Movies, Anyone?
I walked to school that day with Ponyboy and Johnny, with whom I'm in the same grade. We've got all the same classes, which is great, because he's shy as anything, and I generally go through withdrawal from the group if I don't see one of them for even a few hours. Sometimes Soda and Steve will meet us for lunch, or Dally will come and take us out. When they don't come, though, Two-Bit always walks us to the drugstore or something, cracking jokes the whole way. He's the king of comedy, and he yearns for attention. I love listening to his stories, though; they're always good for a laugh.
That day, Dally came by at lunch, and I immediately noticed a cut on his lip. I looked at him suspiciously, and he knew what I meant. He smiled and put his arm loosely around my shoulders, whispering, "I'm fine, kid, I'm fine."
"So, Dal, you got any plans tonight? Pony and I wanted to head out to a movie, and I know you like 'em, too, so." Johnny looked up at Dally, his jet black eyes shining. He was sort of a kid among us, since he was small for his age (sixteen, like myself), and he had this really wary, innocent demeanor about him. He and I had been good friends since we were born, practically, and he was one of those would-hurt-a-fly types-unless someone hurts his friend. Then he'll jump up and act braver than Robin Hood.
"I dunno, Johnnycakes.yeah, I think I could do a movie. What's out?" Dally was busy doing his tough-guy walk, swaggling his hips like Elvis, as I giggled silently to myself.
"Some beach blanket movie.nothing real good," Ponyboy said, offering Johnny a cigarette, which he took. I stuck with my Diet Coke, sipping it slowly after discreetly swallowing four aspirins. My head was killing me, but I knew the guys didn't need anything else to worry about right now. I had the distinct feeling something between the Socs and the greasers was about to erupt. Last night was just a minor battle between the two gangs' all-out war. I could feel it in my gut; if one more big thing happens, everybody's going to break out into a rumble-and this time, it probably wouldn't be skin. Chains, or knives, maybe even heaters would be involved. I just hoped my brothers and friends wouldn't get in the middle of it-although I knew they already were.
"Yeah, all right, I'll come by for dinner, and we'll go. You ain't comin', Robs?" Dally asked, hanging his arm around my shoulder as he sauntered down the sidewalk.
"Nah, I'll probably do some work tonight. I've got an English paper due on Monday that I need to get done."
"Oh, c'mon, Rob, that's boring.listen, come on out with me after the movie. I'll drop the boys off at the house, and you can come by my place. Some guys are havin' a part. Sound cool?"
"No way, Dal, you know Darry'll flip. Soda, too-he's gone to some of those parties," Ponyboy said, somewhat timidly. Dally wasn't someone you talked back to, although I seemed to get away with it all the time. Ponyboy didn't, though, because Dally shot him a look of death.
"C'mon, Pony, I can talk for myself," I cut in, annoyed that my younger brother was now cutting in on my plans. I never seemed to have a voice. "Listen, Dal."
"Nah, kiddo, I get it. I shouldn't have asked ya. We'll hook up later."
"You doin' anything tomorrow afternoon?" I asked.
"Nah.you free then?"
"Pick me up after school," I told him.
"Savvy." Dally grinned and winked at me.
It's hard to explain my relationship with Dallas. I think it's hard to explain the relationship he has with anybody. He's the classic hood that people fear, the kind that will really kill you if you cross him. He has a bad temper, and I sometimes have trouble imagining him truly caring for somebody. But I remember again when he talks to me.
When he's with me, Dally acts like the most gentle, considerate, caring person on the face of the planet. I know it's not because I'm a girl, or at least it's not only because I'm a girl. He'll treat other girls like a jackass a lot of the time unless I'm there to shut him up. I don't know, he and I have been friends a long time, and he's always seemed to act different towards me. I've always appreciated that, and for that reason alone, he's special to me. But lately, our already complex relationship has changed into something.as close to romantic as it could get without Darry murdering him. Which isn't very romantic.
So, basically, we hang out a lot, generally in neutral areas, like the park or the movies, or at my house, because my brothers are always paranoid about the parties that go on at Dally's. I can understand where they're coming from, I guess, but I still feel overprotected a lot of the time.
A/N: What do you think? This chapter wasn't thrilling, I know, but there's a whole lot of drama coming up, so I needed a filler. Hope ya'll are liking it so far! And thanks for the reviews!!
