Dally's Place
So later on that evening, I went out with Ponyboy and Johnny to the drive in to meet Dally. Two-Bit ran along after us, late as usual, as he checked out random blondes we passed on the street.
"C'mon, Two-Bit!" I called to him, becoming bored with Pony and Johnny's conversation about some girls in their English class. I needed some of Two-Bit's humor to liven up the night.
Two-Bit hurried to catch up as I halted my pace. "Bored already, shorty?"
"Yeah, sometimes I need some Keith humor," I replied, ducking as Two- Bit attempted to wrestle me to the ground, obviously bitter about his real name. No one ever calls him that, except his mother, and even then, you can tell he hates it. He's proud of his nickname, just like he's proud of being a greaser half the time.
We reached the drive-in just in time to see Dally jumping the back fence. He grinned when he spotted us and motioned for us to join him.
"C'mon, ya'll, the movie's on me tonight!" he shouted, clearly humored by the fact that he never paid to get into a movie.
We followed him into the lot and found seats near the back. The movie turned out to be okay, although I quickly grew tired with Two-Bit's obsession with throwing popcorn at the Soc couple in front of us. After throwing us dirty looks, the two moved to the other side of the theater. Two-Bit decided to follow, just for entertainment purposes, leaving me with Dally, Pony, and Johnny. Ponyboy shushed Dally and me every five seconds, as he sat, eyes glued to the screen.
"So, how much did that movie reek?" Dally asked as kicked around a glass bottle in the parking lot afterwards.
"Nobody really goes for the movie," I reminded him, winking slyly.
"No kiddin'." Dally glanced over at Johnny and my brother. "Hey, you two go on. Pony, take Johnny back to his place or somethin'. I'm gonna walk Rob home."
Johnny and Ponyboy exchanged glances before nodding.
"Gimme a sec, though," Ponyboy said, grabbing my arm sleeve and dragging me a few feet away.
"What?" I asked.
"I think it's a shitty idea."
"Excuse me?"
"Going out with Dally."
I rolled my eyes. "Pony, he's just walkin' me home. Quit actin' like we're gonna go make out in the back of his pick-up."
Ponyboy sighed. "Listen, if Dallas tries anything-"
"What? Pony, he won't. It's Dally."
"Exactly."
It was my turn to sigh. "Ponyboy, we've known him our whole lives. He'd never do anything like that to me. Don't worry, I'll be safe."
Pony nodded after a moment. "All right." He looked back at Johnny and nudged his head toward the street. "Let's go."
Dally snickered as the two of us walked off in the other direction. "What'd he say?"
"Nothing, just bein' a brother. Overprotective, as usual."
"That don't bother you?"
"Nah.well, sometimes. Like, I tried to get Darry to let me go to your place tonight, but he refused. That kinda thing gets to me, ya know?"
"Yeah, I dig." Dally gestured to the lights at the end of the block. "Well, that's my place. Why don't you come for a couple minutes at least? Darry'll never know."
I was torn. Just a couple minutes wouldn't hurt anybody. Darry would never know-Dally was right about that. So I nodded.
"Okay-just a couple minutes."
We walked down the block, the noise from his house growing louder as we approached. Dally shoved open the front door, allowing a blast of ear- piercing music and thick cigarette smoke to escape. He took my hand and led me to his room, away from the crowds.
"It ain't so loud in here," he explained. "Want anythin' to drink? I'm gonna grab a beer."
"Nah, no thanks."
"'Kay."
Dally disappeared through the door, shutting it carefully behind me. I moved over to sit down in a chair and, immediately, felt another head rush .I swore silently to myself, trying to clear everything away-the music, the loud chatter-nothing worked, though. Instead, I moved to Dally's bed and lay down slowly before drifting off to a deep sleep.
I awoke some hours later, only to find Dally drifting off in the corner of the room, in his desk chair. My heart nearly stopped when I realized how late it must be. I checked my watch in a panic-oh shit. Two- thirty in the morning? How could that have happened? I got up and hurried to Dally, who immediately woke up after I shook him on the shoulders.
"Damn, what is it?" he grumbled wearily.
"Dally, it's two-thirty in the morning! I fell asleep-Darry's gonna kill me!"
"Shit!" he exclaimed, instantly awake. He leapt to his feet and shoved his shoes on. "Okay, lemme grab my keys, I'll drive ya. Maybe he'll be asleep."
No such luck.
A/N: Thanks a million to everyone who's reviewed! You guys are the sweetest people on the planet-all of your kind words mean a lot to me, and you motivate me to keep writing! Oh, and I apologize for the similarity in storylines here (Robin's sort of like Ponyboy) but there will be greater differences later on. Stay with me, you awesome reviewers AND readers!! You guys are great.
