Chapter 7

The Curtis' house was bursting with energy that night as the whole gang decided to have dinner there. Sodapop had decided to cook, so they had to eat green turkey and red mashed potatoes.

"Dude, what're you in some kinda Christmas mood or something?" Steve asked, with a drumstick in his right hand.

"What, can't a guy experiment with colours?" Soda replied, defensively.

Before Steve could answer, Two-bit, who had just finished a large scoop of mashed potatoes, pushed his bowl forward and grinned, "May I have another helping?"

"You're such a pig." Dally commented, "I think I'm done. Gonna go out fer some weed." He pushed his chair back and got up, searching for a stick in his pocket. There were a lot of things running through his mind, and his head hurt so bad it was hard for him to think.

The atmosphere was cool. It was a great night to be out smokin'. Dally wished he had some company though, smoking alone was never fun, although he'd never admit that. He watched the cars pass by as he sat on the steps of the porch. A gust of wind blew and it put out the cigarette.

"Fuck the wind." He sighed.

"You need a lighter?"

Dally turned back and was quite surprised to see Johnny standing behind him. "What're you doing here man?"

"I finished my dinner," He sat beside Dally. Dally felt his body tingle as Johnny's shoulder accidentally brushed against his, "I bet you're wondering eh?"

"Wonderin? About what?"

"About the art show."

"Oh. Yeah. Are you okay?"

"Can I ask you something first?"

Dally could feel the hair on his back stand. "I guess so."

"Do you really like art?"

"I think it's pretty obvious," He rubbed the side of his neck, "I ain't no art person. But I hope you're not mad, cause whatever I did just now I did fer you and I-"

"Thank god."

"Excuse me?"

Johnny chuckled, "I thought you really liked art. That would be a disaster, cause then we won't have nothin' in common!"

Dally's eyes widened, "B-but I thought you loved art? Ponyboy-"

"That kid's the one who likes art. He only drags me along sometimes. I have to of course pretend I like it, don't I?" He sighed, "You know, just now, when I heard you liked art, I was seriously bummed, man."

"No wonder you went your separate way." Dally smiled, "Does that mean you still wanna go out with me?"

Johnny blushed, "Well, I'm willing to give it another shot." He leaned in and gave Dally a kiss on the lips. A quick and light one that left Dally begging for more.

"Why are you doing this ta me man. You know kisses like that get me all excited."

"Let's just see how long you can last yeah, Dal?" He grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. "How long has it been since you started woo-ing me?"

"Slightly more than a week I think."

"Wow. Time flies don't it?"

"I'm willing to wait for you though." Dally muttered.

"What?"

"I mean, well… if you're not ready, I'll wait for you." He smiled.

Johnny felt as if he was melting there. Never has he heard that from anyone before. And now, this, coming from the toughest and meanest greaser in the block… that was something.

"I know this may be a little early and stuff, but I'm pretty sure I love you, Johnny."

Johnny stared into his blue eyes, "I love you too."

Before their lips could meet though, they heard the door behind them open.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" It was Darry.

A/N: hope this chapter isn't too rushed.