This is my version of a very overdone idea: A Dallas Winston love story. Enjoy!
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"Screw you, Winston!" Sylvia called after me and I couldn't help but smirk.
It was almost sick how much I loved hearing that anger in her voice when yelled out at me. She deserved it, the pathetic little broad. She should have seen this coming the second she decided to go around spreading rumors about me after I dumped her. Not that anyone would believe her crap over my reputation, but she had to pay, anyways.
"Get in line, honey!" I yelled back, not bothering to turn around.
I heard her let out a frustrated scream as she kicked the side of her already-beaten-up truck. This time I chuckled with amusement. She had always angered so easily. I continued walking until I got to the corner of the building that I had been walking along. I stopped there and turned around to admire my work. My smirk grew wider at what I saw. Sylvia had angry tears in her eyes and a death grip on the truck's door handle. The dirty windshield of the old, red Chevy was almost completely busted out and there were dents and scratches all along the hood and the sides. When I was completely satisfied with the scene before me, I turned back around and began walking again, swinging my heavy, wooden baseball bat at my side.
It was a Saturday night, which usually meant either going to the Curtis's to hang out with the gang or going to Buck's to hunt some action. Choosing between the two didn't take long, though. It was one simple, heart shattering thought that made me cross the street instead of turning right on the sidewalk. Turning right would've meant going to the Curtis's house. Turning right would've meant walking by Johnny's house. It would have meant spending an entire night looking at everyone's 'still-somber-over-the-incident' faces and seeing the scars from the fire on Pony's skin. Walking right instead of walking straight across the street would have meant remembering; and tonight, I just wasn't in the mood.
The door was opened for me as soon as I got to the front of Buck's. He must have been expecting me. "Dally!" Yelled a very drunk Buck, slinging his arm over my shoulder and pulling me inside, "Just the man I've been looking for."
"Oh, yeah?" I said pulling out a cigarette and lighting it in my mouth. I took a long drag of it, feeling all of today's thoughts fade away..
"Yeah," Buck said with a slurred voice, "Tim's lendin' out one of his new girls tonight. Said she'd be free of charge 'specially for you. He figured you were still mad 'bout Sylvia and could use some cheering up."
He wiggled his eyebrows at the last part. I shrugged at the offer. Selling out the girls who hung around his gang was his Tim's new way of making money. Honestly, the idea wasn't exactly my thing. I could get plenty of broads for free; why pay for one of Tim's? Even though this one would be 'free of charge', as Buck had put it, I still wasn't interested.
"Nah, man," I said, pausing to take another drag of my withering cigarette, "I think I'll hunt for my own tonight."
"You sure, man?" Buck asked, "I heard she was a real-"
"Buck," I said sharply; he was getting on my nerves with his drunken rants, "I said no."
He simply stepped back, his hands up in a surrendering position. (Managing to spill some of his half-empty beer on himself .)
Ignoring him as he began to ramble about something else, I let my eyes scan the loud, crowded room. I saw a drunken blonde dancing a little too close to one of Shepard's guys. By the looks of it, she was a little too wasted, and that guy was going to be one lucky man tonight. I scanned further and was a little surprised to see Two-Bit here. I would've walked over to him, but he looked a little.. Occupied. He had his left arm around a skinny brunette and his right arm around a curvy blonde. Knowing Two-Bit the way I did, it wasn't hard to guess that once things got serious, he would ditch the brunette and take the blonde home for the night. Ha, good ol' Two-Bit. He was a sucker for blondes.
Beginning to think that coming here was a complete waste of my time, I scanned just a little further. That's when I saw something -or someone- move outside the window. I took a second look. It was a Soc broad. Blowing away a lungful of smoke and trying to look casual, I strolled over to the window to get a closer look. The girl was dressed kind of fancy. She was struggling with 2 large paper bags full of groceries. Even from here, about 30 feet away, I could tell she was pretty cute. No, she was hot; smokin' hot. A smirk appeared on my face without my permission. Finally, I thought, some action. Without a second's hesitation I made my way out the front door.
