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The next few days went by not eventful. Before he knew it it was
Friday again. 2 weeks since Johnny died.
Dallas spent the day in his room. He only left to go to the bathroom.
Thankfully Katie and Jake were at work and Randy was at school so he
had the house to himself. He glanced at the clock to see it was nearly
2. Ponyboy would be let off school in less than in hour.
Dallas decided he'd go pick him up from school. Johnny was Ponyboys
best friend, and Dallas figured he wouldn't want to be alone.
Subconsciously Dally didn't either.
. . .
Ponyboy looked up from the ground when he heard the familiar rumble of
an old T-Bird go through the parking lot. Sure enough there was Bucks
car in the parking lot beside, driven by Dallas.
Pony smiled. He was worried Dallas wouldn't talk to anyone today. Pony
himself was being unsocial because of what the day marked, and if he
was doing that because Johnny was his best friend, he could only
imagine why Dallas was going through. Johnny was the only thing Dallas
cared about. Pony had his brothers, but Dally had no one. Sure he had
the gang and maybe even Tim, but he didn't think Dallas would consider them
as shoulders to cry on, not that he cried.
After a quick yell from the coach he picked up his pace. Gym was his
last period, and unfortunately the teacher was also the coach of the
track team. The one Pony quit from a few months back. Ever since than
he has been hard on Pony, especially since Pony had been his star
runner.
Although Pony saw it that way it wasn't necessarily the truth. The
coach, John Richardson, didn't hate Pony at all. In fact, he rather
liked the kid. He hated watching these kids throw their lives away.
Pony was an amazing runner, he could have gotten scholarships and
everything. He was one of the best. But than he quit. Like so many
other "greasers" he's seen. Than after they leave the school the next time he
sees them is on the cover of a newspaper for either death or crime. He
hated it.
He glanced up as he heard the rumble of the engine of a car cut and
watched as someone stepped out. The person had dark brown hair that
seemed relatively non greasy. But he had on a pair or dark jeans and a
tight black tee shirt covered over with a brown leather jacket. John
felt his body immediately tense up. He hoped that this guy wouldn't do
anything.
Dallas looked around a spotted Steve and Two-Bit smoking by the
bleachers. Only god knew why Two-Bit even bothered going to school
anymore. Ponyboy running around the track in one of those stupid gym
uniforms. He made his way to the edge of the fence and watched Pony
boot around a few times. Damn that kid was good. He could only imagine
what he was like before he started smoking. After a few minutes he grew
bored and noticed a middle aged man watching him cautiously from
across the field. He smirked a little. After a few minutes it started to get
annoying though. He thought about giving him the bird but dismissed it
when he thought of a better idea.
He waited until the coach turned his head to deal with some kid, then
he took off. He jumped the fence and quickly made his way across the
field until he was a little behind Pony. Thankfully his leg was pretty
much healed and his ribs didn't hurt as much so he was able to keep up
with Pony who was getting tired.
John looked away from Jesse, a student in his class, and looked back
to where the hood was, but when he looked there, he was nowhere to be
found. Maybe he left he thought but than notice the T-Bird was still
there.
Suddenly he looked at the track and saw him, running quickly after an
oblivious Pony. Fear shot through. "Pony!" he screamed while running
towards him. "Look out!"
Dallas smiled as he heard the teacher cry out for Pony. Pony turned
his head to look at Mr. Richardson and noticed movement behind him,
though by the time he figured out it was a person Dallas was already
on him.
Dallas tackled Pony to the ground and was careful to make sure he
didn't land hard, he didn't want to hurt him.
Dallas landed on top of Pony who immediately started trying to hit
Dallas, a reaction he developed because of getting jumped. Dallas
flinched as Pony hit him hard in the ribs with his elbow. "Ah! Fuck
Pony calm down! It's me!"
Pony looked at Dallas who had rolled off of him in shock. "Dallas? I'm
sorry, oh god Dal I'm sorry..."
Dallas tried to contain his laughter but couldn't. Pony just looked so
damn funny. He had dirt in his face and his eyes were real wide and he
looked like he had just shot his dog. Dally wrapped his arms around his
chest and pressed onto his ribs while laughing harder than he has
since Johnny died. Pretty soon Pony started smiling and eventually
laughing equally hard.
John pushed his legs as hard as he could an pumped his arms, running
towards to 2 fallen teens. Please be alright, he prayed for Pony.
Once he reached there it was not at all like he expected. Pony was
sitting up with a wild grin on his face next to the other teen who was
still lying in the ground clutching his ribs.
"Pony! Are you alright!" he said as soon as he was about 10 feet away
and dove to Ponys side while keeping a watchful eye on his attacker.
