Chapter 8
A/N: Chapter eight is up and running! Sorry it took kind of long. I wrote chapter eight the same day as I wrote chapter seven, and it took me until now to type it all up. . .
P.S. Hehe. I used the phrase 'most certainly'. I don't know. I find that funny.
P.S.S. Has anyone heard of the band Pavement? If so, you wanna recommend some songs? Please?
P.S.S.S. Would you guys be interested in a story that involves none of the Outsiders characters, but is written in the same style, same time period?
***
"Dallas Winston. What are you doing on my property this time 'a day?"
"Tim, shut the hell up. Let me in."
The screen door swung open and Tim held it out while Pony and Dally made their way inside. "Curly's in back," Tim informed Pony. With a nod, he sauntered out of sight. "Well," Tim drawled, "What is Mr. Dallas Winston doing at my house?"
"Can't I just stop by to hang out with my buddy?" Dallas shot.
"Wanna go for a ride?" Tim asked.
"Sure."
***
Dallas and Tim drove to the Dingo; it wasn't exactly what Dally had in mind, but he was good. They each ordered drinks- a beer for Tim and a Coke for Dallas. They sat at the counter, discussing the latest fights and jumpings, until Tim cut the conversation short. "Hey, check it out," he whispered slyly, nodding towards the doorway. "You in the mood to pick up some broads?"
Dally followed Tim's gaze over to two girls, each with brown hair. They looked either sixteen or seventeen and like they could be sisters. They sat down in a booth together, and looked though menus.
Dally was most certainly not in the mood to pick up girls. Sylvia wouldn't like that, not at all. 'Sylvia won't be good to me if I'm not good to her,' he thought reasonably. Usually, if either he or Tim spotted some good- looking broads, they'd introduce themselves, hang out a bit, and be involved in a make out session by the end of the night. Dally'd met some nice looking girls that way, but when he remembered Sylvia, the thought of cheating on her made him sick. "Naw," Dally replied.
Tim glared at Dallas. "What? Why not?"
"I'm in the mood for a different kind of action tonight," Dally informed Tim.
Tim relaxed and set his arms behind his head. A smile crept across Tim's face, a smile that most likely meant trouble.
***
"Holy shit!" Dallas screamed as the car careened down the highway.
The car next to them was beginning to fall behind. Either they were admitting defeat and slowing down or Tim was speeding up. He laughed. The car turned a corner, and Tim headed back towards their neighborhood.
"Holy crap, Dally! I never imagined this old job could go that fast!"
"Shepard! You coulda got me killed!"
"Well, you woulda died having fun. You like drags, don't you?"
Dallas couldn't respond. He had just been in the fastest, most fun drag race of his life, yet he was mad at Tim for driving fast and trying to pick up broads. Dally sighed, releasing his anger. Tim hadn't known. And he HAD had fun.
The car passed a lonely Soc walking home from the drive-in. Tim eyed him and tensed. He wheeled the car around a corner. "Dal, get ready," Tim demanded as they rounded another turn. Dally, who had not seen the Soc, was quite confused. "Get ready for what?"
"Just get ready!" he hissed. The car turned and the lonely boy was in sight again. An idea was slowly dawning on Dally. The car slowed and stopped, and Tim yelled "Now!"
He hoped out of the car and slugged the Soc hard in the cheek while Dally sat and watched from the car, bewildered. Cries of agony escaped the Socs mouth when punch after punch landed. "Dally!" Tim hollered, kneeing the guy in the groin. "Dally! Get out here and help!"
A battle was raging inside Dally's head as he sat frozen in the car. He should help Tim because Tim was his friend, his buddy. He shouldn't fight because that would just continue the circle of hate between Greasers and Socs. "Dallas!" Tim yelled again. The Soc was pinned and cussing more than a sailor. "Get the hell out here, Dal!"
Dally's door flung open. He ran around to the other side of the car and slid into the drivers seat. "Dally? What the? Dally!"
Tim hopped off the Soc, but it was too late. Dally had already sped away in Tim's car.
"Asshole Tim," Dally muttered to himself. "Who's he think he is, trying to. . ."
Dallas sighed. Whatever. It was still to early to meet Sylvia, but his dad was home. Good ol' Dad.
***
Special Thanks to the Following Reviewers!:
MissLKid- Heh. Don't worry about it! My mom is always trying o usher me off the computer. The thing is that you take time to review, so thanks!
Joce- Thank you thank you! Yeah, that did sound kind of retard now that I think about it. . . Heh! Oh well, it was a good laugh, right? Thanks for the review!
LilRamona- Much thanks! Sorry it takes me so long to write and type and stuff, but I'm gonna follow this one through till the end! BOOYA!
Blatty- Thanx for the review!
DallysGirl4Life- Thanks again! I hope your enjoying it!
Pony'sGirl- Doesn't it feel good, being proud?!? Heheh!
Crazy4nc128- How about in the rest of the story, the guys are all shirtless? Would you like that? I know I would!
JessieC- Aw, thanks! And thanks for following my story, too! I'm super sorry I haven't gotten around to reading your HP ff yet. I promise I will!
ModestVanity- Oh, well, maybe he wasn't THAT out of character. ^_^ Thanks!
Zevie- Heh, no worries. I'm tired right now, too, and I have a football game to go to! But, much thanks for reviewing!
