1 Slashed Tires Chapter 12
A/N: Sorry if this chapter sucks, I wrote it between exams.
P.S. Thank you all for such kind reviews! V. thankful, but am undeserving.
P.P.S. I dunno, I think Darry's smart, so he uses big words in my fic.
P.P.P.S. Sorry if it's hard to follow.
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Dally stormed into the Curtis house, Two-Bit right behind him. Soda looked up from his breakfast, startled by the sudden appearance of his two friends. His jaw dropped as his ocean blue eyes took in the sight before him.
"Holy crap! Dallas, what happened?"
Dally glared down at the blond teen, who was still openly staring, his eyes wide, a spoon held halfway to his mouth.
"See?" yelped Two-Bit triumphantly. "I told you that you looked like hell Dally."
"Soda, this ass is driving me crazy," Dally said through clenched teeth. "Will you do something to shut him up before I crack his head open!" Dally paused, then as an afterthought added: "Please." Soda dropped the spoon and goggled at Dally in exaggerated shock. He looked at Two-Bit, then back at Dally, shook his head, and stuck a finger in his ear.
"Say again Dallas, I swear I heard you say please." Two-Bit laughed wildly, looping over to pat Soda on the back. Dally dropped into a chair and groaned softly in defeat.
"Taught him that word yesterday." Two-Bit smirked as Dally sat up quickly in his chair, a look of alarm passing over his face.
Soda peered at Dally, intrigued. "Taught him how?" Was Two-Bit responsible for how Dally looked?
Before either Two-Bit or Dally could answer a sharp ringing cut through the air. A second later, the boys heard Darry's familiar holler.
"I got it!" Darry ambled into the room, clutching the phone in both hands. He nodded at Two-Bit, raised his eyebrows over Dally's appearance, and patted Soda on the head. Soda leapt to his feet mouthing "Who is it?" to his brother. Darry waved him off, almost tripping over the phone cord in his efforts to get away.
"Yes this is he." Darry's fave twisted for a split second into a look of distaste before resuming its usual blank, tough expression. "Oh, hello officer." Darry shoved once more at Soda, who had grabbed Darry's arm roughly at these words. Glaring at his brother, Darry made his way back to the living room. "No, we haven't heard from them."
Dally made a face. He'd almost been able to forget about Ponyboy and Johnny with Two-Bit rambling in his ear about how he looked. Now Soda was gazing at him with pleading eyes, begging without words for Dally to tell the whereabouts of his younger brother. Two-Bit shifted beside him, clearly uncomfortable with the tension.
"So," Two-Bit started, his gaze travelling rapidly back and forth between the two teens, "did y'all hear that one about the giraffe, who goes into this bar, and, get this, he says, right, he says-" Two-Bit was suddenly cut off by loud, furious cursing from the living room. All three boys looked up as Darry came flying back into the kitchen,
"So!" he seethed, his angry gaze fixed on Dally. "You couldn't tell us where they were but you had no trouble spilling your guts to the police huh!" At that moment, Dally thanked God for his horrible appearance, knowing that how he looked was the only thing that kept Darry from immediately leaping for his throat.
"Where are they?" Soda gasped, wide eyes burning into Dally's.
"Texas, that's what the cops said," Darry snapped.
"Texas!" Two-Bit yelped. "I am so there!" He tore through the kitchen into the living room. "Where do y'all keep your suitcases?"
"How dare you!" Darry was livid. "You, ASININE little…you, you…ah!" Words failing him, Darry lunged for Dally missing only as the blond scurried beneath his grasp.
"It's not like that!" Dally managed to gasp, before he had to dodge another of Darry's murderous swipes.
"Dally," Soda was on the verge of tears, "how could you?"
"I didn't-" Dally cut himself off with a yelp, diving behind a chair, narrowly missing being crushed by Darry's grabbing hands.
"Screw the suitcase!" Two-Bit was back. "Long trip…need food!" He made a dash for the fridge, tripping Darry in the process.
Dally hurried behind Soda, his voice rising to a shriek, "I tell you it's NOT LIKE THAT!"
"I thought you were out friend!" Soda was making no attempts to hurt him, but his eyes were bright with tears, his voice choked up.
"Damn you I am!" I didn't tell nobody where them boys are!" Dally ducked as Darry tumbled over his brother trying to get at the tow-headed teen.
"You liar!" Darry snarled.
"Apples, love them apples," Two-Bit yelped stupidly.
"YES!" Dally shouted, raising a fist in triumph. "I AM a liar!"
Darry stopped a confused look on his handsome face.
"What?" Soda asked blankly, all at once he sadness vanishing from his face.
"Later dudes!" Two-Bit cried, tearing out the door.
"I lied to them friggin' police! Pony and Johnnycake ain't nowhere near Texas!" Dally panted.
Darry's mouth worked fervently as he processed this information. "Oh," he managed finally, a sheepish smile replacing his anger.
"You mean, they're safe?" Soda asked breathlessly.
"For now, yeah." Dally dropped back onto a chair, relief flooding his features.
Soda whooped. "Thank God!"
"Yeah," Darry grimaced. "Uh, about the whole, um, asinine thing Dally, I…well, sorry."
Dally gave him a small smile. "Yeah. Right." He glanced around and sighed.
"Where's Two-Bit?" Soda asked suddenly.
