1 Slashed Tires Chapter 17
A/N: For those of you who don't know, Angela and Curly are Tim's younger brother and sister.
P.S. Personally I think that this chapter is a little slow and weird.
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Dally absently watched Soda and Steve play cards. Soda was losing, even though he was cheating. Come to think of it, Soda really sucked at cards. He turned away from the game, sighing with boredom. His eyes registered Two- Bit, sitting across from him. Two-Bit looked up, saw Dally and shook his head, laughing softly to himself. 'Stupid ass,' Dally thought for what felt like the fiftieth time that day. Dally ran a hand through his hair, marveling at how smooth it felt. Darry had flatly refused to have him in his house if Dally didn't take a shower first. Dallas agreed without arguing; his ego was somewhat wounded after his encounter with the redheaded Soc. His confidence had diminished further when he'd had to ask Darry for help figuring out how to take a shower. His face burning he'd accepted the towel from a laughing Darry, frantically trying to remember which soap he was supposed to use, and how to turn on the water. But the final blow had come when Darry had lent him some clothes. The shirt had hung down halfway to his knees, and he'd had to borrow jeans from Soda, which were still in constant danger of falling down. Darry had commented on how he looked like a little kid dressed up in his big brother's clothes while Soda had jokingly asked Dally if he'd grown above 4 feet yet. Dally had been too embarrassed to do more than throw a few swear words at the brothers.
Now he simply glowered back at Two-Bit who smirked and said loudly: "That Cherry's one good lookin' broad. Maybe I should ask her out?" Dally glared once more at Two-Bit. The guy was really pushing it.
Dally lifted himself out of the chair and brushed past the wise-cracker out the door muttering: "Going to have a smoke."
"You sure you want to go out in public wearing those clothes?" Two-Bit called, and Dally answered with an automatic: "Fuck you."
Outside night had fallen. The air was cool and a brisk wind had picked up. Dally lit his cigarette, wondering miserably why he'd even bothered to ask Cherry out. 'At least they don't think I'm gay no more,' he thought smirking slightly.
Darry leaned on the screen door watching Dally try to blow a smoke ring. "You really can't go out in those clothes Dallas," he said, making the blond jump. Dallas glanced back at Darry. "Whatsit to you," he growled. Darry shrugged.
"You can borrow some of Pony's clothes-"
"Abso-fucking-lutely not!"
"Fine. Go out looking like a moron then," Darry snapped turning away from the door. "Goddamn mother fucking idiot."
Dally sighed grinding out his cigarette. He closed his eyes searching for the memory of Cherry driving away, her hair fanning out behind her like a veil. It stuck in his mind; it was such a vivid preservation he could swear he heard the sound of her car roaring down the streets. Dally frowned looking up as the noise got louder. That was no memory. He waited, listening to the sound of the approaching car. The car rounded the corner, it's lights flaring in the dark. Dally relaxed as the car drew up beside the Curtis house. It wasn't Cherry. The door swung open and Tim leapt out of the car.
"See you got some new tires," Dally commented, vaguely aware that he was being an annoying bastard.
"Fuck it Dallas, not in the mood." Tim looked down, his brow furrowing. "Did you shrink or somethin'?"
Darry appeared again at the door. "What's going on?" he demanded, a frown forming on his face.
"Some Soc came around, jumped Curly. Theys both got picked up by the fuzz."
Dally snorted. "So?"
Tim ignored him. "Angela was with the kid – turns out some Socs nabbed her. Dragged her off in their car when the cops came." Tim slid past Dally into the house, looking madder than heck. Darry and Dallas followed him into the living room. "That's going too far, dragging the girls into it," Tim ranted. "Me and my boys are planning on goin' down to one of their social clubs – the one the guy who jumped Curly belonged to." He paused then swung around to face Darry. "We could use your help," he added.
"What's happening?" Steve asked. Soda took the opportunity to switch his 3 of clubs for Steve's ace of hearts.
"The Socs nabbed Angela," Darry said grimly. Tim swore softly. Dally looked at his friend almost with pity; he knew how protective Tim was of his sister.
Two-Bit stood up, his eyes wide. "But she's a girl! What would they want with…" he fell silent a look of horror appearing on his face. An image of his innocent kid sister flashed before his eyes and he shuddered.
Steve watched Two-Bit and Tim closely. He had no siblings; the closest he'd come to those feelings of protectiveness was with Johnny. But he knew about anger. And he was definitely feeling some of that for the Socs.
"Sure we'll help you out," Soda was saying. "When are you goin'?"
"Now," Tim replied. "My gang's back at my place waiting-"
"Now? Like this minute?" Dally interrupted.
Tim rounded on him. "Yeah. I'd like to see her back alive Dallas."
