Slashed Tires Chapter 6
Rated pg-13 for swearing and I do this time, oh and sexual innuendoes
(that's right folks, so beware), if that matters in a rating
Disclaimer: Don't own em and don't make money.
A/N: WARNING! I totally changed Tim's personality in this chapter, but trust me there is a method to my madness. Also it was really fun to write him this way. And this chapter is weird. Beware to the reader.
Oh ya
A/N2: Thank you for reviews people! It might get a bit sappy at times becuz a) am usually tired, therefore what is truly sap seems like drama to me
b) I'm trying to put a message in this story, and it's HARD. So bear with me, and if you notice it getting stupid sappy please tell me and thanx.
Also thank you for the ideas, but when I went to write them the pen seemed to have a mind of it's own. It produced the following chapter(s). I will do them eventually though, if possible and THANK YOU!!!!
~
Dallas shoved open the door with a bang and stomped out into the open, his back to Tim, the idea of a surprise attack being launched on him clearly not presenting itself. Tim followed him wearily, his anger subsiding. He heard Buck muttering to himself. The guy really must have been hung-over to mess with Dally when he was in a dangerous mood, but apparently Dallas couldn't care less about Buck's interference. Tim sighed in annoyance, the beautiful morning ruined for him.
Dally turned swiftly to face Tim, his anger still fierce. He would have taken Buck down for getting in the way, but he wasn't stupid, and he knew in his present state there was no way in hell he was going to win a fight against two hoods at the same time. Not that Buck was much of a hood in any case. Dallas glared angrily at Tim, tensing his muscles in prepare of the fight.
Tim returned Dally's stare, not making a move. His will to fight had fled completely. Tim's eyes fell on Dally's side, where an impressive purplish bruise was forming. His gaze traveled across the others body, noting the other, smaller bruises and various cuts that he knew he hadn't caused.
Dallas followed Tim's line of sight, annoyed at the others lack of movement. "I got into a fight," he said impatiently. "Which was your fault again you mother-fucking asshole." Tim stiffened in surprise. Dally readied himself for Tim's attack, his heart beating in anticipation. But Tim relaxed and only shrugged, much to Dally's frustration.
"How is it my fault if you get your ass kicked?" Tim knew the statement would piss Dally off, maybe even push him to strike. But he didn't plan on fighting Dallas if he could help it. The guy didn't look too good, and Tim didn't want to hurt him.
Dally frowned, unsure in which direction to take Tim's comment. Deciding to ignore the insult, he charged ahead with his explanation. "One of your stupid gang guys came 'round with some story about how you and me-" Dally hesitated, not wanting to say the words. "The guy said you said me and you were, like, tight and all, and he took it as that you and me-" He stopped again. 'Damn,' he thought furiously. There was no way out but to just say it. He didn't want to. The idea embarrassed him. If he'd been anyone else he would have been squirming or blushing but the only evidence that he was uncomfortable were the abrupt endings in his speech. To make matters worse Tim was smirking, his arms folded across his chest, enjoying ever minute of Dally's embarrassment. Dally wished suddenly he had just punched Tim and left the explanation at that.
"Go on." Tim's voice danced with laughter. Dally cursed silently. Tim had to pick this day to turn into a comic instead of his usual "lemme kick your ass" attitude. No way could Dally back out now. He'd been dared to say it. If he didn't. well his pride was too great to back down now. He took a breath and said quickly and loudly:
"He said you an' me were going together like we were fucking or something." Dally's words ran together, tumbling over each other in their haste to get outta his mouth. Tim could feel his sides shaking with repressed laughter. The sight of Dally bothered like that erased any trace of anger that he would have felt at the idea that him and Dally were a closeted "item". He looked straight at Dallas. The other was glaring back at him, looking as if he'd just ran down the block and back, his face tinged pink. On anyone else it would have been a healthy glow. But Tim knew Dally was blushing and that fact broke him. Tim threw back his head, his laughter pouring out from him like water over a waterfall. It was sidesplitting, gut-busting, maniacal laughter that he had no hope of controlling.
"Shut up!" Dally yelled, launching himself at the other, who could do nothing but raise his hands helplessly as the blond knocked them both off their feet. The pair hit the ground and separated, Dally struggling to his knees, Tim rolling around on the ground laughing as loud as ever. Dally glared furiously at Tim. "It ain't funny!"
"Wrong! It's hilarious!" Tim managed to gasp out. He crawled over to Dallas and batted his eyelashes stupidly at him. "Oh Dally," he breathed in a high girly voice. "You're so strong-" His words were cut off as Dally jumped on him yet again. The two fought, and somehow, Dally ended up on top. He tugged Tim up by the front of his jacket, then slammed him down hard on the ground knocking the wind from him. Tim gasped in surprise. He hadn't expected that. He made a mental note not to underestimate his "friend" ever again. Dally slammed him down again. Tim dizzily fought for breath, bracing himself for another winding blow when suddenly a voice cried:
"WHAT the hell are you two mother-fuckers DOING?!"
