Chapter Five
A/N: What's this? OMG, I updated! And it didn't take me 3 weeks! What an accomplishment.
P.S. Hey, I'm 25% of the way to my goal of 100 reviews! Hooray!
P.S.S. Yeah, this is my first fanfic. Thanks to everyone that says it's good. BTW, what's R&R mean?
***
Dally turned his head and spit out some of Sylvia's blonde hair. Until now, their lips had been locked in a passionate kiss. They were sitting side by side on a bed in one of Buck's upstairs rooms. Sylvia sighed and threw herself backwards. "Oh, Dally," she said breathlessly, "I've missed you so much."
His arm inched around Sylvia's shoulders. Dally hoisted her up so their faces were inches apart. "I've missed you, too," he whispered.
In a second, his lips were on hers. This was good, this was love. Dally didn't feel alone anymore. Life was worth living, he was living for her. Dally's hands moved up and down her back and finally rested around her waist. They fell backwards together onto the bed. Sylvia's fingers toyed with the blonde's hair after they stopped. Dallas and Sylvia sat hand in hand. Dally sat propped up by the headboard, and Sylvia had, too, until she laid her head in Dally's lap and curled up on the bed. His rhythmic breathing was enough to put Sylvia to sleep, but her eyes would not shut. They wandered lazily around the room. It was dark, lit only by a dim lamp in the corner, and messy. She didn't mind, though; nothing was great in the neighborhood. "Dally, you know those other guys meant nothing to me," she said earnestly.
His cold, blue eyes gazed into her own. Dally smiled, and a smile from Dallas Winston was very rare. Sylvia couldn't resist smiling back. She looked away. Sylvia drew her knees closer to her chest as she lay curled up. Dally ran his hand through her hair, and she sighed. "I just wanted you, Dallas," she half-sobbed. "I just missed you so damn much."
She sat up and threw her arms around Dally's shoulders. Dally let her cling to him for a minute before gently taking her arms and setting them in her lap. Although her lipstick was smudged, she looked beautiful in the mellow light of the room. With some difficulty, Dally pried the ring off his finger and placed it on Sylvia's. "There ya go, doll," he drawled. "Now, come 'ere."
Sylvia squeaked as Dallas pulled her towards him. He kissed her deeply once again, and they fell asleep together in the serene light of the room.
***
"Where's your ring?"
"Huh?" Dally said stupidly.
"Where is your ring?"
"Where were you last night?"
Two-Bit shook his head and scoffed. "Where is your ring?" he snapped.
"Gave it to Sylvia. Where were y'all last night?"
Two-Bit nearly froze in his tracks. "I thought you two were old news," he mused.
"So, where were you," Dally inquired.
Two-Bit smirked. "When'd you see Sylvia?"
"Where were you?" Dally snapped.
"Isn't it annoying when people don't answer questions right away?"
Dally rolled his eyes. He was hoping to reach the Dingo soon. He was tired; he stayed out late last night. "Yeah," Dallas grunted, "Where were you?"
"We all went to the movies," the greaser replied.
They walked in silence the rest of the way. Dallas was lost in thought. Why was he going out with Sylvia again? 'We were old news,' he thought. 'She was two-timin' me. But, she did say she was sorry,' he reasoned. 'If there's supposed to be good in the world maybe she's it. Maybe she really loves me. Maybe. she's my savior.'
Dally was beginning to feel really. happy. He felt content. It seemed like his life was on the right track for once. He'd never really felt loved before. But, would Sylvia be here forever? 'Yeah,' Dally assured himself. 'Of course. She'll always be here for me.'
"Hey, Dal!"
Two-Bit's voice broke into his thoughts. Dally turned around to face Two- Bit, but he was yards away. "Door's over here, Einstein," Two-Bit joked. "You gonna walk through the window?"
Dally grinned and looked down. His eyes avoided Two-Bit, who was standing in the doorway of the Dingo, grinning wildly. He ran a hand nervously through his brilliant hair, messing it up more than it already was, and stalked through the doorway. "I was thinkin'," he mumbled as he walked hurriedly past Two-Bit.
"First time in a long time," the wise-cracking greaser muttered to himself.
The Dingo was a mess. Napkins and garbage were scattered over the floor, names were carved on tables and booths, not all of the lights worked, and pictures hanging on the wall had broken frames. A cloud of smoke hung constantly overhead, but the greasers had to be content. Other than Jay's, this was the only place they were welcome.
