Day Two: Confessions (of a teenage hood)
Dally had crashed at the Curtis' house that night. Much to the brother's amusement, he had admitted to listening to boy bands in his spare time. When he wasn't playing with his Furbies, that is.
"Hey, Furbie Boy! Wake up!" commanded a grinning Two-Bit.
Dally cracked open an eye and glared, before replying, "Shut the hell up, Keith!"
Two-Bit sighed. He may love Furbies, but he was still the badass Dally they all knew and feared. "You're no fun." he muttered, before turning on the TV. Dally half swore, half grunted in reply as Mickey Mouse came on.
"Hello boys and girls! Are you ready to have fun today?" Mickey asked.
"No!" Dally groaned, trying to go back to sleep.
"Hey Dally, how come you don't like Mickey Mouse?" Ponyboy asked, wandering in.
"Because it creeps me out! He's a mouse! Mouses don't talk! Or anything else he does!" Dally replied.
Ponyboy coughed to cover up his laughter, and Two-Bit grinned, and said in a really bad British accent, "I believe the plural form of mice is referred to as mice, not mouses. Elementary dear Winston, elementary."
Dally scoffed. "What the hell was that?!"
"Your crude language is absolutely appalling, Dallas." Two-Bit said, still using the same British accent.
"Your face." Dally muttered.
"Is amazingly handsome, I know." Two-Bit said, dropping the accent. "Don't you think?"
"Yes." Dally answered automatically.
Two-Bit grinned, "I think I like the new Dally."
"Shut up!" Dally muttered.
"Your hair!" Two-Bit retorted. "Ohhhh!" Then, Two-Bit's grin widened, and he continued, "You need some exotic ice for that exotic burn?!"
Dally gave Two-Bit his patented, 'Shut the fuck up before I beat the shit out of you!' look that he reserved especially for him.
Two-Bit wisely turned his attention (or powers of annoyance) to Darry, who had unfortunately walked in. "Hey Superman! What's up?"
"You calling Darry Superman is queer." Dally blurted out.
Two-Bit cocked an eyebrow. "That coming from the guy who said 'queer.'"
"Hey guys! How's Sleeping Beauty?" Sodapop asked, half stumbling down the stairs, still not fully awake.
"Queer." Two-Bit said with a grin.
Dally threw a coaster at Two-Bit's head, which Two-Bit promptly dodged. And so it hit the TV. They all watched in stunned silence as Mickey Mouse slowly faded into oblivion...
"Oops."
3rd Person: Dally's POV...
Great. Just great. Thanks to Two-Bit and the stupid coaster, Darry kicked me out. Dally thought, blaming everyone but himself of course.
"Hey, greaser."
Dally spun around, about to whip out his switchblade, but it was only Sylvia. "Goddamn it, Sylvia! Don't do that to me!"
Sylvia pouted. "Aw, come on Dally! I was just having some fun."
"Whatever."
"So you still wanna see Chickflick 3 with me?" she asked.
"Do I look like a chick to you?! Of course I don't want to see Chickflick 3 with you! It's stupid and sappy and I want to see Bloody Virgins!" Dally said, before he could catch himself.
"PIG!!" Sylvia cried, slapping him.
Great. Now not only do I not have a place to crash, but I don't have a woman either! Shit! Dally sulked, slinking down the street.
"Hey, Dally! As an apology for the coaster thing, I've decided to do you a favor!" Two-Bit said, suddenly appearing behind Dally.
"What the fuck?!" Dally demanded. "That was like one of those creepy butlers who always appear behind people in horror movies!"
Two-Bit laughed. "Don't you want to know what the favor is, Furbie Boy?"
"If you call me Furbie Boy one more time, I'll shave you bald while you sleep!" Dally threatened.
Two-Bit paled. Since Dally could only tell the truth, he must really mean it. "So, you want to get some smokes with me? My treat."
"Nah. If we get busted shopliftin' I'll probably end up blurting out the truth." Dally said, shaking his head sadly. "...Hey! Why'd you change the subject?!"
"What subject?" Two-Bit asked innocently. Too innocently.
"From the favor to shoplifting!"
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Just tell me what the goddamn favor was!"
Two-Bit sighed. "Weeeellll, I sorta, kinda signed you up for, um..." Glory hallelujah, was he gonna get it now! He didn't think Dally'd be in such a bad mood when he did it... "confession."
"What'd you say?" Dally asked.
"I signed you up for confession." At Dally's blank expression, he continued, "You know. At church."
Dally was currently in a confession booth, swearing revenge on Two-Bit.
"Why are you here, my son?" Father GoodWill asked.
"First off, I explicit ain't your explicit son! And the only explicit explicit reason I'm explicit here is 'cuz that explicit explicit explicit Two-Bit explicit Mathews explicit explicit blackmailed me! Explicit!" Dally swore.
Father GoodWill sighed. It was going to be a loooong night. The last time Dally was here, he burnt the church down. Along with other...unmentionables.
"So now what?" Dally asked. The only experiences he had with churches was burning 'em down, and that time with Sylvai in the confession booth. And Sophia. Sandy. Sasha. Sally. He had a thing for blondes and "S"s.
Father GoodWill sighed again. "You confess Dallas."
"It's Dally."
"Dallas."
"Dally!"
"Dallas!"
"TWO-BIT!!" Two-Bit screamed from somewhere outside.
"Shut the fuck up! I'm trying to confess here!" Dally screamed back.
"Please Dallas! There's no reason to be crude!" Father GoodWill chided.
"Whatever, Father GoodGill." Dally said, smirking. "Well, I suppose that as long as I'm here, I might as well come out and say it. Father GoodPill, I'm...the best thing since sliced bread!!"
"I meant you confess about all your horrible and misguided sins!" Father GoodWill snapped.
"...?"
Father GoodWill sighed. "The bad stuff you've done, Dallas."
"Oh! Well Father GoodBill, it all started when I was two and I kissed-" Dally started.
"More recently! Like within the last week."
"Sure, Father GoodKill. Well, I mugged a little girl, burnt a couple of library books, slashed Tim's tires, stole all the cop's doughnuts, got arrested uh...I can't count that high, but it was a lot..."
Three Hours Later...
"And then I went old people tipping." Dally finally finished.
-snort- "Oh, uh yeah right." Father GoodWill said, snorting awake. "Wait, did you say old people tipping?!"
"Yeah. It's like cow tipping, only with old people. You find some geezer with a walker, and tip 'em over!" Dally explained.
"...!!!"
"I'm guessing that's bad, huh Father GoodDill-Pickle?" Dally smirked. "Almost as bad as that time with me 'n Sally in this here confession booth..." he drawled. "Oh, wait. Isn't Sally your daughter?" he asked innocently. Well, as innocently as Dallas Winston could.
Father GoodWill's face had turned red, and there was a vein twitching in his forehead. "GET OUT!!!" he roared.
"Sure thing, Father GoodYou're-an-idiot." Dally drawled, casually walking out the door. Maybe confession wasn't so bad after all...
a/n: Dally...in confession! XD Yeah, FYI: this is set in the present time...
Review or...a baby chicken-lion-panda-moose cub will die! Don't ask me what the fuck that is tho...XD