I DON'T OWN ANY OF S.E. HINTONS CHARACTERS.
Darry looked up to see Sodapop stumble in the kitchen wearing nothing
but his underwear. "Soda, put some pants on."
Soda looked around groggily and found Darry sitting at the table with
some coffee. He would have asked why he had to wear pants but he
noticed the two people he was sitting at the table with. One was a
women with curly long light brown hair, almost blonde, and happy hazel
eyes. He reconized he as Jess, Darrys old friend. Although she and
Darry spent most their time together in highschool she never really came
in the house so Soda never really got to know her.
The other person was a male that was well built. He had dark brown
hair that was a little too long and sharp silver eyes. Soda
automatically respected him once he saw him. The air around him was
tense, like he was going to snap. Like he was dangerous. He kind of
reminded him of Dally.
Soda came into the kitchen the second time later that morning much
more alert and suiting an almost skip like walk a few minutes later.
He faced everyone at the table and tap his pants to show he was
dressed. "Alright, now I got my pants on, what's your names?"
Jess smiled. "Hey Sodapop, I'm Jess of you can't remember, and this is
Kyle, my fiancé."
Kyle and Soda exchanged a curt nod and then after an elbow from Jess
Kyle muttered a 'hi' with a hopeful look.
Soda smiled. Thankfully he wasn't as scary as Dally was. Jess seemed
to have tamed him. He didn't think Tulsa could survive two Dallys.
Almost an hour later Darrys guests had been introduced to the gang,
minus Steve and Dally, because Steve was already at work and Dally
hadn't came yet, but that wasn't unusual. Soda had gone to work so all
that was left in the kitchen was Pony, Kyle, Darry, Two-Bit and Jess,
and although that's not that many people it still crowded their small kitchen.
After a while Two-Bit got bored and left to go to the bar, even though it
was only 11 in the morning. On the way out he almost got ran over by a
pissed off Dally.
Dally stormed in the kitchen saying a fast stream of curses. He ripped
open the fridge door and chugged one beer before finally calming down
enough to breath again. Looking around the kitchen he noticed eight
eyes staring at him. Shit.
As his eyes scanned the room he saw Pony and Darry of course, along
with a chick he figured was Darrys friend or whatever, and the guy was
her fiancé, but as he studied his face for a second his heart stopped.
It can't be...
Kyle watched as the guy who had walked in the room chug a bottle of
beer in less than a minute then looked around. As his eyes scanned
across the room they flicked back to him and stayed there. After a
second they widened, not much due to his well trained ablility to hide
emotions, but after years in New York Kyle had learned to notice the
little things like that after having to deal with pro liars.
The guy had dark brown hair that was ungreased, unlike everyone else.
His icy blue eyes stared dangerously against his silver ones. He
commanded respect, and would probably be a gang leader if he lived in
New York. He could almost hear Jess' response if he ever told he that.
"Your not in New York anymore. You left that life behind. So get your
head outta your ass and at least try to act like your a civil person
and not a gang banger."
But as he stared at this guy he couldn't help buy size him up a
little. He seemed to be well built, good amount of muscles, but
nothing compared to Darry. He seemed confident of himself, which could
be good or bad. He seemed like he knew his way around a fight, and
probably weopons for that matter. All in all, probably a real tough
opponent.
But in that second were his eyes widened, Kyle could see through his
mask and walls, and saw someone that he never thought he'd see again.
"Dallas?" His voice was smothered with disbelief, but he didn't care.
This could not be Dallas. He remembered the last time he
saw him.
. . .
One night Kyle had just been kicked out again, so he was alone on the
streets. He was use to his, but this time his mother was the one who
did it. Usually his dad would yell, kick out and occasionally hurt him
and his mother would watch. But this time she had told him that he was
worthless, that she didn't want him, for him to never come back. No
one cared about him. No one.
. . .
He was sitting on a bench doing nothing when Dallas came flying out of
a building across the street. His eyes were wide and he looked ready
to pass out and cry. Mitch knew something was wrong. Even though Dally
was still a little kid, only 10 at the time, he was tough and would
never cry. Never.
Dallas was running for all he was worth. Mitch had been doing 'it' for
a few years now. But Dallas had broken the television by accident,
Mitch's prize possession. If he would nearly kill him over a broken
cup he couldn't imagine what he'd do now. So as soon as Dallas managed
to break out if his trance of staring at the TV and looked up to see
Mitch charging at him, he hightailed out of there as fast as he could,
Mitch following him all the way out of the house. But he still didn't
feel safe. Suddenly he felt someone grab hold of his arm and pulled
him back. Fear pounded through him until he knew nothing else.
"Don't! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't!" he screeched with
tears running down his face.
Kyle nearly let the kid go after hearing him yell like that. To tell
the truth it scared him. What was he so afraid of?
But going against all his natural instincts he pulled Dallas closer to
his chest and held him tight until Dallas stopped thrashing and
sobbing and screaming.
"You all right kid?" he asked. He kept his voice quiet so Dallas could
see he actually cared without giving up his tough act.
