Chapter Four
A/N: Yeah! Finally! I'm so sorry it took so incredibly long for me to update. I've been writing another story, and made the tennis team, so practices and other writing make writing this kind of difficult. HOWEVER, I'm going to work on writing three or four chapters of this before going back to anything else.
P.S. A lot of all-male correctional centers (male only jails) have gay couples contained within the walls. Oooo. If you've seen Shawshank Redemption, you know what I mean.
P.S.S. I rented Rumblefish (Matt Dillon, Mickey Rourke, Diane Lane, Nicholas Cage) over the weekend, and it was great. Go rent it. I thought it was awesome. It's in black and white for artistic purposes, and splashes of color emphasize certain objects. It's an absolutely awesome movie, though. Highly recommended.
***
Ponyboy stared at his feet, yet somehow headed straight towards the car. Feelings of indifference coursed through him; he knew how Dally'd act.
Glancing up, Ponyboy laughed at the scene before him. Two-Bit's mouth was running nonstop, and Darry's head leaned against the window, looking as if he'd rather shoot himself than listen to a second more of Two-Bit. Darry's eyes lit up when he noticed Pony headed towards them, and the car sputtered and started. He hopped into the car, temporarily silencing Two-Bit. Both sets of eyes focused on Ponyboy. Feeling Uncomfortable, he looked away and shrugged. "What?"
Darry shifted. "How'd it go?"
Eagerly, Two-Bit inquired, "They ask you to join 'em?"
Darry rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Don't ask. So." he urged, "How'd it go?"
"He didn't listen. Guards came and dragged him away, but that's Dallas Winston for ya."
Pony shrugged and studied his hands. Again. Darry rested a hand on the wheel and agreed. "Yeah," he sighed. "That's Dally, all right."
Considering the subject closed, Two-Bit clapped his hands together. "So, you see any gays?"
***
Dally woke naturally one morning, and he woke early. The cell was still dark, but Dally was able to walk around and pace without tripping. He knew the place like home now. Excitement bubbled inside him. Dally's been waiting for this day. He'd been looking forward to it.
Dallas Winston was leaving home.
After nearly an hour of sitting apprehensively on the edge of the cot, Dally heard the all-too-familiar sound of heavy footsteps and tinkling keys. The guard appeared. The cell door opened and Dally was escorted out.
For the first time in months, Dallas stepped outside. The sky was a soft, uniform blue with a few scattered clouds. The sun was bright and fresh and warm against his face. Dally closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The smell of Tulsa flooded his senses, and he felt alive again. 'This,' he thought, 'is why I came back from New York.'
He looked left. The street was empty. He looked right. The street was empty. Dally shrugged. Where to go?
He was getting excited all over again as he strode up to the Curtis's white house. Dally couldn't imagine how his friends would react when he barged into the house, surprising them. He couldn't help but smirk at the thought. Two-Bit was probably sitting on the floor, watching TV, and drinking a beer. Soda and Steve'd be playing cards, and Soda would be losing terribly. Pony'd be sprawled across the couch, absorbed in a book, and Johnny'd.
'Stay tough, stay hard,' he repeated over and over like a prayer, a chant.
Dally pushed the door open and walked in, beaming. His smile quickly faded at the sight of an empty living room, and, upon further inspection, an empty house. "Hello?" he yelled into the darkness of the house. When the only response was the echo of his own voice, he cursed and stormed out of the house.
The sky had clouded over while Dally was inside. It fit his mood perfectly. Suddenly, he was in a bad mood. Dally's gang wasn't around and he had nowhere to go, no one to talk to. He didn't have a family to go home to, and he didn't have a place to sleep tonight. The only thing he lived for was the smell of Tulsa, and he just decided it gave him a headache. The world was crap. There was no good. His pals should be with him, celebrating, not anywhere else. Ponyboy was wrong. No, Johnny was wrong.
'Stay tough, stay hard.'
There was no good. No damn good at all.
