DALLY'S POV (I know you all are probably getting tired of reading from
Dally's POV but I like writing from his perspective. So, just bare with me
and I'll change eventually. Oh, and later on in this chapter I mention an
age for Curly. I'm not sure if it's right or not, I didn't know his age, so
I just made something up. If anyone has any idea of his age, let me know
please.)
I was just about to lay down when I heard a knock at my door. I went over to see who was there. When I opened the door, Johnny was standin' there with Becky.
"You...uh...forgot me at the Curtis' house." Becky said lookin' down at the floor.
"I didn't forget you, I talked to Darry earlier and he said you could stay there, I just didn't get a chance to tell you before I left." I told her.
"Oh, well are you going to let me in?" Beck asked.
I stepped aside and she came in. Johnny said he had to go.
"Did you have fun, Dal?" Becky asked me smiling.
"Acutely, I did." I told her, smiling back. You couldn't help but smile at Becky, she was just that way. She was a lot like Sodapop. Always smiling, and happy-go-lucky.
"So, what'd you do?" She questioned.
"Me and Shepard played a trick on his little brother."
"Dally." She said it like she was my mother and I was in trouble. If you can believe that.
"What?" I asked innocently. "He's not a little kid for crying out loud. He's fifteen."
"Oh." She said smiling again. "And, uh...Where am I'm going to sleep tonight?"
"Well, you can sleep with me, or you can have the bed and I'll sleep on the floor or something." I told her. Don't think I'm going soft. I'm a tough hood, but I mean come on, she's my sister!
"Ok." She said.
We talked for a while, then we both went to bed. I couldn't have been asleep for more than two hours when I was woke up by an ear-piercing scream.
"Becky, Becky!" I shook her gently. When she didn't wake up, I shook her a little harder. "Hey, sweetie what's wrong?" "Bad dream." She said trying to calm her self.
She laid back down and so did I. I closed my eyes and felt Becky move over closer to me. It was nothing new for us to share a bed. When she used to stay with me in New York, we would share a bed. She was having nightmares then too. I don't know what they were about, she never would tell me. I was just about to drift off when the next thing I know is someone is in the room holding a gun to my head. I froze. 'Who was in my room? And why the hell did they have a gun to my head?' Oh, boy was I scared. Not just for whether or not they were going to kill me or not, but about Becky. What would who ever it was do to Becky? I'd never forgive my self if someone hurt my baby sister. Ok, she's not a baby, but she's still my little sister.
Ok, guys I know this chapter is short, but I'm working on the next chapter, so just hang in there. I should have it up in a few days. If you give me lots of reviews I'll get it up sooner. (
I was just about to lay down when I heard a knock at my door. I went over to see who was there. When I opened the door, Johnny was standin' there with Becky.
"You...uh...forgot me at the Curtis' house." Becky said lookin' down at the floor.
"I didn't forget you, I talked to Darry earlier and he said you could stay there, I just didn't get a chance to tell you before I left." I told her.
"Oh, well are you going to let me in?" Beck asked.
I stepped aside and she came in. Johnny said he had to go.
"Did you have fun, Dal?" Becky asked me smiling.
"Acutely, I did." I told her, smiling back. You couldn't help but smile at Becky, she was just that way. She was a lot like Sodapop. Always smiling, and happy-go-lucky.
"So, what'd you do?" She questioned.
"Me and Shepard played a trick on his little brother."
"Dally." She said it like she was my mother and I was in trouble. If you can believe that.
"What?" I asked innocently. "He's not a little kid for crying out loud. He's fifteen."
"Oh." She said smiling again. "And, uh...Where am I'm going to sleep tonight?"
"Well, you can sleep with me, or you can have the bed and I'll sleep on the floor or something." I told her. Don't think I'm going soft. I'm a tough hood, but I mean come on, she's my sister!
"Ok." She said.
We talked for a while, then we both went to bed. I couldn't have been asleep for more than two hours when I was woke up by an ear-piercing scream.
"Becky, Becky!" I shook her gently. When she didn't wake up, I shook her a little harder. "Hey, sweetie what's wrong?" "Bad dream." She said trying to calm her self.
She laid back down and so did I. I closed my eyes and felt Becky move over closer to me. It was nothing new for us to share a bed. When she used to stay with me in New York, we would share a bed. She was having nightmares then too. I don't know what they were about, she never would tell me. I was just about to drift off when the next thing I know is someone is in the room holding a gun to my head. I froze. 'Who was in my room? And why the hell did they have a gun to my head?' Oh, boy was I scared. Not just for whether or not they were going to kill me or not, but about Becky. What would who ever it was do to Becky? I'd never forgive my self if someone hurt my baby sister. Ok, she's not a baby, but she's still my little sister.
Ok, guys I know this chapter is short, but I'm working on the next chapter, so just hang in there. I should have it up in a few days. If you give me lots of reviews I'll get it up sooner. (