Slashed Tires Chapter 15
A/N: Another chapter not going anywhere in the plot. But oh well, it was fun, which means there are a lot of sexual innuendoes again. And yeah it's still Dally.
P.S. Sorry if no one enjoys this. But, well, it's a transition chapter I guess.
P.P.S. Ok the chapter's kinda stupid. Very sorry.
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'Johnny. No way do I really lo-' Dally winced. Even in his own mind he had troubles with that damn word. 'I don't LOVE him,' he forced himself to think the word. 'And even if I did it's not in that way.' He nodded forcefully, convinced of this fact. If he was going to love someone in that way it'd be someone like Darry with his muscles or Soda with his shining hair and blue eyes-
"What the hell am I thinking?!" Dally said loudly. Two-Bit glanced over, surprised at the sudden noise.
"Alright Dallas?" he asked cocking an eyebrow.
"I'm fine. Fine you hear? Just leave me alone." Two-Bit rolled his eyes, watching as Dally jerked himself up from the table and stomped out through the kitchen door.
'Classic Dallas Winston type exit,' he thought smirking. Out loud he said: "Who jammed a stick up his ass?"
Soda shrugged. He was busy pretending to eat his toast. Two-Bit sighed in annoyance; Soda'd been way too quiet for his liking the past few days.
Darry spoke up. "Think he's having troubles with his love life." Both Two- Bit and Sodapop looked up, astonished, but Darry only smirked.
"You mean, Sylvia? Hell, I wouldn't think Dally'd care-"
"Oh, no. Not Sylvia. I think maybe it's someone who shares more of his, um, physical attributes." Darry was really enjoying himself now. He was grinning stupidly, laughter shining in his eyes.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Two-Bit demanded just as Soda asked "Are you drunk man?" Darry waved the questions off and disappeared through the door after Dally.
Soda shrugged again and went back to shredding his breakfast. He didn't really give a fuck about Dally's love life at the moment, not when his was so badly torn. He licked a bit of jam off his finger, sighing inwardly. He felt guilty as hell obsessing over Sandy while his brother was missing. 'And wanted for murder,' Soda reminded himself miserably.
Two-Bit meanwhile was having the epiphany of a lifetime. If Soda had bothered to turn his head 15° to the right he would have seen his joking friend sitting straight up in his seat, mouth open, eyes wide and staring in horror. In his mind, the greaser was recreating the scene two mornings ago in front of Buck's house. Now that he thought about it, he was surprised that Dally hadn't beat Tim up for tickling him. And what had he been doing in the first place on top of Tim? And Darry's hint; Dally and Tim were two of a kind. Granted, they had different colour hair, different builds, different features entirely, but Two-Bit chose to overlook this fact. It was plain what Darry had meant: Dally liked a GUY. 'It all makes sense,' he mused.
"Oh my God." Soda looked up, hearing his friend speak. He raised his eyebrows, finally noticing Two-Bit's expression.
"What?" Soda asked unwittingly. At that moment the door opened and Tim walked in, looking pissed.
"Any a yous seen Buck lately? He owes me some money-" Tim stopped, suddenly aware that Two-Bit was staring at him in a very strange way. Before he could say anything, Two-Bit burst out:
"Dally's in LOVE with you!"
Darry wrenched open the door, and pulled himself in, shock written all over his features. "What?" he said. "I thought he was in love with Johnny!" Soda stared openly at his brother and Two-Bit. Dally in love?! They were both crazy. Then the reality of what they were saying hit him and he lurched to his feet. Dally was queer?!
"Wait just a minute now," Tim protested, visibly shaken. He turned to Two- Bit. "What the hell do you mean, 'Dally's in love with me'?" Two-Bit shook his head and pointed at Darry who raised his hands defensively.
"I don't know nothing about him lovin' you Tim. But last night I coulda sworn he almost said he loved Johnny."
Tim sat down heavily on a chair. "No way. That's just not possible."
Two-Bit nodded soberly. "Anything's possible. I guess Dally's…" he trailed off, and everyone cringed, knowing exactly what word would end that sentence. Dallas chose this moment to make his entrance.
"Forgot my jacket," he announced, marching in the kitchen door. He glared at Tim who was staring at him like he'd never seen him before. Dally frowned and took a couple of steps into the room. Darry backed up.
"What now?" he said exasperated. He was tired of people looking at him like he'd grown another nose or something.
"You ain't in love with no one?" Tim said abruptly. Dally smiled. He'd spent the last 15 minutes wondering how he'd answer that question if Darry ever asked, and he'd finally come up with a solution.
"Of course not you moron. Who d'you think you're talking to?" It sounded perfectly believable to his ears, but one look around the room and Dally could tell no one was convinced. Finally Soda spoke up.
"Dally you ain't…gay?" Dally stared at his friends, hoping he'd heard wrong. 'Am I?' he thought feeling slightly dizzy. He forced himself to look Soda in the eye. Then Dally imagined kissing him. The thought was so revolting he almost laughed.
"No. I am not gay," Dally replied with utmost confidence. He shook his head vehemently. "I like girls," he added. When this got no response Dally felt his temper rise. "What – you want me to prove it? I'd fuck any girl alive! Hell I'll do it in front of y'all if you want! Just run out a grab that pretty little broad there and do it right in her pretty little convertible- " Dally froze. Then he glanced back behind him. A girl, 16 maybe, tall, Socy clothes, fancy car…red hair.