A/N: Sorry if this chapter sucks, I wrote it between exams.
P.S. Thank you all for such kind reviews! V. thankful, but am undeserving.
P.P.S. I dunno, I think Darry's smart, so he uses big words in my fic.
P.P.P.S. Sorry if it's hard to follow.
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Dally stormed into the Curtis house, Two-Bit right behind him. Soda looked up from his breakfast, startled by the sudden appearance of his two friends. His jaw dropped as his ocean blue eyes took in the sight before him.
"Holy crap! Dallas, what happened?"
Dally glared down at the blond teen, who was still openly staring, his eyes wide, a spoon held halfway to his mouth.
"See?" yelped Two-Bit triumphantly. "I told you that you looked like hell Dally."
"Soda, this ass is driving me crazy," Dally said through clenched teeth. "Will you do something to shut him up before I crack his head open!" Dally paused, then as an afterthought added: "Please." Soda dropped the spoon and goggled at Dally in exaggerated shock. He looked at Two-Bit, then back at Dally, shook his head, and stuck a finger in his ear.
"Say again Dallas, I swear I heard you say please." Two-Bit laughed wildly, looping over to pat Soda on the back. Dally dropped into a chair and groaned softly in defeat.
"Taught him that word yesterday." Two-Bit smirked as Dally sat up quickly in his chair, a look of alarm passing over his face.
Soda peered at Dally, intrigued. "Taught him how?" Was Two-Bit responsible for how Dally looked?
Before either Two-Bit or Dally could answer a sharp ringing cut through the air. A second later, the boys heard Darry's familiar holler.
"I got it!" Darry ambled into the room, clutching the phone in both hands. He nodded at Two-Bit, raised his eyebrows over Dally's appearance, and patted Soda on the head. Soda leapt to his feet mouthing "Who is it?" to his brother. Darry waved him off, almost tripping over the phone cord in his efforts to get away.
"Yes this is he." Darry's fave twisted for a split second into a look of distaste before resuming its usual blank, tough expression. "Oh, hello officer." Darry shoved once more at Soda, who had grabbed Darry's arm roughly at these words. Glaring at his brother, Darry made his way back to the living room. "No, we haven't heard from them."
Dally made a face. He'd almost been able to forget about Ponyboy and Johnny with Two-Bit rambling in his ear about how he looked. Now Soda was gazing at him with pleading eyes, begging without words for Dally to tell the whereabouts of his younger brother. Two-Bit shifted beside him, clearly uncomfortable with the tension.
"So," Two-Bit started, his gaze travelling rapidly back and forth between the two teens, "did y'all hear that one about the giraffe, who goes into this bar, and, get this, he says, right, he says-" Two-Bit was suddenly cut off by loud, furious cursing from the living room. All three boys looked up as Darry came flying back into the kitchen,
"So!" he seethed, his angry gaze fixed on Dally. "You couldn't tell us where they were but you had no trouble spilling your guts to the police huh!" At that moment, Dally thanked God for his horrible appearance, knowing that how he looked was the only thing that kept Darry from immediately leaping for his throat.
"Where are they?" Soda gasped, wide eyes burning into Dally's.
"Texas, that's what the cops said," Darry snapped.
"Texas!" Two-Bit yelped. "I am so there!" He tore through the kitchen into the living room. "Where do y'all keep your suitcases?"
"How dare you!" Darry was livid. "You, ASININE little…you, you…ah!" Words failing him, Darry lunged for Dally missing only as the blond scurried beneath his grasp.
"It's not like that!" Dally managed to gasp, before he had to dodge another of Darry's murderous swipes.
"Dally," Soda was on the verge of tears, "how could you?"
"I didn't-" Dally cut himself off with a yelp, diving behind a chair, narrowly missing being crushed by Darry's grabbing hands.
"Screw the suitcase!" Two-Bit was back. "Long trip…need food!" He made a dash for the fridge, tripping Darry in the process.
Dally hurried behind Soda, his voice rising to a shriek, "I tell you it's NOT LIKE THAT!"
"I thought you were out friend!" Soda was making no attempts to hurt him, but his eyes were bright with tears, his voice choked up.
"Damn you I am!" I didn't tell nobody where them boys are!" Dally ducked as Darry tumbled over his brother trying to get at the tow-headed teen.
"You liar!" Darry snarled.
"Apples, love them apples," Two-Bit yelped stupidly.
"YES!" Dally shouted, raising a fist in triumph. "I AM a liar!"
Darry stopped a confused look on his handsome face.
"What?" Soda asked blankly, all at once he sadness vanishing from his face.
"Later dudes!" Two-Bit cried, tearing out the door.
"I lied to them friggin' police! Pony and Johnnycake ain't nowhere near Texas!" Dally panted.
Darry's mouth worked fervently as he processed this information. "Oh," he managed finally, a sheepish smile replacing his anger.
"You mean, they're safe?" Soda asked breathlessly.
"For now, yeah." Dally dropped back onto a chair, relief flooding his features.
Soda whooped. "Thank God!"
"Yeah," Darry grimaced. "Uh, about the whole, um, asinine thing Dally, I…well, sorry."
Dally gave him a small smile. "Yeah. Right." He glanced around and sighed.
"Where's Two-Bit?" Soda asked suddenly.