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DALLY'S POV
I volunteered to go with Pony when he said he was going for a walk. I needed talk to Pony, plus I thought a little fresh air would do me some good.
"Pony..." I started off. "What's up?"
"Nothing." He said kicking a rock.
"Come on, Pony. I know something's bothering you. Look, I may not be the most sensitive guy, but I am a friend."
"Yeah." Pony said.
"So, what is it?" I asked, trying to get Pony to talk. This whole conversation may look weird, but let me tell you, the toughest of guys have their soft moments. I don't care what anyone says. Me and Pony talked for a while, then we went back over to his house.
"Where's Becky?" I asked as soon as I walked into the house.
"Becky and Darry are cooking supper." Steve said.
I sat down on the couch. I was tired and my side hurt. Damn kid. I was still mad at Shepard. I decided I would let Tim in on the run in between me and his little brother. I couldn't believe that stupid snot nose little brat acutely did anything about 'his girl' hanging all over me, since Curly has a rep of being 'all talk and no action' or as some would say, 'all bark and no bite'.
"Dally, you eatin' with us?" Soda asked, bring me out of my thoughts.
"I guess." I said getin' up and followin' him to the kitchen. I sat down at the table with the rest of the guys and ate. When we were all finished we went back into the living room. I stayed for a while, then left. I was going to go back to Buck's and get some sleep. But I ended up at Tim Shepard's house. I walked up onto the porch and knocked on the door. I usually don't knock, but I did this time. Curly opened the door.
"What the hell do you want Winston?" He asked angrily.
"Where's Tim?"
Curly moved aside and I went inside the house. Tim was sittin' on the couch.
"Hey Dallas. What's goin' on?" Tim asked as I walked in and took a seat in a near by chair. "Just great, no thanks to that damn brother of yours."
Tim looked at me like I was off my rocker.
"What'd he do?"
"Started a fight, bruised and maybe broke a couple of ribs and then gave me a three inch cut with his switch." I said causally.
"That little..." Tim went on calling Curly every name he could think of and then some.
Oh, I must have forgotten to mention Curly left as soon as I came in. So he didn't get to hear Tim call him all those colorful names.
"Hey, you get him back?" Tim asked suddenly.
"I fought him, but I don't think I got him as good as he got me." I told Tim.
"Well, I got an idea." Tim said. "Ok, here's what we do."
I looked at him like he had lost his mind as soon as he said 'we' I figured he think 'Ok, Winston this is your problem so deal.' But since Tim was wanting in on his own idea against his brother, then I'm pretty sure Curly was goin' to be sorry.
We went over to Buck's place. As usual he was having a party and sure enough, Curly was there, just like we had figured.
"Hey Curly!" Tim called.
Curly came over. "What do you want, Tim?" Curly asked.
"Dallas and me ran into a little broad that was lookin' for you."
"Oh yeah?" Curly asked a bit annoyed.
"Yeah." Tim said 'matter of factually.'
"What was her name?" Curly asked, starting to get curious.
"Jen...Jane...I'm not sure, do you know Dallas?"
"I think it was Kristy." I said.
"Kristy Simpson?!" Curly asked alarmed.
"Yeah! That was her name." Tim said.
"Oh, no." Curly said fallin' into a near by chair, and putting his head in his hands.
A few minutes later, Kristy walked through the door. She saw Curly and came rushing over.
"Curly, my darling!" She said running up to Curly and hugging him.
I couldn't help but smile. Seeing Curly bombarded by this girl was funny to say the least. I looked over at Tim and it was all he could do to keep from bursting out into a fit of laughter. Curly glared at the both of us, but that only made it even more funny. Curly finally got the girl brunette off of him and he made his way back to the party, with Kristy hot on his heels. Me and Tim couldn't hold it in any long. We both burst into a fit of laughter.
"Well, what do we have here? Two tough greaser, hoods laughing and joking?" Buck said walking over.
"Merrill, you tell anyone about this little moment and you'll regret it!" I said. I knew the only way to get Buck Merrill to do anything was to boss him around. "We have a rep to keep." I said. I went upstairs and into my room. It used to be Buck's but since I stayed there so much, he got another room down the hall and his old room was now mine.
Skyla13- Thanks for reviewing. I agree Dally is hot. Lol.
Mushs-grl13-Thanks for reviewing and I'm glad you liked it.
