Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders. That's S.E Hinton. I don't own the song, 'Pretty in Punk' that would be Fall Out Boy
Dally – Pretty in Punk
Dallas Winston walked down from the Karaoke Stage on a night of heavy drinking and boozing. He walked out into the middle of the crowd and just stood there, as people danced around him. The tow-headed greaser looked out in the crowd and noticed a pair of emerald eyes, staring at him. Cherry Valance.
Walking
off that stage tonight
I know what your thinking in he stands
alone because he's high on himself
But if you only knew...
Dally threw her a grin and staggered towards her. He looked down to see she was sitting with Marcia and smiled at her too. Then the intoxicated greaser sat next to Cherry.
The red head cocked an eyebrow and shrugged before chattering animatedly with Marcia about some girl crap.
Dallas didn't hear a word of it. He just wanted to see Cherry smile. Dally like her smile. It was the kind that lit up the room and could guide you even on the darkest nights. Bob Sheldon sure couldn't appreciate a smile like that. For all Dallas knew, he was just using her as a play thing.
I was terrified
and
would you mind if I sat next to you and watched you smile.
So many
kids but I only see you
And I don't think you notice me well
I've
seen your boyfriend and I don't think he treats you right
but
that's none of my business is it?
As the lights started to dim and the weary people started crowding out of the door, Cherry got up with them. She never even glanced back at Dally.
Dally sighed as he too got up. He looked back one last time at the only bar in town where Socs and Greasers were ever together. They had stationed policemen to fight off the two rivaling gangs, if need be.
The greaser shook his head before moving along.
I'm
not that way you think I am, nooo...
I'm not that way you think I
am, nooo...
As the elf like greaser walked home that night he stopped to think about all the girls he'd dated. Cherry wasn't like those girls. The other girls were tramps and Cherry was just a sweet girl who got walked on by her boyfriend.
"Come to think of it…" thought Dally as he wobbled on the dusty streets, "The only girl who really gave a hang about me was Sylvia." Then Dally snorted and shook his head. No, Sylvia was just like all the rest. Never wanting to talk just wanting to go right into the action.
The only girl who ever gave me the time
was
the one who only wanted five minutes of mine.
Knocking boots in
the back, how degrading is that?
I decline.
Dally looked up and there she was again. Cherry, sitting under the lamplight of an old worn lamppost waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up.
Again Dally sat next to her, trying to get some scrap of attention from the one he adored.
I'm too terrified
and
would you mind if I sat next to you and watched you smile.
So many
kids but I only see you
And I don't think you notice me
Well
I've seen your boyfriend
and I don't think he treats you right
but that's none of my business is it?
Cherry didn't looked at him as her ride pulled up. She opened the car door and just as she was about to get in, she turned back and smiled at the tough Greaser.
Then she closed the door and was off.
Dally sat dazed. He then smiled and thought…
I'm
not that way you think I am, nooo...
I'm not that way you think I
am, nooo...
I'm
not that way you think I am, nooo...
I'm not that way you think I
am, nooo...
I'm not that way you think I am, nooo...
I'm not
that way you think I am, nooo...
I'm not that way you think I am,
nooo...
I'm not that way you think I am, noo...noooo...