Pony looked at him like he was crazy. "Yeah. Course. Why wouldn't I be."
John looked at him confused but then heard the other boy grunt and
push himself up so he was propped on his elbows. He was about to
tackle him when he stopped dead in his tracks after he heard Ponyboy
say something.
"Hey Dal. You 'ight?" Wait! He knew this guy?
"Yeah. Yeah don't worry 'bout it Pony. 'Mind me not to laugh again.
It's bad for my health."
Pony smiled again a little. John shifted his gaze from Pony to the
other boy. Suddenly his eyes widened. "Dallas Winston?"
Dallas flicked his eyes over to him and studied him a minute before he
recognized him. "What do you know. If it isn't John Richardson." he
cooed coldly.
John didn't respond. He couldn't believe Dallas was here. The last
time he saw him years ago when the police arrested him in the middle
of his class. Since then his only heard stories about him. His eyes
seemed even more cold and hateful than he remembered. Why was Pony
hanging around with a hood like him?
"You guys know each other?" Pony asked. "You could say that." John
replied calmly.
"Yeah. Mr. Richardson's the only guy Dals been able to steal all four
of his hubcaps, while he was in the car!" Two-Bit laughed from behind
John. Apparently he had watched the whole thing and decided to see
what everyone was up to.
John looked behind him to see Keith and Steve jogging up to them. Two-
Bit, as everyone called him, was the class clown, to say the least. He
was a couple years older than most the kids but still hadn't dropped
out. John liked him for that. He couldn't believe a funny guy like Two-
Bit would be involved with Dallas Winston either.
Pony knew it wasn't the smart thing to do but he laughed never the
less. "While he was in the car?" he smirked.
Steve smiled a little too. "Yup. Didn't notice once the while time."
John grimaced. "Alright, alright. Steve, Two-Bit, go back to wherever
the hell your supposed to be." They left accordingly after
dramatically saluting at the same time. "And you," he said pointing a
finger at Dallas,"Get off of school property now. Your lucky I don't
report you for trespassing."
Dallas opened his mouth to say something smart back but Pony shot him
a pleading look. "Dal I'll be outside in a bit."
Dallas stiffened and growled a little, but reluctantly made his way to
the parking lot.
Pony watched Dallas as he hopped skillfully back over the fence and
began to run his laps again but Mr. Richardson pulled him back. Pony
looked down. He didn't want to get in trouble, especially if they
might phone Darry.
"What are you doing hanging around hoods like Dallas Pony?"
Pony looked up with a shocked expression on his face, but it was
quickly replaced by rage. Who was he to judge who Pony hung around
with. Who was he to judge Dallas? He didn't know his life, he didn't
know what he was like, he didn't know anything. "You ain't born a
hood." Pony stated with narrowed eyes. With that he took off, leaving
John there with his words. What did he mean?
. . .
Dallas opened the door of the house and walked inside silently. It was
a little past 5 and the sunshine was cut off when the door swung shut
in the way of it's path.
Dallas had taken Pony to McDonalds for some burgers, and conversation
had been scarce, but it was fine that way. It was just nice to have
someone with you that understood.
As Dally walked up the stairs to his room he noticed that he didn't
feel the same rage and confused feeling that controlled his body
earlier. It was like someone took and eraser and cleared his mind. He
felt better than he had in ages. He hoped Pony did too.
. . .
Randy unlocked his front door and stepped inside happy that the warm
air was thawing his frozen body. He held the door open as soon as his
guest came in than shut it quickly trying to save all the heat.
Sherry Victors, or Cherry, looked around at the walls of the house. It
was a light blue, nearly white, with lots of decorations and shelves
covering it.
It was her first time being in Randys house. Marcia, her best friend,
had been going out with Randy for a few months now, though she had
never really got to know him. Usually she'd be with Bob while Randy
and Marcia would do their own thing. But since Bob wasn't around
anymore, Marcia decided that Cherry needed to become friends with him
so it wouldn't be weird if all three of them were hanging out. Marcia
had 'accidently' left homework at her house so she was going to come
later.
In all truth Cherry didn't mind. She had heard that Randy had skipped
the rumble, and she wanted to tell him about the greasers and their
relationship. She couldn't really tell Marcia or any of her other
friends because they wouldn't get it, and they
might even stop hanging out with her because of it. And from what
she's been told he had already been rejected by his friends for
'wussing out' so he seemed like the most reasonable person. Though as
she turned around and looked at all the pictures on the walls she
heard a cold voice say something behind her, a voice she desperately
wanted to forget.
"So Cherry, you make your mind up yet?"