He was a little more than pissed as he stalked down the street that night. A horn disrupted Dally's thoughts. He ignored it at first. The horn kept blaring and pushed Dally to his limit. He spun around and flicked the car off. "What the hell are you doin', Dallas?"
Dally put his hand to his side and grinned. Mr. Timothy Shepard. Where are you headin' tonight?"
"Party," he answered briefly. His black eyes focused on Dally's. After a few minutes, he spoke up. "You comin' or what?"
In the back of Dally's head, a great idea presented itself. There's no good here, maybe there's some good at the party. 'Dumbass,' Dally thought to himself. 'What a stupid, freaking idea.' Nevertheless, he found himself hopping into Tim's car.
"Where's it?"
"The party?"
"Yeah. What else?"
"Watch it," Tim warned. "It's at Buck's. Again. When'd you get outta the cooler? I thought you had a month left."
"Naw, I got out this afternoon."
"Curly's in the reformatory again, for fighting." Tim ran his hand through his hair. It was long and smooth. "He's gotta learn to back up what he says."
The car jerked to a stop in front of Buck's. Tim and Dally got out of the car and sauntered up to the door. Tim amazed Dally. He was the toughest hood, he got in the most trouble, yet he was rarely in jail. How would Tim have reacted if Ponyboy told him about good? Dally wondered if he even knew.
Inside, the music blared loudly and a tap was set up next to the stair. Dally stepped back for a minute taking in the scene and unconsciously looking for anything that'd show him that life was worth living before he blew his brains out.
"Dallas," a feminine voice called. "Dallas Winston. I've been looking for you!"
He spun around and sighed. "Sylvia. How've you been?"
***
Thanks again to all of my kind reviewers! You all help me a lot! Especially.
Crazy4nc- I'm glad you love my story! Feel free to make suggestions (which way the story should/could/would go.)
Pony's girl- Awww. you love it? Thanks a ton, you don't know how much that means to me, this being my first fanfic and all.
Jessie C.- Thanks for reviewing my story! I wish I could update as often as you, but I'm not great at that.
And all the others. Thank you all very, very, very, very much!
A/N: Yeah! Finally! I'm so sorry it took so incredibly long for me to update. I've been writing another story, and made the tennis team, so practices and other writing make writing this kind of difficult. HOWEVER, I'm going to work on writing three or four chapters of this before going back to anything else.
P.S. A lot of all-male correctional centers (male only jails) have gay couples contained within the walls. Oooo. If you've seen Shawshank Redemption, you know what I mean.
P.S.S. I rented Rumblefish (Matt Dillon, Mickey Rourke, Diane Lane, Nicholas Cage) over the weekend, and it was great. Go rent it. I thought it was awesome. It's in black and white for artistic purposes, and splashes of color emphasize certain objects. It's an absolutely awesome movie, though. Highly recommended.
***
Ponyboy stared at his feet, yet somehow headed straight towards the car. Feelings of indifference coursed through him; he knew how Dally'd act.
Glancing up, Ponyboy laughed at the scene before him. Two-Bit's mouth was running nonstop, and Darry's head leaned against the window, looking as if he'd rather shoot himself than listen to a second more of Two-Bit. Darry's eyes lit up when he noticed Pony headed towards them, and the car sputtered and started. He hopped into the car, temporarily silencing Two-Bit. Both sets of eyes focused on Ponyboy. Feeling Uncomfortable, he looked away and shrugged. "What?"
Darry shifted. "How'd it go?"
Eagerly, Two-Bit inquired, "They ask you to join 'em?"
Darry rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Don't ask. So." he urged, "How'd it go?"
"He didn't listen. Guards came and dragged him away, but that's Dallas Winston for ya."
Pony shrugged and studied his hands. Again. Darry rested a hand on the wheel and agreed. "Yeah," he sighed. "That's Dally, all right."
Considering the subject closed, Two-Bit clapped his hands together. "So, you see any gays?"
***
Dally woke naturally one morning, and he woke early. The cell was still dark, but Dally was able to walk around and pace without tripping. He knew the place like home now. Excitement bubbled inside him. Dally's been waiting for this day. He'd been looking forward to it.
