Chapter Two
A/N: I'm sorry if these chapters are really short. They look so much longer when I write them in my notebook.
Dally had taken all he could stand. His anger was bottled up inside him, waiting for the perfect moment to come out. 'This is terrific,' Dally thought bitterly. 'Alone in a cell, and nothing to punch but the wall.' Dal had tried that, but the only result was a sore scratched fist and a string of swears. He couldn't stand being cooped up like that. Sure, Dallas Winston had been locked up countless times before, but every time before now, he knew when he got out, he'd be able to talk to the gang. Now, the gang was one man short, and Dally wasn't sure how he'd cope. He did know he needed someone to talk with, and the guard was fed up with Dally's hot temper and cold remarks. He wondered if he could use his one phone call to call Two-Bit or Darry and ask if they could bail him out. The guard wasn't helping with Dally's temper. Dally yelled to the guard, asking if he could use his phone call. The guard ignored him and went on reading the newspaper like he hadn't heard a thing. Dallas swore a blue streak and whirred around, pounding his fist into the wall. He stood, leaning against the wall, for a good while, before falling to his knees and burying his head in his hands. Dally whispered to himself quietly, "How am I going to do this?"
"How am I going to do this?" Ponyboy mumbled to himself.
"Do what?" Soda questioned from the other side of the couch. Ponyboy half- jumped. He forgot he wasn't alone.
"I've got to tell Dallas about. stuff."
"Stuff?" asked Soda in mock excitement. He cocked an eyebrow. "If I had known it was that important..."
"Sodapop, I've gotta tell him about sunsets."
Soda looked at Pony with an expression somewhere between sorrow and worry. "Aw, Pony. You know Dally. He won't listen."
Now, Ponyboy looked at Soda. "I've gotta do it. for Johnny."
Soda gazed intently at his hands. He let out a deep sigh. "Well, maybe." Soda trailed off. All of a sudden, Sodapop flashed his trademark grin. "Don't you have a paper to write?" Soda asked, playfully messing up Ponyboy's hair.
Ponyboy nodded and headed towards his room. He heard light footsteps behind him and whipped around to find Soda trailing him. "Pony," he said, "I forgot to tell you, but Darry got us in." After seeing Ponyboy's obviously puzzled expression, he added, "To see Dallas."
A/N: I'm sorry if these chapters are really short. They look so much longer when I write them in my notebook.
Dally had taken all he could stand. His anger was bottled up inside him, waiting for the perfect moment to come out. 'This is terrific,' Dally thought bitterly. 'Alone in a cell, and nothing to punch but the wall.' Dal had tried that, but the only result was a sore scratched fist and a string of swears. He couldn't stand being cooped up like that. Sure, Dallas Winston had been locked up countless times before, but every time before now, he knew when he got out, he'd be able to talk to the gang. Now, the gang was one man short, and Dally wasn't sure how he'd cope. He did know he needed someone to talk with, and the guard was fed up with Dally's hot temper and cold remarks. He wondered if he could use his one phone call to call Two-Bit or Darry and ask if they could bail him out. The guard wasn't helping with Dally's temper. Dally yelled to the guard, asking if he could use his phone call. The guard ignored him and went on reading the newspaper like he hadn't heard a thing. Dallas swore a blue streak and whirred around, pounding his fist into the wall. He stood, leaning against the wall, for a good while, before falling to his knees and burying his head in his hands. Dally whispered to himself quietly, "How am I going to do this?"
"How am I going to do this?" Ponyboy mumbled to himself.
"Do what?" Soda questioned from the other side of the couch. Ponyboy half- jumped. He forgot he wasn't alone.
"I've got to tell Dallas about. stuff."
"Stuff?" asked Soda in mock excitement. He cocked an eyebrow. "If I had known it was that important..."
"Sodapop, I've gotta tell him about sunsets."
Soda looked at Pony with an expression somewhere between sorrow and worry. "Aw, Pony. You know Dally. He won't listen."
Now, Ponyboy looked at Soda. "I've gotta do it. for Johnny."
Soda gazed intently at his hands. He let out a deep sigh. "Well, maybe." Soda trailed off. All of a sudden, Sodapop flashed his trademark grin. "Don't you have a paper to write?" Soda asked, playfully messing up Ponyboy's hair.
Ponyboy nodded and headed towards his room. He heard light footsteps behind him and whipped around to find Soda trailing him. "Pony," he said, "I forgot to tell you, but Darry got us in." After seeing Ponyboy's obviously puzzled expression, he added, "To see Dallas."