A/N: For those of you who don't know, Angela and Curly are Tim's younger brother and sister.
P.S. Personally I think that this chapter is a little slow and weird.
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Dally absently watched Soda and Steve play cards. Soda was losing, even though he was cheating. Come to think of it, Soda really sucked at cards. He turned away from the game, sighing with boredom. His eyes registered Two- Bit, sitting across from him. Two-Bit looked up, saw Dally and shook his head, laughing softly to himself. 'Stupid ass,' Dally thought for what felt like the fiftieth time that day. Dally ran a hand through his hair, marveling at how smooth it felt. Darry had flatly refused to have him in his house if Dally didn't take a shower first. Dallas agreed without arguing; his ego was somewhat wounded after his encounter with the redheaded Soc. His confidence had diminished further when he'd had to ask Darry for help figuring out how to take a shower. His face burning he'd accepted the towel from a laughing Darry, frantically trying to remember which soap he was supposed to use, and how to turn on the water. But the final blow had come when Darry had lent him some clothes. The shirt had hung down halfway to his knees, and he'd had to borrow jeans from Soda, which were still in constant danger of falling down. Darry had commented on how he looked like a little kid dressed up in his big brother's clothes while Soda had jokingly asked Dally if he'd grown above 4 feet yet. Dally had been too embarrassed to do more than throw a few swear words at the brothers.
Now he simply glowered back at Two-Bit who smirked and said loudly: "That Cherry's one good lookin' broad. Maybe I should ask her out?" Dally glared once more at Two-Bit. The guy was really pushing it.
Dally lifted himself out of the chair and brushed past the wise-cracker out the door muttering: "Going to have a smoke."
"You sure you want to go out in public wearing those clothes?" Two-Bit called, and Dally answered with an automatic: "Fuck you."
Outside night had fallen. The air was cool and a brisk wind had picked up. Dally lit his cigarette, wondering miserably why he'd even bothered to ask Cherry out. 'At least they don't think I'm gay no more,' he thought smirking slightly.
Darry leaned on the screen door watching Dally try to blow a smoke ring. "You really can't go out in those clothes Dallas," he said, making the blond jump. Dallas glanced back at Darry. "Whatsit to you," he growled. Darry shrugged.
"You can borrow some of Pony's clothes-"
"Abso-fucking-lutely not!"
"Fine. Go out looking like a moron then," Darry snapped turning away from the door. "Goddamn mother fucking idiot."
Dally sighed grinding out his cigarette. He closed his eyes searching for the memory of Cherry driving away, her hair fanning out behind her like a veil. It stuck in his mind; it was such a vivid preservation he could swear he heard the sound of her car roaring down the streets. Dally frowned looking up as the noise got louder. That was no memory. He waited, listening to the sound of the approaching car. The car rounded the corner, it's lights flaring in the dark. Dally relaxed as the car drew up beside the Curtis house. It wasn't Cherry. The door swung open and Tim leapt out of the car.
"See you got some new tires," Dally commented, vaguely aware that he was being an annoying bastard.
"Fuck it Dallas, not in the mood." Tim looked down, his brow furrowing. "Did you shrink or somethin'?"
Darry appeared again at the door. "What's going on?" he demanded, a frown forming on his face.
"Some Soc came around, jumped Curly. Theys both got picked up by the fuzz."
Dally snorted. "So?"
Tim ignored him. "Angela was with the kid – turns out some Socs nabbed her. Dragged her off in their car when the cops came." Tim slid past Dally into the house, looking madder than heck. Darry and Dallas followed him into the living room. "That's going too far, dragging the girls into it," Tim ranted. "Me and my boys are planning on goin' down to one of their social clubs – the one the guy who jumped Curly belonged to." He paused then swung around to face Darry. "We could use your help," he added.
"What's happening?" Steve asked. Soda took the opportunity to switch his 3 of clubs for Steve's ace of hearts.
"The Socs nabbed Angela," Darry said grimly. Tim swore softly. Dally looked at his friend almost with pity; he knew how protective Tim was of his sister.
Two-Bit stood up, his eyes wide. "But she's a girl! What would they want with…" he fell silent a look of horror appearing on his face. An image of his innocent kid sister flashed before his eyes and he shuddered.
Steve watched Two-Bit and Tim closely. He had no siblings; the closest he'd come to those feelings of protectiveness was with Johnny. But he knew about anger. And he was definitely feeling some of that for the Socs.
"Sure we'll help you out," Soda was saying. "When are you goin'?"
"Now," Tim replied. "My gang's back at my place waiting-"
"Now? Like this minute?" Dally interrupted.
Tim rounded on him. "Yeah. I'd like to see her back alive Dallas."