. "Saids was important."
"Who is it?" Dally asked impatiently.
"Kids, said it was important."
"I know Buck. Who was it."
"Kids."
"What kids."
"Dunno."
Dally threw his hands up in disgust. Giving up on Buck he stomped angrily down the stairs, Buck following unsteadily. The party was still going full force, and Buck was soon lost, having been offered yet another drink. Dally pushed through the crowd and made his way to the front hall. The crowd had pushed up nearly to the door, so Dally didn't see who was waiting for him until he was nearly a foot away.
'Johnny? Ponyboy? What on earth are they doing here?' Dally glanced suspiciously at the two youths.
"Ok kids, whatta ya need me for?" Johnny looked up at Dallas. His eyes were wide and dark in his pale face. They had a haunted look to them that made Dallas suddenly wonder what kind of news they were here to bring. He glanced at Ponyboy, but the kid looked as freaked as Johnny.
"Dally," Johnny said his name quietly, almost pleading, "we need your help."
Dallas was silent, stunned with the drama in all of this. Johnny took a deep breath then went on, his voice steady but no louder.
"I killed a Soc."
Dally almost laughed with surprise. He smirked at Johnny. "Well, good for you kid."
Johnny gave him a tiny wavering smile. But Dally could tell he wasn't proud of it. 'Strange kid. Probably just worried 'bout the fuzz.' Dally's listened intently as Johnny went into the details of the story, Ponyboy occasionally adding in. Ponyboy looked even worse than Johnny did. His eyes were filled with terror, and he looked like he was going to be sick as Johnny told his tale. Dally couldn't figure it out. He would have been proud as hell to teach one of those rich bastards a lesson. Something that wouldn't be forgotten soon. He leaned against the wall and listened to Johnny's story with half an ear. There was something bothering him, a thought lurking at the edges of his mind, showing itself in slight glimpses that only served to pique his interest further. A feeling, one he wasn't comfortable with. Giving in to his curiosity, he let his mind turn fully to this thought, letting Johnny's story drift from his consciousness. He was shocked to find the feeling was that of unease. He was uneasy with the death of that Soc, uneasy with Johnny's killing, uneasy with anything and everything that had to do with this.murder. It was a dangerous thought and he pushed it quickly from his mind. It refused to disappear, lingering in bits and pieces, in vague flashes of discomfort, taunting him with the idea that maybe some part of him still had a care for the value of a human life.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this still? Whatever, all the characters belong to S.E.Hinton, unless you see one which wasn't in any of her books, then it's probably mine etc. Oh and I took some of the lines from the book but it's a little hard not to do that here. Or at least not to do that without making a chapter in between which I should have done OH WELL.
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"Daaallyyyy!"
Dallas woke with a jolt. He sat up quickly wondering if he'd still been dreaming when he'd heard his name. Someone was banging on the door to his room.
"Dally! Jeez man."
Dally groaned softly. He rubbed his eyes, wearily thinking that he hadn't had nearly enough sleep.
"DALLAS!"
"WHAT!!!!!" he yelled back stumbling to the door and yanking it open. Buck stood, one hand on his hip, the other poised to knock. If Dallas had opened the door one second later, he would have been slugged in the head. The thought nearly made him smile, and he had to remind himself to give Buck the standard 'look'. "This better be important." He glowered menacingly at Buck, who was looking as if he'd had about 10 too many beers.
"Ya gots companys Dallas," Buck slurred waving his hand around vaguely at nothing. "Saids was important."
"Who is it?" Dally asked impatiently.
"Kids, said it was important."
"I know Buck. Who was it."
"Kids."
"What kids."
"Dunno."
Dally threw his hands up in disgust. Giving up on Buck he stomped angrily down the stairs, Buck following unsteadily. The party was still going full force, and Buck was soon lost, having been offered yet another drink. Dally pushed through the crowd and made his way to the front hall. The crowd had pushed up nearly to the door, so Dally didn't see who was waiting for him until he was nearly a foot away.
'Johnny? Ponyboy? What on earth are they doing here?' Dally glanced suspiciously at the two youths.
"Ok kids, whatta ya need me for?" Johnny looked up at Dallas. His eyes were wide and dark in his pale face. They had a haunted look to them that made Dallas suddenly wonder what kind of news they were here to bring. He glanced at Ponyboy, but the kid looked as freaked as Johnny.
"Dally," Johnny said his name quietly, almost pleading, "we need your help."
Dallas was silent, stunned with the drama in all of this. Johnny took a deep breath then went on, his voice steady but no louder.
"I killed a Soc."
Dally almost laughed with surprise. He smirked at Johnny. "Well, good for you kid."
Johnny gave him a tiny wavering smile. But Dally could tell he wasn't proud of it. 'Strange kid. Probably just worried 'bout the fuzz.' Dally's listened intently as Johnny went into the details of the story, Ponyboy occasionally adding in. Ponyboy looked even worse than Johnny did. His eyes were filled with terror, and he looked like he was going to be sick as Johnny told his tale. Dally couldn't figure it out. He would have been proud as hell to teach one of those rich bastards a lesson. Something that wouldn't be forgotten soon. He leaned against the wall and listened to Johnny's story with half an ear. There was something bothering him, a thought lurking at the edges of his mind, showing itself in slight glimpses that only served to pique his interest further. A feeling, one he wasn't comfortable with. Giving in to his curiosity, he let his mind turn fully to this thought, letting Johnny's story drift from his consciousness. He was shocked to find the feeling was that of unease. He was uneasy with the death of that Soc, uneasy with Johnny's killing, uneasy with anything and everything that had to do with this.murder. It was a dangerous thought and he pushed it quickly from his mind. It refused to disappear, lingering in bits and pieces, in vague flashes of discomfort, taunting him with the idea that maybe some part of him still had a care for the value of a human life.