Much love, Ash
I walked to school that day with Ponyboy and Johnny, with whom I'm in the same grade. We've got all the same classes, which is great, because he's shy as anything, and I generally go through withdrawal from the group if I don't see one of them for even a few hours. Sometimes Soda and Steve will meet us for lunch, or Dally will come and take us out. When they don't come, though, Two-Bit always walks us to the drugstore or something, cracking jokes the whole way. He's the king of comedy, and he yearns for attention. I love listening to his stories, though; they're always good for a laugh.
That day, Dally came by at lunch, and I immediately noticed a cut on his lip. I looked at him suspiciously, and he knew what I meant. He smiled and put his arm loosely around my shoulders, whispering, "I'm fine, kid, I'm fine."
"So, Dal, you got any plans tonight? Pony and I wanted to head out to a movie, and I know you like 'em, too, so." Johnny looked up at Dally, his jet black eyes shining. He was sort of a kid among us, since he was small for his age (sixteen, like myself), and he had this really wary, innocent demeanor about him. He and I had been good friends since we were born, practically, and he was one of those would-hurt-a-fly types-unless someone hurts his friend. Then he'll jump up and act braver than Robin Hood.
"I dunno, Johnnycakes.yeah, I think I could do a movie. What's out?" Dally was busy doing his tough-guy walk, swaggling his hips like Elvis, as I giggled silently to myself.
"Some beach blanket movie.nothing real good," Ponyboy said, offering Johnny a cigarette, which he took. I stuck with my Diet Coke, sipping it slowly after discreetly swallowing four aspirins. My head was killing me, but I knew the guys didn't need anything else to worry about right now. I had the distinct feeling something between the Socs and the greasers was about to erupt. Last night was just a minor battle between the two gangs' all-out war. I could feel it in my gut; if one more big thing happens, everybody's going to break out into a rumble-and this time, it probably wouldn't be skin. Chains, or knives, maybe even heaters would be involved. I just hoped my brothers and friends wouldn't get in the middle of it-although I knew they already were.
"Yeah, all right, I'll come by for dinner, and we'll go. You ain't comin', Robs?" Dally asked, hanging his arm around my shoulder as he sauntered down the sidewalk.
"Nah, I'll probably do some work tonight. I've got an English paper due on Monday that I need to get done."
"Oh, c'mon, Rob, that's boring.listen, come on out with me after the movie. I'll drop the boys off at the house, and you can come by my place. Some guys are havin' a part. Sound cool?"
"No way, Dal, you know Darry'll flip. Soda, too-he's gone to some of those parties," Ponyboy said, somewhat timidly. Dally wasn't someone you talked back to, although I seemed to get away with it all the time. Ponyboy didn't, though, because Dally shot him a look of death.
"C'mon, Pony, I can talk for myself," I cut in, annoyed that my younger brother was now cutting in on my plans. I never seemed to have a voice. "Listen, Dal."
"Nah, kiddo, I get it. I shouldn't have asked ya. We'll hook up later."
"You doin' anything tomorrow afternoon?" I asked.
"Nah.you free then?"
"Pick me up after school," I told him.
"Savvy." Dally grinned and winked at me.
It's hard to explain my relationship with Dallas. I think it's hard to explain the relationship he has with anybody. He's the classic hood that people fear, the kind that will really kill you if you cross him. He has a bad temper, and I sometimes have trouble imagining him truly caring for somebody. But I remember again when he talks to me.
When he's with me, Dally acts like the most gentle, considerate, caring person on the face of the planet. I know it's not because I'm a girl, or at least it's not only because I'm a girl. He'll treat other girls like a jackass a lot of the time unless I'm there to shut him up. I don't know, he and I have been friends a long time, and he's always seemed to act different towards me. I've always appreciated that, and for that reason alone, he's special to me. But lately, our already complex relationship has changed into something.as close to romantic as it could get without Darry murdering him. Which isn't very romantic.
So, basically, we hang out a lot, generally in neutral areas, like the park or the movies, or at my house, because my brothers are always paranoid about the parties that go on at Dally's. I can understand where they're coming from, I guess, but I still feel overprotected a lot of the time.
A/N: What do you think? This chapter wasn't thrilling, I know, but there's a whole lot of drama coming up, so I needed a filler. Hope ya'll are liking it so far! And thanks for the reviews!!
Much love, Ash