I began to strut towards her, noticing more and more with each step how attractive this broad was. She had real straight, dark hair that looked good with her dark skin. She was a bit shorter than myself and she was kind of thin, but not real skinny like the brunette hanging all over Two-Bit. She wore just enough makeup to make her bright green eyes stand out against her freckled face. Slowly, I let my eyes wonder down to her knee-length, red dress. I stopped at where the material curved out over her slender hips. Boy, did I have plans for her tonight , I thought as I got closer.
She didn't look up at me until I was only a few feet from her. Oddly, she looked relieved when she saw me.
"Oh, thank heavens!" She said walking towards me, surprising me and stopping me in my tracks. "Can you help me with these? Please, it will only take a moment, my house is right up here and I'm new here and…"
She kept talking, but I didn't hear her. This definitely wasn't what I had planned. Usually when those Socy girls see me, they cringe away, not ask me to help them with their groceries. This chick must have been insane.
Not even bothering to stop blabbing, she shoved one of the big bags into my arms. I continued to stare at her, baffled. Eventually, she noticed my face and stopped talking.
"Oh, golly…" She whispered to herself, looking embarrassed. Then to me, "I'm so sorry, I'm just so frazzled today, what with moving in, and I didn't even introduce myself. My name's Hallie Johnston."
She stuck her hand out like she wanted me to shake it. I raised one eyebrow at her. Was she serious? Doesn't she know who I am?
"Darlin', I don't care who you are. I don't carry nobody's groceries," I said. Looking defiantly into her eyes, I released the grocery bag and let it hit the stony ground with a thud, spilling it's contents around our feet. Ha, that'll show her not to toy with me.
Surprisingly, though, and much to my disappointment, her eyes weren't glowing with outrage and shock like I had anticipated. Actually, her eyes remained perfectly calm. She gave me a smile before bending down and setting the other bag on the ground. When she stood back up, she put her hands on her hips and looked defiantly back into my eyes.
"Pick it up," She said.
I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my mouth.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked. She raised her eyebrows at me, but didn't say a word. I shook my head and laughed again in disbelief.
"Wow, you're really serious," I said.
"Dead serious," She responded.
The next few moments were like a stare down between this gorgeous, irritating girl and I. Slowly and without looking away, I took the cigarette out of my mouth and flicked it on the ground. It landed dangerously close to her shiny, black shoe. She stomped on it and twisted her foot, grinding my cigarette into the ground.
"Are we just going to stand around here all night, or do you plan on picking up this mess anytime soon?"
I scoffed.
"Shoot, sweetheart," I said, "You can stand out here for as long as you feel like it, but I'm going home. Pick up your own stupid bags."
I turned to leave and took a few steps when a sudden, loud burst of laughter stopped me.
I turned back around to face her. She was cracking up. What was so funny?
"Now what?" I asked, thick annoyance in my voice.
No response, only more mindless giggles.
"What!" I asked again, my voice rising a little bit.
I was seriously getting agitated.
"You really want to know what I'm laughing at?" She asked.
I said nothing, just stared at her.
Of course I wanted to know, stupid.
She stepped closer to me and smiled ruefully before crouching down to gather the mess of groceries. When she had all of them picked up, she stood up and held the brown bag out to me again.
"Well then," She said, "Why don't we go for a walk, and I'll tell you what I'm laughing at."
I looked down at the package she was holding out. I couldn't tell if I was more repulsed, confused, or surprised at what I was about to do. I unclenched my angry fists and roughly grabbed the grocery bag with both hands. I heard her light, musical laugh, (probably at the sour look on my face) but I didn't dare look down at her . I didn't want to see her satisfaction. She bent down again to get her other bag and then smiled up at me.
"Thanks!" She said, cheerfully, as if we hadn't just been having a huge stand off.
"Don't get used to it," I said and trudged behind her down the old, cracked sidewalk that I knew all too well. It was the sidewalk that led into the main part of town, and more importantly, the sidewalk that led to the borderline between Soc & Greaser territory.
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Love, Amanda.