AN/ Hey, a new chapter already? IMPOSSIBLE! Haha, well apparently not. Please review! Constructive criticism appreciated, but not flames!
Dally's POV
I woke up to the screech of the train's brakes. I groaned, holding my head, and rolled over. Tim's bemused voice cut through the fog in my head.
"Hey sleeping beauty, we're here."
I imagined myself beating Tim to a pulp with a consistency similar to that of orange juice and sat up. Rubbing my eyes, I noticed that I was really hungry. I briefly considered asking Tim where I could get something to eat in this town, but ultimately decided against it. "I'll just snatch something from some store," I thought. "Shouldn't be too hard. Security's probably pretty lax around here..."
I glanced out of the boxcar, and made a break for it. If I'd been seen, I'd have been arrested. Jail isn't exactly a picnic, and I liked to avoid it when I could. I dashed from crate to train car to bush until I was far enough away, and breathed a sigh of relief. Looking around, I spotted a gas station. The sign out front read,"The DX". I figured they must have food. I looked quickly over my shoulder to make sure no one could see what I was about to do, and yelped in surprise. Tim was standing right behind me.
He raised a single eyebrow. "What, you thought you could get rid of me that easy?"
"Yeah, I was kinda hoping..." I groaned.
Tim laughed. Man, that laugh was getting annoying. It seemed to genuinely amuse him to taunt me.
"Look, can you beat it?" I asked gruffly. "I'm gonna grab some food."
"By 'grab' do you mean 'steal'?" Tim questioned.
"Is there another meaning?" I asked, giving him a crooked grin.
"Yeah, there is." Tim reached into his pocket and pulled out five bucks. "Here."
My mouth dropped open, and I gaped at the money in his hand. "This guy just met me and he's giving me money? Why? What for? Who does that? No one's ever done anything like that for me before. Is he... Trying to help me? Is he out of his mind?"
Tim laughed at my shock and confusion. Typical. "Dallas, take it. Seriously. I know you don't want to end up in jail."
He had just seen right through me! Again! "Is this guy a mind reader or something? Damn..."
"And why," I asked curtly, "do you figure that?"
"Because, just a minute ago you were on your hands and knees in a shrub trying to hide. If you didn't mind going to jail, why the hell would you do that?"
"Umm... I-"
Tim cut me off. "Dallas, no half-baked excuses. There is no way you're robbing that gas station in broad daylight. Do you want to be a prisoner on your first day in Tulsa?"
"No..." I said, trailing off. I knew where this was headed.
"Then take the damn money!" Tim was somehow managing to yell quietly at this point. I have no idea how.
"Fine, if it'll shut you up." I snatched the money out of his hand and stomped off towards the gas station.
"Oh, and Dallas?"
I whirled around. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I yelled at him.
He looked like he was holding back a chuckle. He put up his hands, palms facing me. Braced between two fingers was...
"My lighter!" I exclaimed.
Tim smirked and tossed it to me. I caught it neatly and put it in my pocket.
Resuming my walk to the gas station, I wondered what I was going to buy. Five dollars was more money than I'd had in a long time.
All of a sudden, I heard a shout from behind me.
"HEY, DALLAS! YOU'RE WELCOME!" Tim bellowed.
I rolled my eyes and walked in the door.
AN/ There's the second chapter! Please please please review!