Dallas Winston was leaving home.
After nearly an hour of sitting apprehensively on the edge of the cot, Dally heard the all-too-familiar sound of heavy footsteps and tinkling keys. The guard appeared. The cell door opened and Dally was escorted out.
For the first time in months, Dallas stepped outside. The sky was a soft, uniform blue with a few scattered clouds. The sun was bright and fresh and warm against his face. Dally closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The smell of Tulsa flooded his senses, and he felt alive again. 'This,' he thought, 'is why I came back from New York.'
He looked left. The street was empty. He looked right. The street was empty. Dally shrugged. Where to go?
He was getting excited all over again as he strode up to the Curtis's white house. Dally couldn't imagine how his friends would react when he barged into the house, surprising them. He couldn't help but smirk at the thought. Two-Bit was probably sitting on the floor, watching TV, and drinking a beer. Soda and Steve'd be playing cards, and Soda would be losing terribly. Pony'd be sprawled across the couch, absorbed in a book, and Johnny'd.
'Stay tough, stay hard,' he repeated over and over like a prayer, a chant.
Dally pushed the door open and walked in, beaming. His smile quickly faded at the sight of an empty living room, and, upon further inspection, an empty house. "Hello?" he yelled into the darkness of the house. When the only response was the echo of his own voice, he cursed and stormed out of the house.
The sky had clouded over while Dally was inside. It fit his mood perfectly. Suddenly, he was in a bad mood. Dally's gang wasn't around and he had nowhere to go, no one to talk to. He didn't have a family to go home to, and he didn't have a place to sleep tonight. The only thing he lived for was the smell of Tulsa, and he just decided it gave him a headache. The world was crap. There was no good. His pals should be with him, celebrating, not anywhere else. Ponyboy was wrong. No, Johnny was wrong.
'Stay tough, stay hard.'
There was no good. No damn good at all.
He was a little more than pissed as he stalked down the street that night. A horn disrupted Dally's thoughts. He ignored it at first. The horn kept blaring and pushed Dally to his limit. He spun around and flicked the car off. "What the hell are you doin', Dallas?"
Dally put his hand to his side and grinned. Mr. Timothy Shepard. Where are you headin' tonight?"
"Party," he answered briefly. His black eyes focused on Dally's. After a few minutes, he spoke up. "You comin' or what?"
In the back of Dally's head, a great idea presented itself. There's no good here, maybe there's some good at the party. 'Dumbass,' Dally thought to himself. 'What a stupid, freaking idea.' Nevertheless, he found himself hopping into Tim's car.
"Where's it?"
"The party?"
"Yeah. What else?"
"Watch it," Tim warned. "It's at Buck's. Again. When'd you get outta the cooler? I thought you had a month left."
"Naw, I got out this afternoon."
"Curly's in the reformatory again, for fighting." Tim ran his hand through his hair. It was long and smooth. "He's gotta learn to back up what he says."
The car jerked to a stop in front of Buck's. Tim and Dally got out of the car and sauntered up to the door. Tim amazed Dally. He was the toughest hood, he got in the most trouble, yet he was rarely in jail. How would Tim have reacted if Ponyboy told him about good? Dally wondered if he even knew.
Inside, the music blared loudly and a tap was set up next to the stair. Dally stepped back for a minute taking in the scene and unconsciously looking for anything that'd show him that life was worth living before he blew his brains out.
"Dallas," a feminine voice called. "Dallas Winston. I've been looking for you!"
He spun around and sighed. "Sylvia. How've you been?"
***
Thanks again to all of my kind reviewers! You all help me a lot! Especially.
Crazy4nc- I'm glad you love my story! Feel free to make suggestions (which way the story should/could/would go.)
Pony's girl- Awww. you love it? Thanks a ton, you don't know how much that means to me, this being my first fanfic and all.
Jessie C.- Thanks for reviewing my story! I wish I could update as often as you, but I'm not great at that.
And all the others. Thank you all very, very, very, very much!