He and Two-Bit each hopped on barstools and ordered. Dallas asked for a beer and was denied one at first. After arguing with the bartender for ten minutes, something clicked. Dally reached around and dug into his back pocket. "See?" Dally held the fake ID between his fingers at eye level. "I'm twenty-one, damnit, and I think I deserve a beer."
The bartender shrugged. He couldn't argue with an ID. Seconds later, a mug containing the amber liquid was placed in front of Dallas. Two-Bit licked his lips, wanting to have a drink himself. Two-Bit didn't have a fake ID.
Dally downed the drink in a matter of seconds. He slammed the glass down and wiped his mouth. "Take it easy there, Grant," Two-Bit said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Huh?" Dally replied. "Who's Grant?"
"Some ol' guy. He was a drunk. Learned that in school," Two-Bit stated, grinning proudly.
Dally just laughed. "Keep 'em comin'!" he yelled to the bartender.
Suddenly, the smile vanished from Dally's face as he pictured an older man yelling the exact same thing. A man whose blonde hair had thinned with age, a man with icy, blue eyes. A drunk man who spent what little money he had not on his son, but on booze. Dally felt guilty; he'd never given the man a chance, but then again, the man had never given Dally a chance either. What if a chance was given? What if.
A loud thud interrupted Dally's thoughts. Some foam sloshed out the side and landed in little puddles on the counter. Dally shoved the drink towards Two-Bit. He pushed away from the counter and stood up. After lighting a cigarette, he began to walk away. Two-Bit's voice temporarily stopped him. "Where ya goin', man?"
"I'm goin' to talk. with my dad."
***
Special thanks to all of my reviewers, again, especially.
Jessie C.- Yeah, I guess you're right. Hell, I know you're right! As long as I update! I wanna start updating more often, though. I love writing.
Joce- Yeah, they got back together, but it has a point! I swear! You'll see how it ends up, how it fits in the plot. You won't be disappointed!
MissLKid- You're always here! Thanks for the kind reviews!
ModestVanity- Did I update soon enough? LOL! Thanks, I try to do my best with the cliffhangers.
Pony's Girl- Thank you so much! I'm happy you enjoy it so much!
Dally'sGirl4Life- It's so nice to get reviews! Much thanks!
A/N: What's this? OMG, I updated! And it didn't take me 3 weeks! What an accomplishment.
P.S. Hey, I'm 25% of the way to my goal of 100 reviews! Hooray!
P.S.S. Yeah, this is my first fanfic. Thanks to everyone that says it's good. BTW, what's R&R mean?
***
Dally turned his head and spit out some of Sylvia's blonde hair. Until now, their lips had been locked in a passionate kiss. They were sitting side by side on a bed in one of Buck's upstairs rooms. Sylvia sighed and threw herself backwards. "Oh, Dally," she said breathlessly, "I've missed you so much."
His arm inched around Sylvia's shoulders. Dally hoisted her up so their faces were inches apart. "I've missed you, too," he whispered.
In a second, his lips were on hers. This was good, this was love. Dally didn't feel alone anymore. Life was worth living, he was living for her. Dally's hands moved up and down her back and finally rested around her waist. They fell backwards together onto the bed. Sylvia's fingers toyed with the blonde's hair after they stopped. Dallas and Sylvia sat hand in hand. Dally sat propped up by the headboard, and Sylvia had, too, until she laid her head in Dally's lap and curled up on the bed. His rhythmic breathing was enough to put Sylvia to sleep, but her eyes would not shut. They wandered lazily around the room. It was dark, lit only by a dim lamp in the corner, and messy. She didn't mind, though; nothing was great in the neighborhood. "Dally, you know those other guys meant nothing to me," she said earnestly.
His cold, blue eyes gazed into her own. Dally smiled, and a smile from Dallas Winston was very rare. Sylvia couldn't resist smiling back. She looked away. Sylvia drew her knees closer to her chest as she lay curled up. Dally ran his hand through her hair, and she sighed. "I just wanted you, Dallas," she half-sobbed. "I just missed you so damn much."
She sat up and threw her arms around Dally's shoulders. Dally let her cling to him for a minute before gently taking her arms and setting them in her lap. Although her lipstick was smudged, she looked beautiful in the mellow light of the room. With some difficulty, Dally pried the ring off his finger and placed it on Sylvia's. "There ya go, doll," he drawled. "Now, come 'ere."