A/N: Chapter eight is up and running! Sorry it took kind of long. I wrote chapter eight the same day as I wrote chapter seven, and it took me until now to type it all up. . .
P.S. Hehe. I used the phrase 'most certainly'. I don't know. I find that funny.
P.S.S. Has anyone heard of the band Pavement? If so, you wanna recommend some songs? Please?
P.S.S.S. Would you guys be interested in a story that involves none of the Outsiders characters, but is written in the same style, same time period?
***
"Dallas Winston. What are you doing on my property this time 'a day?"
"Tim, shut the hell up. Let me in."
The screen door swung open and Tim held it out while Pony and Dally made their way inside. "Curly's in back," Tim informed Pony. With a nod, he sauntered out of sight. "Well," Tim drawled, "What is Mr. Dallas Winston doing at my house?"
"Can't I just stop by to hang out with my buddy?" Dallas shot.
"Wanna go for a ride?" Tim asked.
"Sure."
***
Dallas and Tim drove to the Dingo; it wasn't exactly what Dally had in mind, but he was good. They each ordered drinks- a beer for Tim and a Coke for Dallas. They sat at the counter, discussing the latest fights and jumpings, until Tim cut the conversation short. "Hey, check it out," he whispered slyly, nodding towards the doorway. "You in the mood to pick up some broads?"
Dally followed Tim's gaze over to two girls, each with brown hair. They looked either sixteen or seventeen and like they could be sisters. They sat down in a booth together, and looked though menus.
Dally was most certainly not in the mood to pick up girls. Sylvia wouldn't like that, not at all. 'Sylvia won't be good to me if I'm not good to her,' he thought reasonably. Usually, if either he or Tim spotted some good- looking broads, they'd introduce themselves, hang out a bit, and be involved in a make out session by the end of the night. Dally'd met some nice looking girls that way, but when he remembered Sylvia, the thought of cheating on her made him sick. "Naw," Dally replied.
Tim glared at Dallas. "What? Why not?"
"I'm in the mood for a different kind of action tonight," Dally informed Tim.
Tim relaxed and set his arms behind his head. A smile crept across Tim's face, a smile that most likely meant trouble.
***
"Holy shit!" Dallas screamed as the car careened down the highway.
The car next to them was beginning to fall behind. Either they were admitting defeat and slowing down or Tim was speeding up. He laughed. The car turned a corner, and Tim headed back towards their neighborhood.
"Holy crap, Dally! I never imagined this old job could go that fast!"
"Shepard! You coulda got me killed!"
"Well, you woulda died having fun. You like drags, don't you?"
Dallas couldn't respond. He had just been in the fastest, most fun drag race of his life, yet he was mad at Tim for driving fast and trying to pick up broads. Dally sighed, releasing his anger. Tim hadn't known. And he HAD had fun.
The car passed a lonely Soc walking home from the drive-in. Tim eyed him and tensed. He wheeled the car around a corner. "Dal, get ready," Tim demanded as they rounded another turn. Dally, who had not seen the Soc, was quite confused. "Get ready for what?"
"Just get ready!" he hissed. The car turned and the lonely boy was in sight again. An idea was slowly dawning on Dally. The car slowed and stopped, and Tim yelled "Now!"
He hoped out of the car and slugged the Soc hard in the cheek while Dally sat and watched from the car, bewildered. Cries of agony escaped the Socs mouth when punch after punch landed. "Dally!" Tim hollered, kneeing the guy in the groin. "Dally! Get out here and help!"
A battle was raging inside Dally's head as he sat frozen in the car. He should help Tim because Tim was his friend, his buddy. He shouldn't fight because that would just continue the circle of hate between Greasers and Socs. "Dallas!" Tim yelled again. The Soc was pinned and cussing more than a sailor. "Get the hell out here, Dal!"
Dally's door flung open. He ran around to the other side of the car and slid into the drivers seat. "Dally? What the? Dally!"
Tim hopped off the Soc, but it was too late. Dally had already sped away in Tim's car.
"Asshole Tim," Dally muttered to himself. "Who's he think he is, trying to. . ."
Dallas sighed. Whatever. It was still to early to meet Sylvia, but his dad was home. Good ol' Dad.
***
Special Thanks to the Following Reviewers!:
MissLKid- Heh. Don't worry about it! My mom is always trying o usher me off the computer. The thing is that you take time to review, so thanks!
Joce- Thank you thank you! Yeah, that did sound kind of retard now that I think about it. . . Heh! Oh well, it was a good laugh, right? Thanks for the review!
LilRamona- Much thanks! Sorry it takes me so long to write and type and stuff, but I'm gonna follow this one through till the end! BOOYA!
Blatty- Thanx for the review!
DallysGirl4Life- Thanks again! I hope your enjoying it!
Pony'sGirl- Doesn't it feel good, being proud?!? Heheh!
Crazy4nc128- How about in the rest of the story, the guys are all shirtless? Would you like that? I know I would!
JessieC- Aw, thanks! And thanks for following my story, too! I'm super sorry I haven't gotten around to reading your HP ff yet. I promise I will!
ModestVanity- Oh, well, maybe he wasn't THAT out of character. ^_^ Thanks!
Zevie- Heh, no worries. I'm tired right now, too, and I have a football game to go to! But, much thanks for reviewing!