Dallas looked up at the sound of Kyles voice. His eyes were red and
puffy and his vision was a little cloudy, but he could see it was
Kyle. He wouldn't hurt him.
Kyle looked down to see the animalistic fear in Dallas' eyes slowly
fading and leaving a signs weariness, one you see in old men and
women, not in children.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Dallas murmured trying to pull away from the older
boys grip.
"No your not." Kyle said sternly, tightning his hold on Dally
preventing him from escaping. Kyle wasn't going to let this happen to
him. He wasn't going to let him box his feelings up, turn hard and
sour like him and so many people he knew.
Dallas gave up on trying to escape Kyles iron grip and just sunk into
his chest. "I don't wanna talk bout it."
Kyle sighed and plopped down on the bench he had deserted earlier. He
looke around at the dark shadows caused by streetlamps and the
deserted streets. He knew Dallas wouldn't talk easy, he was already
hard. "My parents hate me." he began, and after seeing Dallas' eyes
flick up at him he looked away into the darkness. "They don't want me.
My dad kicks me out and beats me, and wished I was never born. I
didn't think my mom did either, but I still hoped. But tonight she
told me she hates me just as much as my dad does, and know I ain't got
nobody. My parents don't care for me." He said this softly, never
looking down at Dally who was still clinging to him.
Dallas watched Kyle as he looked into the darkness at nothing. Kyle
was a tough guy. He didn't show emotions. He couldn't believe that he
had opened up to him. He knew that Kyle wasn't use to it, and it took
a lot more courage than people may think to do it. He's kinda like
me...
Dallas took a deep breath and told him. He told him about his parents
splitting. His mom. His dad. Even Mitch. He told him everything.
Absolutly everything.
Kyle felt his body tense up as Dallas told him everything. He wanted
to kill Mitch. You can't do that to a kid. It's not right. And how
could you let someone do that to your son! He thought angerily about
Dally's mom. But he pushed his feelings of rage away and pulled Dallas
small figure closer and whispered comforting words in his ear.
He didn't care that this wasn't 'tough'. He didn't care that this was
unatural to him. He didn't care that his mind was screaming at him
scenarios of someone seeing them. All he cared about was that Dallas
was going to be safe.
"Its alright kid.." he whispered. "I ain't gonna let nothing hurt you.."
The next day he woke up and Dally was gone. There was a note by him,
written crudely with a pen on the back of a flyer.
. . . . . . . .
I'm sorry Kyle, but I can't do this anymore. I gotta get outta here.
If Mitch doesn't kill me, I will. I can't deal with this. I gotta go.
That time I spent in the cooler is like heaven compared what I'll get
when I go home. So I'm not. I'm leaving.
Stay tough, Dallas
Dally pushed back the surge of emotions he felt and remained
impassive. "Kyle." he stated.
Pony was confused. They knew each other? Darry put his question into
words a few seconds later.
Neither removing their stare from one another Dally shrugged. "You
could say that."
Kyle didn't know why that affected him so much but it did. "What the
hell man! You fuckin' disappeared of the face of the earth
and..and...and you don't even have anything to fuckin' say to me!"
Dally didn't even flinch unlike everyone else in the room. "Fuck off!
What the hell am I suppossed to say. Hi, how has your life been? Well
screw that! I don't have anything to fuckin say to you, and apperently
you don't either, so go fuck yourself!" With that he stormed out of
the house hitting the door frame violently with an open hand.
Kyle swore. He too stalked out of the room but went in a different
direction, walking into the first door he saw and locking the door
behind him.
Everyone in the kitchen was left in shocked silence, mouths hanging
slightly open.
After a few seconds Darry spoke. "Where did you say Kyle came from?"
Jess tore her gaze away from the door to look at him. "New York. Why?"
Ponys eyes widened but Darry remained emotionless. He had noticed
Kyles accent, but he didn't think he would know Dally. "No reason,
Dally just had some bad times in that place. I'm going to try to find
him. Uh..make yourself at home, and Pony do your homework."
Pony slumped down on the couch with Jess and turned on the TV but
didn't pay attention to what was on. He figured Jess wasn't either. He was
gald she didn't make sure he did his homework. He wouldn't be able to
concentrate on it anyways.
"Darry's sure acting like a parent." he heard Jess say. She was wearing
a small grin. Glancing quickly at the clock he saw almost two hour had
gone by since Darry left.
He shrugged.
Her grin grew a little. "Hell it's so weird seeing him like this. Man
last time I saw him he was partying with all the socs and breaking
mailboxes. Gosh he's changed so much."
Pony's eyes widened. Darry smashed mailboxes and partied? "Yea, having
your parents die will do that to yah. Heck he is more a parent than a
brother to me now...did he really smash mailboxes?" he added shyly
at the end.
Jess grin now covered her face. She was glad Pony was getting more
relaxed. "Well I probably shouldn't tell you this but..."
Ponys ears perked up curiously. He was sure glad Jess came over.
Okay so weird ending, but I couldn't think of anything better.
I changed Dallys discription so he is like he was in the movie,
but his book eyes (I like his eyes :D)
Hope you liked and review, PS sorry for updating really slowly,
I might update again tonight if I get a review ;)