Sylvia squeaked as Dallas pulled her towards him. He kissed her deeply once again, and they fell asleep together in the serene light of the room.
***
"Where's your ring?"
"Huh?" Dally said stupidly.
"Where is your ring?"
"Where were you last night?"
Two-Bit shook his head and scoffed. "Where is your ring?" he snapped.
"Gave it to Sylvia. Where were y'all last night?"
Two-Bit nearly froze in his tracks. "I thought you two were old news," he mused.
"So, where were you," Dally inquired.
Two-Bit smirked. "When'd you see Sylvia?"
"Where were you?" Dally snapped.
"Isn't it annoying when people don't answer questions right away?"
Dally rolled his eyes. He was hoping to reach the Dingo soon. He was tired; he stayed out late last night. "Yeah," Dallas grunted, "Where were you?"
"We all went to the movies," the greaser replied.
They walked in silence the rest of the way. Dallas was lost in thought. Why was he going out with Sylvia again? 'We were old news,' he thought. 'She was two-timin' me. But, she did say she was sorry,' he reasoned. 'If there's supposed to be good in the world maybe she's it. Maybe she really loves me. Maybe. she's my savior.'
Dally was beginning to feel really. happy. He felt content. It seemed like his life was on the right track for once. He'd never really felt loved before. But, would Sylvia be here forever? 'Yeah,' Dally assured himself. 'Of course. She'll always be here for me.'
"Hey, Dal!"
Two-Bit's voice broke into his thoughts. Dally turned around to face Two- Bit, but he was yards away. "Door's over here, Einstein," Two-Bit joked. "You gonna walk through the window?"
Dally grinned and looked down. His eyes avoided Two-Bit, who was standing in the doorway of the Dingo, grinning wildly. He ran a hand nervously through his brilliant hair, messing it up more than it already was, and stalked through the doorway. "I was thinkin'," he mumbled as he walked hurriedly past Two-Bit.
"First time in a long time," the wise-cracking greaser muttered to himself.
The Dingo was a mess. Napkins and garbage were scattered over the floor, names were carved on tables and booths, not all of the lights worked, and pictures hanging on the wall had broken frames. A cloud of smoke hung constantly overhead, but the greasers had to be content. Other than Jay's, this was the only place they were welcome.
He and Two-Bit each hopped on barstools and ordered. Dallas asked for a beer and was denied one at first. After arguing with the bartender for ten minutes, something clicked. Dally reached around and dug into his back pocket. "See?" Dally held the fake ID between his fingers at eye level. "I'm twenty-one, damnit, and I think I deserve a beer."
The bartender shrugged. He couldn't argue with an ID. Seconds later, a mug containing the amber liquid was placed in front of Dallas. Two-Bit licked his lips, wanting to have a drink himself. Two-Bit didn't have a fake ID.
Dally downed the drink in a matter of seconds. He slammed the glass down and wiped his mouth. "Take it easy there, Grant," Two-Bit said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Huh?" Dally replied. "Who's Grant?"
"Some ol' guy. He was a drunk. Learned that in school," Two-Bit stated, grinning proudly.
Dally just laughed. "Keep 'em comin'!" he yelled to the bartender.
Suddenly, the smile vanished from Dally's face as he pictured an older man yelling the exact same thing. A man whose blonde hair had thinned with age, a man with icy, blue eyes. A drunk man who spent what little money he had not on his son, but on booze. Dally felt guilty; he'd never given the man a chance, but then again, the man had never given Dally a chance either. What if a chance was given? What if.
A loud thud interrupted Dally's thoughts. Some foam sloshed out the side and landed in little puddles on the counter. Dally shoved the drink towards Two-Bit. He pushed away from the counter and stood up. After lighting a cigarette, he began to walk away. Two-Bit's voice temporarily stopped him. "Where ya goin', man?"
"I'm goin' to talk. with my dad."
***
Special thanks to all of my reviewers, again, especially.
Jessie C.- Yeah, I guess you're right. Hell, I know you're right! As long as I update! I wanna start updating more often, though. I love writing.
Joce- Yeah, they got back together, but it has a point! I swear! You'll see how it ends up, how it fits in the plot. You won't be disappointed!
MissLKid- You're always here! Thanks for the kind reviews!
ModestVanity- Did I update soon enough? LOL! Thanks, I try to do my best with the cliffhangers.
Pony's Girl- Thank you so much! I'm happy you enjoy it so much!
Dally'sGirl4Life- It's so nice to get reviews! Much thanks!