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The dangerous blonde shouldered his way into the diner, triggering the diner bell to ring to notify that someone has entered. A smile planted onto a young waitress' face bloomed on cue for a greeting, and she took me and Dallas over to a booth near a window. That smile withered when Dallas murmured some dirty words to her on her way out; luckily, she wasn't the one bringing our food. My first meal in days, and I don't want a huge loogie in it.
"Shit, kid, gotta clean yourself up. We're in a public place, you know." Dallas spit on a napkin and advanced towards my chin. I held up my hand to catch his before he started bibbing me with that napkin, and crumpled it after taking it from his loose grasp. I tossed it over my shoulder, suddenly hoping that the spit-filled wad didn't land on someone's burger.
"I can do it." I took ahold of the shiny, almost mirror-like napkin holder and grabbed a napkin, observing the fuzzy image of myself. Licking the dry napkin, I wiped away the dried blood on my lip and chin, and observed my chest. Some blood on there, too, but it would stain. I licked my lips afterwards, and returned the napkin holder to it's original place.
"What do you care, anyway? Not like we're at a wedding." I spoke, but his eyes were idle, and somewhere else. They were staring at one area in particular, so I glanced over to where he was. Two cops, in the flesh, sitting at the counter.
"If they see you all bloodied up like that with me, they'll think I did it and haul me downtown. I ain't about to get locked up for Tim's dumbass. That motherfucker.." And he continued in a long string of cusswords, including some even I haven't heard of.
"Thanks. For whipping Tim, I mean." I said that when he was finished. Didn't want to interrupt his speech of pure, dedicated hatred.
"I wouldn't have given two shits if it was some broad I didn't know. Maybe if she was cute, but, you're pretty tight with Johnny and Two-Bit, and I ain' in the mood to deal with either of their blubberin'." I figured it was because of that.
"Shit, Dally, I didn't know you were a gentleman. Saving women like that." I teased. His icy glaze shot to me, and if I weren't trying to look so cool I could have choked.
"If you want, I could just tie you up in a neat little package and haul your ass off back to Tim." I stayed silent. I was staring at him, straight-on. Red against blue. Well, my eyes aren't really red, but they're almost red. Like a fading cigarette.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He grinned in triumph.
We waited in silence for our orders to come, which seemed to take an eternity. His eyes were idle again, always thinking about something. I couldn't have even began to guess what was on his mind, good or bad. Although, I did secretly wonder if he thought good thoughts every once and a while, or if all that dwelled beyond those greasy blonde locks was darkness. I caught myself staring from time to time, but I wasn't sure why.
Dallas wasn't drop-dead gorgeous like most of his friends. Ponyboy, Sodapop and Darry anyway. Johnny is just real cute, the kind you wanna squeeze. And Two-Bit has that comfortable, goofy-handsome look. But Dallas just looks mean. Cruel, even. There was always a glaze over his pale face, and when he got mad parts of his face turned red. Even his lips, one of the softest places on the body were hard. You could tell just by looking at them. They weren't too thin, and they were the kind of hard lips that were rosy but never went dry. They may have felt dry, but they never shriveled up or flaked. I wondered if his kisses were as hard and rough as his lips let on. Wait.. what the fuck? Me kissing Dallas Winston? That would never happen.
"You wanna make out yet or what?" Shit! Fucking mind-reader!
"What?"
"You were staring at my mouth like a fiend, and there's a place out back.." Cruel humor laced his cruel voice and that cruel look on his face gave it all away.
"Shut up, Dally. You're full of yourself." He shrugged. I felt my heart punch at the inside of my chest, trying to escape. Damn, that was close. But I nearly floated at the thought that Dallas Winston considered me a girl, before anyone else in the gang. Except Two-Bit.
Thankfully though, before he could say anything else about it, our food was placed in front of us. I forgot to tell you, even though I never eat, when I do, I can eat like a horse. I mauled that burger like nobody's business. I even think I beat Dally at it. To get back at him for earlier, though, I widened my eyes through mid-chew and pointed towards where the cops were previously. Dally straightened his posture from leaning over from that once shoveling position from where he ate to look, and when he did, I stole a fry and stuffed it in my mouth. It halfway hung out, and he halfway caught me in the act, so he grabbed a handful of fries from my own plate and tossed them at me. I ducked, some of them missing and some of them hitting my head. The rest flew by behind me, and Dally started snickering uncontrollably. I heard the person behind me stand, and I immediately thought,
Oh shit. He must have thrown it at a cop.
"Excuse me." I sighed in relief, just some geek with ridiculous suspenders. He had on plaid pants, like the kind I wear often, except I make them look good.
"Shit, Tobe, it's your twin." Dallas noticed his pants, too, laughing and rolling at his own joke, but ignoring the man.
"Excuse me! First you throw a dirty napkin at me, now you throw fries? Your acts are very juvenile, and if you have a problem.." His nasal voice was so annoying. Luckily, Dallas cut him off by suddenly standing, towering over him, his icy orbs melting holes through the man's skull.
"If I have a problem..?" Dallas made him continue, eyebrows raised behind blonde tresses. The geek trembled in his polished business shoes.
"...Then.. you can take it up with the manager." A few short, nervous chuckles and four-eyes was out of there in a split second, already asking to get a booth 'away from the window'. Dally flopped back into the booth, chuckling harshly. I was laughing, too. Stuffing a few more fries into his mouth, and downing it with coke, he stood.
"Boring as shit around here." He threw two bucks and some change on the table. I don't even know if he had the right amount down, but if he didn't, he probably wouldn't get any shit. I don't think he left a tip, though. I stood, too, after throwing a cube of ice into my mouth from my coke, and we left.
"You need to go home before dark or anything?" He looked to me, while shoving his hands in his leather jacket's pockets. The sun was beginning to set, forming an abstract array of colors in the sky. I shook my head. He half-heartedly grinned. "Didn't think so."