Everett swerved his white BMW around the bend on his way home. He was still angry from the run-in with Dallas Winston at the Seven-Eleven. Normally, he wouldn't have gotten so out of control. He had never seemed so intrigued with Dally like everyone else. Why anyone would care about such a selfish, foul, jailbird like him was unobvious to him, and seeing him with his little sister was not what he wanted to see.
"You're never going to that store again, you hear me?" He told his sister in frustration. Farrah looked over at Cherry, who was sitting beside her with a strange look on her face. It was difficult to decipher what was going on in her head. "That greaser better stay away from you. Both of you, if he knows what's good for him."
Farrah shook her head. "Don't act all heroic, Everett. We could've handled it ourselves even if you hadn't come in." That's not necessarily true, a voice in Farrah's mind said. Dallas Winston is a convict. You couldn't have done anything if he had attacked you or something. Your only defense was your smartalecky comments.
"Goddamn it, Farrah!" Everett shouted angrily. "You couldn't have handled that yourself. Don't you laugh at that, Cherry. Even you aren't that tough." Cherry's eyes widened at this, shocked at the intensity of Everett's tone. "Dallas Winston could gut you like a fish using only his teeth."
Soon, the only sound that anyone could hear was the sound of the wind blowing past the open windows. Everett looked in the rearview mirror, finding the look of hurt on Farrah's face a little more than he could bear.
He sighed and said, "Look, just stay away from him, okay? Next time you see him, just walk the other way. And if he gives you any trouble ever...you tell me."
"I doubt we're going to see him again." Cherry replied with a sound of slight disappointment in her voice. Farrah was about to question it, but only gave her a brief glance. She was still shook up from earlier. The way he had looked at her. How he grazed her lips with his finger. She never wanted to feel that way ever again...so helpless and, just as he had said, vulnerable. Hopefully, she would never see Dallas Winston ever again.
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"What have you two been up to?" Ponyboy asked Dally and Johnny as he laced up his shoes. "I've been waiting for nearly an hour."
Dally plopped down on the couch, pulling out his switchblade and twirling it among his fingers. "Well 'scuse the hell outta me, Mother. If I would've known you would get so whiney, I would've left them girls alone."
Ponyboy looked at Johnny miraculously. "You met some girls, Johnny?" It was surprising to hear such a thing. Johnny had never really been the type of guy who would talk to girls let alone flirt with them. Ponyboy had come up with the notion that reason he wasn't interested in girls was because the one he lived with set a horrible example. His mother always bickered with his father constantly, and maybe that got Johnny to thinking that all relationships would end up like that. But Ponyboy knew that Johnny was smarter than that.
Johnny shrugged at Pony's question and sat on the arm of the couch, looking at the floor, saying, "Yeah, well...Dally talked to them, not me."
"What went on, then?" asked Pony directly to Dally.
"I could dig the redhead. She was a flat out bitch, but she seemed like the type that would tie your wrists and strap you down to the bed." Dally chuckled. "Anyway, freaked out the brunette. She was alright, I guess. Then her jackass brother came in and spoiled our fun, eh Johnny?"
Johnny looked up quickly. "He was that really rich Soc, Ponyboy. That one who always has a different pair of shoes every day."
"Oh yeah. Never wears the same pair twice."
Dally rolled his eyes and muttered, "Asshole." He went on mumbling under his breath obscenities that even Ponyboy and Johnny had never heard of. After he was finished, Dally stood up and looked at them anxiously. "C'mon, let's get outta here. Catch a movie or somethin', man. Just somethin' to take my mind off those damn Socs."
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Farrah and Cherry sat on the bed in Farrah's room, magazine spread out all over the floor and an old record playing in the background. Cherry sipped her Coke casually while Farrah painted her own nails pink. They had talked about everything from Frankie Avalon to the drive-in to how fake Laurie Michel's blonde hair was.
Suddenly, Cherry said something that caught Farrah by surprise.
"Hey, how did it feel when Dallas Winston lined your lips or whatever?" She asked nonchalantly. Farrah nearly dropped the bottle of nail polish all over her brand new quilt. Her brown eyes widened, and her jaw dropped.
She laughed nervously, then asked, "Are you joking?"
"No, I'm not joking. I'm just curious, I guess."
"Cherry, you must be sick or something." Farrah replied. "What would possess you to ask such a thing?"
At this question, Cherry only shrugged and drained the last of her drink. She leaned back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "I'm not sure. Something about him just...he's so...,"
"Vile! Despicable! Grotesque and lewd and violent!" finished Farrah wildly. She could not understand why Cherry was being so strange.
Cherry nodded with a dreamy smile on her face. "Yeah...yeah, he is. But he's also dangerous and reckless, like a pirate or something."
Farrah burst out in an uncontrollable laughter, falling off the bed and onto the floor.
"What?" Cherry asked. "Oh, don't! It's not that funny, Farrah! I'm being serious!"
"So...am...I!" Farrah said between giggles. "It's Dallas Winston, Cherry. And when he did that to me, it felt like a lit cigarette outlining my lips."
Now it was Cherry's turn to laugh. "Ooh, it was the burning fires of desire!"
"Why don't you go get your pirate and swashbuckle the night away?" Farrah teased as the two of them laughed at each other.
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A.N.: Thanks for the input, everybody! I am really putting a lot of effort into this story, so I hope it shows. (By the way, OC means Original Character!). I'm trying to stick as close to the characters as possible. Once again, thanks for the reviews and keep leaving the love! I'll update as soon as possible! Luv!