i dont own the outsiders
Chapter 4
Halley's POV
It had been exactly six weeks since me and Soda's first date, and we have been on a date every week since. He took me to The Dingo and to parties at Buck Merril's house.
We were planning on meeting at Buck's house for another party tonight. There's always a party at his house.
We didn't get to play football today because Darry, Arya, Steve, and Soda had to work. Pony and Aubree were at the lot and I had no idea where Hannah and Johnny were.
It was around 2:00 and I had finally decided to get up and get ready. I was in the shower, washing my hair, when someone knocked at the door.
"Can somebody get the door?" I yelled from the bathroom. When the knocking persisted, I remembered I was the only one home.
I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself, and went downstairs to see who was at the door.
I opened the door and saw the sexiest guy I have ever seen in my life. He had an elfin face and ice blue eyes, which seemed to soften when he looked up and saw who answered. His white-blonde hair wasn't greased back like all the other greaser guys I've seen.
I then remembered I was still in a towel, which I had almost dropped when I saw him.
"I'm looking for Soda. He here?" he asked.
"No, I'm sorry. You got the wrong house. He lives across the street." I replied.
"Well, then. Wasn't I lucky to find a hot chick like you," he smiled.
I'm pretty sure I blushed when he said this. "I'm Halley."
"Dallas."
"Nice to meet you. Wanna come in?"
"Sure."
I moved aside so he could come in. "I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable."
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Dally's POV
I had gone to Tulsa to look for Soda. I went up to his house and knocked on the door. I waited there on the porch for a while before somebody answered.
There, standing in the doorway, was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And it wasn't only because she was in a towel either.
She had long, blonde hair, with these blue-green eyes. She was tall and thin, and in good shape. She was incredible.
Well, as it turns out, I had the wrong house, but I did get invited into this amazing girl's house, whose name, she told me, was Halley.
I sat on the couch while she went to get dressed.
When she came into the living room, all I could do was stare. She had on a pair of jeans, that hugged her hips just right, a black halter top, and black army boots. She looked extremely sexy. She had make-up on, that accented her already perfect features. Her hair was curled and the front was clipped back.
She came and sat down next to me on the couch. She seemed like the type of girl Soda would date.
"You Soda's girl?"
"Kinda. I mean, we go on dates and kiss and stuff. It's just not as good as it used to be. Soda's a great guy and all, but I think we're just better off friends."
"Oh. So where is Soda anyway?"
"He's at work. I'll be meeting him later at a party. We can hang out until then if you want," she said and smiled at me. Man, did she have a great smile.
"Sure. I wouldn't want to pass up an offer like that."
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Halley's POV
We were gonna hang out for a while before the party. Then, I would bring him to see Soda.
I showed him around town, taking him to The Dingo for a coca-cola, to the lot, and to the park.
We also talked a lot. We both opened up to one another. I was more comfortable talking with Dallas than I was talking with Soda.
We talked about our lives and our families. He told me that his dad doesn't really care about him. I guess that kinda makes him like Johnny, except Dallas isn't quiet. I told him how my parents died and how I lived with my older sister, Arya.
By the time we got done talking and walking around, it was time for me to head over to Buck's party.
"Wanna come to a party?" I asked him, just hoping he'd say yes.
"Sure," he replied, just staring at me, and I blushed, smiled, and looked away. I haven't blushed at Soda since he first asked me out. And Dallas was making me blush every couple of minutes.
We arrived at Buck's house and we could hear the music from outside. I looked over at Dallas. He just stood there, staring at the house. I took his hand in mine and led him inside.
I saw Steve, Arya, and Darry standing over by the bar talking to Tim Shepard. He's also a greaser. He's actually the leader of the Shepard Gang. Real original. He's likeable but his gang's a little out of control.
"Come on." Still holding his hand, I brought him over to the gang.
"Dally," Darry said, "what are you doing here?"
"I came to see Soda, but I went to the wrong house and met this beautiful woman."
Again, I blushed.
"Where is Soda?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"He got outta work late and was tired, so he's not coming," replied Steve.
"Oh. I guess I'll see him tomorrow then," I paused. "This is my sister Arya and that's Steve. I have two other sisters, Hannah and Aubree, but they're not here."
"No problem. I'll meet 'em tomorrow."
Tim just stood there, waiting to be introduced. Just staring in my direction.
"Don't worry. I didn't forget about you," I said when I caught him giving me a look, "Dallas, this is Tim Shepard."
"Hey," Tim said and Dallas replied.
Just then a song came on, which happens to be one of my favorite songs—"Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You."
"Come on Dally. Dance with me." I said and gave him one of my smiles, which, I've realized, he can't resist.
"I don't dance."
"Come on. Please. For me," I said, giving him a sad look.
"Alright. For you. Let's go."
I smiled, grabbed his hand, and took him out to the dance floor.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist. I stared into his blue eyes and listened to the music.
"You're just too good to be true,
Can't take my eyes off of you,
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived,
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true,
Can't take my eyes off of you.
Pardon the way that I stare,
There's nothing else to compare,
The sight of you leaves me weak,
There are no words left to speak,
So if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
You're just too good to be true,
Can't take my eyes off of you….."
The song ended and we stood there a little while longer in one another's embrace. It was all very romantic. Then I thought of Soda, and a wave of guilt washed over me. And I broke away.
"I'm sorry. It's just that…..I'm still with Soda."
"I know. You don't have to apologize."