Much love, Ash
So later on that evening, I went out with Ponyboy and Johnny to the drive in to meet Dally. Two-Bit ran along after us, late as usual, as he checked out random blondes we passed on the street.
"C'mon, Two-Bit!" I called to him, becoming bored with Pony and Johnny's conversation about some girls in their English class. I needed some of Two-Bit's humor to liven up the night.
Two-Bit hurried to catch up as I halted my pace. "Bored already, shorty?"
"Yeah, sometimes I need some Keith humor," I replied, ducking as Two- Bit attempted to wrestle me to the ground, obviously bitter about his real name. No one ever calls him that, except his mother, and even then, you can tell he hates it. He's proud of his nickname, just like he's proud of being a greaser half the time.
We reached the drive-in just in time to see Dally jumping the back fence. He grinned when he spotted us and motioned for us to join him.
"C'mon, ya'll, the movie's on me tonight!" he shouted, clearly humored by the fact that he never paid to get into a movie.
We followed him into the lot and found seats near the back. The movie turned out to be okay, although I quickly grew tired with Two-Bit's obsession with throwing popcorn at the Soc couple in front of us. After throwing us dirty looks, the two moved to the other side of the theater. Two-Bit decided to follow, just for entertainment purposes, leaving me with Dally, Pony, and Johnny. Ponyboy shushed Dally and me every five seconds, as he sat, eyes glued to the screen.
"So, how much did that movie reek?" Dally asked as kicked around a glass bottle in the parking lot afterwards.
"Nobody really goes for the movie," I reminded him, winking slyly.
"No kiddin'." Dally glanced over at Johnny and my brother. "Hey, you two go on. Pony, take Johnny back to his place or somethin'. I'm gonna walk Rob home."
Johnny and Ponyboy exchanged glances before nodding.
"Gimme a sec, though," Ponyboy said, grabbing my arm sleeve and dragging me a few feet away.
"What?" I asked.
"I think it's a shitty idea."
"Excuse me?"
"Going out with Dally."
I rolled my eyes. "Pony, he's just walkin' me home. Quit actin' like we're gonna go make out in the back of his pick-up."
Ponyboy sighed. "Listen, if Dallas tries anything-"
"What? Pony, he won't. It's Dally."
"Exactly."
It was my turn to sigh. "Ponyboy, we've known him our whole lives. He'd never do anything like that to me. Don't worry, I'll be safe."
Pony nodded after a moment. "All right." He looked back at Johnny and nudged his head toward the street. "Let's go."
Dally snickered as the two of us walked off in the other direction. "What'd he say?"
"Nothing, just bein' a brother. Overprotective, as usual."
"That don't bother you?"
"Nah.well, sometimes. Like, I tried to get Darry to let me go to your place tonight, but he refused. That kinda thing gets to me, ya know?"
"Yeah, I dig." Dally gestured to the lights at the end of the block. "Well, that's my place. Why don't you come for a couple minutes at least? Darry'll never know."
I was torn. Just a couple minutes wouldn't hurt anybody. Darry would never know-Dally was right about that. So I nodded.
"Okay-just a couple minutes."
We walked down the block, the noise from his house growing louder as we approached. Dally shoved open the front door, allowing a blast of ear- piercing music and thick cigarette smoke to escape. He took my hand and led me to his room, away from the crowds.
"It ain't so loud in here," he explained. "Want anythin' to drink? I'm gonna grab a beer."
"Nah, no thanks."
"'Kay."
Dally disappeared through the door, shutting it carefully behind me. I moved over to sit down in a chair and, immediately, felt another head rush .I swore silently to myself, trying to clear everything away-the music, the loud chatter-nothing worked, though. Instead, I moved to Dally's bed and lay down slowly before drifting off to a deep sleep.
I awoke some hours later, only to find Dally drifting off in the corner of the room, in his desk chair. My heart nearly stopped when I realized how late it must be. I checked my watch in a panic-oh shit. Two- thirty in the morning? How could that have happened? I got up and hurried to Dally, who immediately woke up after I shook him on the shoulders.
"Damn, what is it?" he grumbled wearily.
"Dally, it's two-thirty in the morning! I fell asleep-Darry's gonna kill me!"
"Shit!" he exclaimed, instantly awake. He leapt to his feet and shoved his shoes on. "Okay, lemme grab my keys, I'll drive ya. Maybe he'll be asleep."
No such luck.
A/N: Thanks a million to everyone who's reviewed! You guys are the sweetest people on the planet-all of your kind words mean a lot to me, and you motivate me to keep writing! Oh, and I apologize for the similarity in storylines here (Robin's sort of like Ponyboy) but there will be greater differences later on. Stay with me, you awesome reviewers AND readers!! You guys are great.
Much love, Ash