Randy looked to the stairwell to Dally casually leaning against a wall
with a smirk on his face. Randy was filled with worry. He figured
Dally wouldn't be around, because he never was. He couldn't let people
know Dally was staying with him, they'd both be killed. He looked over
a Cherry cautiously to see her reaction. Her mouth was opened a little
and her eyes were wide. It was then he realized what Dallas had said.
Did they know each other? Make her mind up about what?
Suddenly Cherrys eyes narrowed and she drew in a deep breath. "YOU
ASSHOLE! YOU STUPID STUPID PERSON! WHAT THE HECK
DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING YOU, ROBBING A
STORE! THE COPS SHOT YOU! YOU COULD HAVE
DIED! DIED! DO YOU REALIZE THAT! YOU COULD HAVE
DIED!"
She than drew in a sharp breath and tried to calm herself. She was
staring up angrily at Dallas who was looking down at her with icy
daggers. Somewhere in her outburst her feet had placed her infront of
Dally so that their bodys were nearly touching, so she had to crane
her neck all the way back to see his face.
Dallas opened his mouth to rage back when he relized a much more fun
way to deal with it. He put a cocky grin on his face. "Wow babe, I
didn't think you cared so much about me. Does that mean your answers
yes?"
Cherrys eyes opened wide in shock. "I di-...I didn't...I Didn't mean
it like that!" she cried desperately.
His grin only got bigger. "Alright Cherry, whatever you say." He then
bent down a little and whispered in her ear, "I will find out if your
a true red head one day dollface...Don't you worry."
Her face grew red. "Argh!" she yelled in frustration and hit him on his
now turned back. He laughed hoarsly and disappeared quickly at the top
of the stairs.
Two-Bit and Steve laughed from the front door. "Well at least she
didn't throw coke at him this time." Two-Bit laughed. He has been
spending even more time at their house than anybody else, including
Randy, Katie and Jake.
Randy looked at her confused. "You threw coke at him?" he asked
confused.
Her face turned almost as red as her hair as she groaned again,
causing a while new chorus of laughter from Two-Bit. "Argh!" she
yelled at Two-Bit. His laughter only grew louder and he fell to his
knees on the floor, holding his stomach.
Cherrys body trembled and she held her hands into tight little fists
by her side. He lips were pressed in a fine line to try to prevent
herself from saying anything else.
Randy grabbed onto her shoulders and pushed her into the living room
shutting the door behind him. He was worried she was going to burst
out in tears, or try to kill Two-Bit if she had stayed there any longer.
Jake stood dumb stuck at the door. He had came when he heard a girl
who he later learnt was Cherry screaming bloody murder. Since then he
had stood silently by the door. What the hell happened?
Two-Bit had manged to gather himself a little and pushed himself up so
he was sitting on the floor with his legs sprawled out in front of
him. Every once in a while another laugh would escape him while he
attempted to wipe his face free of the tears that had rolled down his
face. He shook his head.
"That was," he made a dramatic pause,"amazing."
. . .
Dallas groaned and rolled onto his side. He had gone to bed over 2
hours ago but couldn't find sleep. Every time he shut his eyes he saw
Johnny, Johnny at the drive-in, Johnny and Pony with the two broads,
with Cherry and Marcia, Johnny standing up to him, making Dally leave
them...
Damn you he swore to Cherry. All the signs of improvement he felt
earlier were gone. Since he entered his room hours earlier he hadn't
left it except to shower and to go to the bathroom. He didn't want to
have to see anyone again. His stomach growled at him but he ignored it.
Coming to a sudden decision he ripped the covers off him and hopped
out of bed. He yanked on the clothes he wore that day and opened the
window. He was halfway out the window before he realized that he wasn't
on the first floor. He looked out and saw a large maple tree, but
could barely make out the first branch. He debated whether or not to
go for it when he heard a loud thump from the room beside his.
He walked down the hall to Randys room silently and opened the door to
reveal a tired looking, half dressed Randy looking around confused,
sitting on the floor.
He glanced up to see Dallas in the doorway. "Do all socs do that or is
falling out of bed a special ability only you posses?"
"Haha, very funny." he snorted back while attempting to stand, only to
be pushed back down by Dally. He bit his tongue from saying anything
else, he didn't want to die tonight.
"So what are you doing?" Randy asked not bothering to trying to stand
again when he noticed that Dally was fully dressed.
"Out." Dallas muttered while pulling Randys window open.
"And the front door is unusable because...?"
Dallas faced him now, his eyes gleaming evilly in the moonlight. His
skin appeared nearly white while his hair took on a black look, making
him looking even more intimidating.
Jake had determined that as long as Dallas was under his roof, he'd
have to come home every night, and at least see someone in the morning.