'Oh hell,' he thought.
A/N: Another chapter not going anywhere in the plot. But oh well, it was fun, which means there are a lot of sexual innuendoes again. And yeah it's still Dally.
P.S. Sorry if no one enjoys this. But, well, it's a transition chapter I guess.
P.P.S. Ok the chapter's kinda stupid. Very sorry.
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'Johnny. No way do I really lo-' Dally winced. Even in his own mind he had troubles with that damn word. 'I don't LOVE him,' he forced himself to think the word. 'And even if I did it's not in that way.' He nodded forcefully, convinced of this fact. If he was going to love someone in that way it'd be someone like Darry with his muscles or Soda with his shining hair and blue eyes-
"What the hell am I thinking?!" Dally said loudly. Two-Bit glanced over, surprised at the sudden noise.
"Alright Dallas?" he asked cocking an eyebrow.
"I'm fine. Fine you hear? Just leave me alone." Two-Bit rolled his eyes, watching as Dally jerked himself up from the table and stomped out through the kitchen door.
'Classic Dallas Winston type exit,' he thought smirking. Out loud he said: "Who jammed a stick up his ass?"
Soda shrugged. He was busy pretending to eat his toast. Two-Bit sighed in annoyance; Soda'd been way too quiet for his liking the past few days.
Darry spoke up. "Think he's having troubles with his love life." Both Two- Bit and Sodapop looked up, astonished, but Darry only smirked.
"You mean, Sylvia? Hell, I wouldn't think Dally'd care-"
"Oh, no. Not Sylvia. I think maybe it's someone who shares more of his, um, physical attributes." Darry was really enjoying himself now. He was grinning stupidly, laughter shining in his eyes.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Two-Bit demanded just as Soda asked "Are you drunk man?" Darry waved the questions off and disappeared through the door after Dally.
Soda shrugged again and went back to shredding his breakfast. He didn't really give a fuck about Dally's love life at the moment, not when his was so badly torn. He licked a bit of jam off his finger, sighing inwardly. He felt guilty as hell obsessing over Sandy while his brother was missing. 'And wanted for murder,' Soda reminded himself miserably.
Two-Bit meanwhile was having the epiphany of a lifetime. If Soda had bothered to turn his head 15° to the right he would have seen his joking friend sitting straight up in his seat, mouth open, eyes wide and staring in horror. In his mind, the greaser was recreating the scene two mornings ago in front of Buck's house. Now that he thought about it, he was surprised that Dally hadn't beat Tim up for tickling him. And what had he been doing in the first place on top of Tim? And Darry's hint; Dally and Tim were two of a kind. Granted, they had different colour hair, different builds, different features entirely, but Two-Bit chose to overlook this fact. It was plain what Darry had meant: Dally liked a GUY. 'It all makes sense,' he mused.
"Oh my God." Soda looked up, hearing his friend speak. He raised his eyebrows, finally noticing Two-Bit's expression.
"What?" Soda asked unwittingly. At that moment the door opened and Tim walked in, looking pissed.
"Any a yous seen Buck lately? He owes me some money-" Tim stopped, suddenly aware that Two-Bit was staring at him in a very strange way. Before he could say anything, Two-Bit burst out:
"Dally's in LOVE with you!"
Darry wrenched open the door, and pulled himself in, shock written all over his features. "What?" he said. "I thought he was in love with Johnny!" Soda stared openly at his brother and Two-Bit. Dally in love?! They were both crazy. Then the reality of what they were saying hit him and he lurched to his feet. Dally was queer?!
"Wait just a minute now," Tim protested, visibly shaken. He turned to Two- Bit. "What the hell do you mean, 'Dally's in love with me'?" Two-Bit shook his head and pointed at Darry who raised his hands defensively.
"I don't know nothing about him lovin' you Tim. But last night I coulda sworn he almost said he loved Johnny."
Tim sat down heavily on a chair. "No way. That's just not possible."
Two-Bit nodded soberly. "Anything's possible. I guess Dally's…" he trailed off, and everyone cringed, knowing exactly what word would end that sentence. Dallas chose this moment to make his entrance.
"Forgot my jacket," he announced, marching in the kitchen door. He glared at Tim who was staring at him like he'd never seen him before. Dally frowned and took a couple of steps into the room. Darry backed up.
"What now?" he said exasperated. He was tired of people looking at him like he'd grown another nose or something.
"You ain't in love with no one?" Tim said abruptly. Dally smiled. He'd spent the last 15 minutes wondering how he'd answer that question if Darry ever asked, and he'd finally come up with a solution.
"Of course not you moron. Who d'you think you're talking to?" It sounded perfectly believable to his ears, but one look around the room and Dally could tell no one was convinced. Finally Soda spoke up.
"Dally you ain't…gay?" Dally stared at his friends, hoping he'd heard wrong. 'Am I?' he thought feeling slightly dizzy. He forced himself to look Soda in the eye. Then Dally imagined kissing him. The thought was so revolting he almost laughed.
"No. I am not gay," Dally replied with utmost confidence. He shook his head vehemently. "I like girls," he added. When this got no response Dally felt his temper rise. "What – you want me to prove it? I'd fuck any girl alive! Hell I'll do it in front of y'all if you want! Just run out a grab that pretty little broad there and do it right in her pretty little convertible- " Dally froze. Then he glanced back behind him. A girl, 16 maybe, tall, Socy clothes, fancy car…red hair.
'Oh hell,' he thought.