Hiribo-Thanks for reviewing, and I'm glad you liked it.
Terra- Thanks for reviewing. It's funny that you flamed the author's note, liked the story and now we're basically friends. Lol.
DALLY'S POV
I volunteered to go with Pony when he said he was going for a walk. I needed talk to Pony, plus I thought a little fresh air would do me some good.
"Pony..." I started off. "What's up?"
"Nothing." He said kicking a rock.
"Come on, Pony. I know something's bothering you. Look, I may not be the most sensitive guy, but I am a friend."
"Yeah." Pony said.
"So, what is it?" I asked, trying to get Pony to talk. This whole conversation may look weird, but let me tell you, the toughest of guys have their soft moments. I don't care what anyone says. Me and Pony talked for a while, then we went back over to his house.
"Where's Becky?" I asked as soon as I walked into the house.
"Becky and Darry are cooking supper." Steve said.
I sat down on the couch. I was tired and my side hurt. Damn kid. I was still mad at Shepard. I decided I would let Tim in on the run in between me and his little brother. I couldn't believe that stupid snot nose little brat acutely did anything about 'his girl' hanging all over me, since Curly has a rep of being 'all talk and no action' or as some would say, 'all bark and no bite'.
"Dally, you eatin' with us?" Soda asked, bring me out of my thoughts.
"I guess." I said getin' up and followin' him to the kitchen. I sat down at the table with the rest of the guys and ate. When we were all finished we went back into the living room. I stayed for a while, then left. I was going to go back to Buck's and get some sleep. But I ended up at Tim Shepard's house. I walked up onto the porch and knocked on the door. I usually don't knock, but I did this time. Curly opened the door.
"What the hell do you want Winston?" He asked angrily.
"Where's Tim?"
Curly moved aside and I went inside the house. Tim was sittin' on the couch.
"Hey Dallas. What's goin' on?" Tim asked as I walked in and took a seat in a near by chair. "Just great, no thanks to that damn brother of yours."
Tim looked at me like I was off my rocker.
"What'd he do?"
"Started a fight, bruised and maybe broke a couple of ribs and then gave me a three inch cut with his switch." I said causally.
"That little..." Tim went on calling Curly every name he could think of and then some.
Oh, I must have forgotten to mention Curly left as soon as I came in. So he didn't get to hear Tim call him all those colorful names.
"Hey, you get him back?" Tim asked suddenly.
"I fought him, but I don't think I got him as good as he got me." I told Tim.
"Well, I got an idea." Tim said. "Ok, here's what we do."
I looked at him like he had lost his mind as soon as he said 'we' I figured he think 'Ok, Winston this is your problem so deal.' But since Tim was wanting in on his own idea against his brother, then I'm pretty sure Curly was goin' to be sorry.
We went over to Buck's place. As usual he was having a party and sure enough, Curly was there, just like we had figured.
"Hey Curly!" Tim called.
Curly came over. "What do you want, Tim?" Curly asked.
"Dallas and me ran into a little broad that was lookin' for you."
"Oh yeah?" Curly asked a bit annoyed.
"Yeah." Tim said 'matter of factually.'
"What was her name?" Curly asked, starting to get curious.
"Jen...Jane...I'm not sure, do you know Dallas?"
"I think it was Kristy." I said.
"Kristy Simpson?!" Curly asked alarmed.
"Yeah! That was her name." Tim said.
"Oh, no." Curly said fallin' into a near by chair, and putting his head in his hands.
A few minutes later, Kristy walked through the door. She saw Curly and came rushing over.
"Curly, my darling!" She said running up to Curly and hugging him.
I couldn't help but smile. Seeing Curly bombarded by this girl was funny to say the least. I looked over at Tim and it was all he could do to keep from bursting out into a fit of laughter. Curly glared at the both of us, but that only made it even more funny. Curly finally got the girl brunette off of him and he made his way back to the party, with Kristy hot on his heels. Me and Tim couldn't hold it in any long. We both burst into a fit of laughter.
"Well, what do we have here? Two tough greaser, hoods laughing and joking?" Buck said walking over.
"Merrill, you tell anyone about this little moment and you'll regret it!" I said. I knew the only way to get Buck Merrill to do anything was to boss him around. "We have a rep to keep." I said. I went upstairs and into my room. It used to be Buck's but since I stayed there so much, he got another room down the hall and his old room was now mine.