Rated pg-13 for swearing and I do this time, oh and sexual innuendoes
(that's right folks, so beware), if that matters in a rating
Disclaimer: Don't own em and don't make money.
A/N: WARNING! I totally changed Tim's personality in this chapter, but trust me there is a method to my madness. Also it was really fun to write him this way. And this chapter is weird. Beware to the reader.
Oh ya
A/N2: Thank you for reviews people! It might get a bit sappy at times becuz a) am usually tired, therefore what is truly sap seems like drama to me
b) I'm trying to put a message in this story, and it's HARD. So bear with me, and if you notice it getting stupid sappy please tell me and thanx.
Also thank you for the ideas, but when I went to write them the pen seemed to have a mind of it's own. It produced the following chapter(s). I will do them eventually though, if possible and THANK YOU!!!!
~
Dallas shoved open the door with a bang and stomped out into the open, his back to Tim, the idea of a surprise attack being launched on him clearly not presenting itself. Tim followed him wearily, his anger subsiding. He heard Buck muttering to himself. The guy really must have been hung-over to mess with Dally when he was in a dangerous mood, but apparently Dallas couldn't care less about Buck's interference. Tim sighed in annoyance, the beautiful morning ruined for him.
Dally turned swiftly to face Tim, his anger still fierce. He would have taken Buck down for getting in the way, but he wasn't stupid, and he knew in his present state there was no way in hell he was going to win a fight against two hoods at the same time. Not that Buck was much of a hood in any case. Dallas glared angrily at Tim, tensing his muscles in prepare of the fight.
Tim returned Dally's stare, not making a move. His will to fight had fled completely. Tim's eyes fell on Dally's side, where an impressive purplish bruise was forming. His gaze traveled across the others body, noting the other, smaller bruises and various cuts that he knew he hadn't caused.
Dallas followed Tim's line of sight, annoyed at the others lack of movement. "I got into a fight," he said impatiently. "Which was your fault again you mother-fucking asshole." Tim stiffened in surprise. Dally readied himself for Tim's attack, his heart beating in anticipation. But Tim relaxed and only shrugged, much to Dally's frustration.
"How is it my fault if you get your ass kicked?" Tim knew the statement would piss Dally off, maybe even push him to strike. But he didn't plan on fighting Dallas if he could help it. The guy didn't look too good, and Tim didn't want to hurt him.
Dally frowned, unsure in which direction to take Tim's comment. Deciding to ignore the insult, he charged ahead with his explanation. "One of your stupid gang guys came 'round with some story about how you and me-" Dally hesitated, not wanting to say the words. "The guy said you said me and you were, like, tight and all, and he took it as that you and me-" He stopped again. 'Damn,' he thought furiously. There was no way out but to just say it. He didn't want to. The idea embarrassed him. If he'd been anyone else he would have been squirming or blushing but the only evidence that he was uncomfortable were the abrupt endings in his speech. To make matters worse Tim was smirking, his arms folded across his chest, enjoying ever minute of Dally's embarrassment. Dally wished suddenly he had just punched Tim and left the explanation at that.
"Go on." Tim's voice danced with laughter. Dally cursed silently. Tim had to pick this day to turn into a comic instead of his usual "lemme kick your ass" attitude. No way could Dally back out now. He'd been dared to say it. If he didn't. well his pride was too great to back down now. He took a breath and said quickly and loudly:
"He said you an' me were going together like we were fucking or something." Dally's words ran together, tumbling over each other in their haste to get outta his mouth. Tim could feel his sides shaking with repressed laughter. The sight of Dally bothered like that erased any trace of anger that he would have felt at the idea that him and Dally were a closeted "item". He looked straight at Dallas. The other was glaring back at him, looking as if he'd just ran down the block and back, his face tinged pink. On anyone else it would have been a healthy glow. But Tim knew Dally was blushing and that fact broke him. Tim threw back his head, his laughter pouring out from him like water over a waterfall. It was sidesplitting, gut-busting, maniacal laughter that he had no hope of controlling.
"Shut up!" Dally yelled, launching himself at the other, who could do nothing but raise his hands helplessly as the blond knocked them both off their feet. The pair hit the ground and separated, Dally struggling to his knees, Tim rolling around on the ground laughing as loud as ever. Dally glared furiously at Tim. "It ain't funny!"
"Wrong! It's hilarious!" Tim managed to gasp out. He crawled over to Dallas and batted his eyelashes stupidly at him. "Oh Dally," he breathed in a high girly voice. "You're so strong-" His words were cut off as Dally jumped on him yet again. The two fought, and somehow, Dally ended up on top. He tugged Tim up by the front of his jacket, then slammed him down hard on the ground knocking the wind from him. Tim gasped in surprise. He hadn't expected that. He made a mental note not to underestimate his "friend" ever again. Dally slammed him down again. Tim dizzily fought for breath, bracing himself for another winding blow when suddenly a voice cried:
"WHAT the hell are you two mother-fuckers DOING?!"