Sure it wasn't a real curfew but Dallas had lived by himself for years
now and wasn't used to rules, let alone the fact that he was getting
forced to do something. The only reason he did was because Pony needed
him to stay out of jail, until his trial at least. Dallas guessed he
knew that Pony would want someone who cared about Johnny just as much
to go through it with him. He also knew that Johnny would want Pony to
be happy.
"Because your dad decided that I deserve a curfew and that I am so
untrustworthy he has decided to pass out on the couch." he said coldly
Randy nodded understandingly. His dad woke up at the drop of a pin. There
was no way to open the front door without waking him. He watched as
Dally looked around then swung one leg over the ledge. Randy knew what
he was going to do, go to the garage roof which was slightly lower
than the house's then jump onto the car.
He looked around his room for a second than did something he never
thought he do. "Wait,"
Dallas looked back annoyed. "What?" he snapped.
"Can I come?"
Dallas looked at him shocked. "No." He then began to pull the rest of
his body through the window.
"Dallas. Let me come. I need a night out." Randy hated the way he
sounded like he was begging but if it'd work, it was worth it.
"No."
"Dallas..." Okay, now he sounded like he was whining.
Dallas pulled himself back into the room and stormed over to him. He
grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him roughly into the wall and
held him there. "I said fucking no!"
Randy took a breath. He didn't know if he was wishing a death sentence
but for some reason he was set on going. "You leave without me and
Jake knows before your off the property."
Dally narrowed his eyes at him and tried to read his eyes. It was
nearly impossible. He knew he was scared, but other than that he was
blank. I guess Johnny was right, he thought. Greasers feel too much,
and socs don't feel enough.
"Fine." Dally snapped, angered at his thought of Johnny.
"Dally, I'm serious. I will-! Wait? What?" Randy couldn't believe he
agreed that fast.
Dallas rolled his eyes. "Hurry up." he was already almost all the way
through the window.
Randy was about to go right behind him when something hit him.
"Um...will I get jumped?"
Dallas swore. God, Tim was so much easier to deal with, he wished he
was with him. But he wasn't, he was stuck with a fucking soc, so he had
to deal.
"Fine. Go in my room, grab some stuff, then meet me out here." Dally
ordered gruffly.
Almost a hour later Randy found himself in a packed room with drunk
greasers everywhere. Girls clung to him and guys roughed him. He was
glad everyone didn't realize he was a soc.
Some horrible country music blasted through the place and the drinks
flowed everywhere. He had never seen so much beer and liquor at one
party.
He heard people say that greasers partied wild, and they did. Couples
were nearly fucking against every wall and he'd already seen at least
10 guys fight. The last time he saw Dallas was when he caught a
glimpse of him receiving a lap dance by some wasted blonde. Passed out
bodies were everywhere along with a collection of cans, garbage and cups.
He saw Two-Bit passed out in a chair beside an obviously drunk
Steve. He was about to make his way over to him when a beautiful girl
stepped in front of him. She had dark black curls that ran to her
waist and her green eyes glinted mischievously. She playfully rubbed
his shoulder. "Hey," she smiled quietly to him.
He thought about Marcia for a second, but only a second before the
girl in front of him began kissing him. It may have been all the
alcohol, or maybe his mind was just clouded, but he didn't have a
second thought about it and kissed her back passionately.
. . .
Randy groaned as he felt someone kick his ribs. He looked up against
the blinding light to see Dallas smirking down at him. It was then
memories of the previous night flooded back. He shot up. "Oh god. I
cheated on Marcia. Oh man what will she do when she finds out. She's
gonna kill me..." he groaned again.
Dallas rolled his eyes. "She ain't gonna find out. Jesus, keep your
shirt on."
Randy stopped pacing and looked at him. "Your not gonna tell her?"
"I will if you don't shut the fuck up right now. Now put your fuckin
shirt on so we can get the fuck outta here!"
Randy guessed Dallas was hungover by the amount of swear words he
managed to fit in one sentence. As he looked around for his shirt he
realized he was in a bathroom. What the fuck? "How'd I get here?"
Dallas was getting really annoyed now. His body hurt and he was tired
and sleepy and just wanted to get back to bed. The only reason he woke
up so early was because he figured he should get Randy back long
before anyone in the house awoke.
Randy tried to walk to the door but tripped halfway there. He started
laughing for an unknown reason. What the hell? Am I still drunk?
"Dallas, what time is it?"
Dallas growled. "Time to go. God socs cannot hold there liquor." he
added in once Randy stumbled towards the door, obliviously still
drunk. God it was gonna be a long walk home.
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